BE, S 7: Yes, Mistress
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Company. All other characters can be blamed on the author (he, however, is not responsible for all of their actions at all times, being barely responsible for himself most of the time….).
This is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work.
You can read this without reading the background stories, but I would highly recommend (shameless plug) Black Hole Deep, version 2.0 and BE, S 1: Blue Eyes, Shining. You'll enjoy this story even more, and this story will make more sense if it's read in context.
A/N Forward:
Questions:
We have a piece of Monty's fur, Shego and Kim have had a bit of ice cream, and they're now off to check out possible sites.
Also: how did Tara get all of this money 'teaching?"
Answer:
Let's see if they find anything.
Teaching pays, especially with the right students….
Yes, Mistress
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Chapter 3: four out of five say…
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(Shego)
I flew us to the first site: nothing but a bunch of old geezers playing shuffleboard in the middle of Las Vegas .
I flew us to the second site: nothing but a bunch of young starlets trying out for a movie role. To his credit, Stoppable actually averted his eyes…most of the time.
Kimmie was pleased.
Ron was gettin' some tonight: I could tell by the look on Kimmie's face.
I flew us to the third site: nothing but a bunch of young teachers in an in-service training session in Go City. Both Kimmie and Ron were surprised to see her friend Tara there, but Tara was in the education program at Go City University as a freshman, so it made sense.
I flew us to the fourth site: nothing.
Literally, nothing.
Tumbleweeds rolled across the flat land where houses used to be: it seems that a major tornado had taken out the entire community of 10 houses. Everyone survived, but their homes were gone, so they packed up what they could find and left.
I flew us to the final site: nothing but a bunch of old Otters: the Royal Order of Otters, to be exact.
Just what I needed: a group of old men leering at me.
One shot of plasma should have done it, but some of them wanted it rough, so Kimmie "explained" it to them nicely.
"Kimmie, what did you tell them that had all of them running like their parts were on fire."
"I had pictures of them, and I knew how to get the pictures distributed in three minutes to their wives."
"Oh. Nerdlinger, again?"
"Yes, Wade, Shego."
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Tara)
I was glad that Kim and Ron left when they did; I wasn't sure how much longer we could have kept it up.
Mom notified me that Wade was looking into my session, so we pulled cover 12A out and set it up in 30 minutes. It helps when you have good help.
They tore it all down and stored it, and we went back to the planned meeting.
"And, for the first time here, our most successful self-trained 'teacher,'" and the ladies all laughed, "will share with us her story of success.
"Ladies, please welcome Mistress Tara!" and the ladies all stood and applauded as I walked up the aisle and climbed the steps to the stage, shaking hands with the winners of the contests to date, the Chairwoman, and stepping up to the podium.
"Good morning," I began, and several ladies in the audience laughed.
I stared at them, and they all stopped, almost immediately.
"That is your first lesson, ladies: know you are in charge, and you ARE in charge," I smiled, and the ladies all jumped to their feet, applauding.
I smiled sweetly, and they all sat down and became quiet.
I continued.
"I started this because my first boyfriend wanted things a little rough. I liked it too much, and he left.
"I introduced my second boyfriend to my first outfit, and he loved it. That was the first time that we ever had 'fun,' and the first time he ever called me 'Mistress Tara.'
"It was a wonderful feeling.
"He still serves me well. Josh, come here," and Josh Mankey came out in the uniform of the day: the custom black Meezod shirt, black leather pants, and black high leather boots, all topped off with the pair of hand-crafted sunshades.
The ladies hooted, whistled, and cheered as Josh came strutting out, looking as gorgeous as he could and always did.
"Ladies, this is what you can have," and I motioned for one of the ladies to come up to the stage. The mid-30s woman was slim, but she was just starting.
Josh walked up to her, took her hand, kissed it, and asked, "How may I serve Mistress today?" and she smiled and whispered.
Josh smiled and said, "We'll have to go offstage to make you comfortable while I serve you, Mistress," and he scooped her up in his arms and carried her offstage to the hoots and catcalls of the other ladies.
Mistress Tara was still smiling when they left the stage.
"An example of positive reinforcement in the control arena. I suspect that she will return very happy," Tara replied, and several of the ladies chuckled. "That is, is she decides to return," and the auduence hooted.
"I started with Joss, and several of my mother's friends," and Tara smiled, and cheers came from the back of the audience, "asked me to help them in this area of enjoyment.
"Twenty clients and $50 thousand dollars in gross revenue later, much of it I used for investing in the traditional 'tools of the trade,'" and several ladies onstage laughed, "and I had a dungeon that would make a good dom' proud.
"Except, that wasn't what I wanted; no, that wasn't all I wanted," she clarified.
"I continued to study with several others in the field to take a different path: mental domination that could be just as powerful, if not more so, than physical.
"I found a client who was willing to fund my research.
"Dr. Hall, would you come out, please," and the curtains parted to reveal a pair of designer boots at the end of an extremely sculpted and shapely leg.
A second boot appeared, attached to a second leg, and the ladies could see that the heels on this boot must have been at least five inches high, and the legs were perfection dressed in pure silk hose.
The curtain came back a little more, revealing the tops of the hose as stockings attached to lovely pink garter straps.
The body that hosted these legs pulled back, and the legs disappeared as the body stepped off the perch and stood behind the curtain.
The curtain pulled back completely, and the ladies all gasped.
They could see the rear view of the woman, and the rear was exquisite. Perfectly formed, just enough of a bubble to appear perky, and the firmness was never in doubt as the person controlled it, flexing it for the now-screaming ladies in the audience.
She turned a side view, turning her head towards the back of the stage so the audience wouldn't see her, but they weren't looking there, anyway.
The ladies was all obsessing on the chest of the woman on stage, wondering how much it cost, and they could get one, and how soon. The stage had a very chilling breeze blowing on it: of that, there was no doubt given the indicators on stage.
The abs were a perfect six-pack: firm enough to drop a quarter and get two dimes and a nickel back on the rebound.
The only reason that they now noticed the hair was because it was blocking the view of the chest, but now they all looked at it, as well.
The auburn-brown mane reached down to the waist, and it was gloriously full. The top of it was housed in a sort of covering, and the woman turned as if on cue.
The mask that she wore covered all of her head but her eyes: dancing, almost manic in their movement, and seemingly sure of their control but showing uncertainty.
The woman appeared to be about five foot five inches in height: not tall by any means, but with this package, height meant nothing.
She faced the audience, and then walked out onto the stage and walked up to Tara , hugging her when she arrived.
And, now, the audience saw the entire outfit: the black leather mini-skirt, the light-blue silk blouse that barely held its occupants, and the simple strand of pure, natural, white pearls around her neck.
The audience that had been dead-silent and still now broke into a staggering roar and a standing ovation for the two ladies.
"Dr. Hall has been working with two 'clients,'" and the audience laughed, "using the traditional 'dom' methodologies with good results, but she has changed over the last week to my methods.
"Dr. Hall, what have been your results?"
"Well, Mistress Tara," and the voice seemed as manic as the eyes that continued to dart in the mask, "I tried your methods using my two clients, and I'm excited to report that they have come further in three weeks than in the past 12 weeks of training."
"I've convinced one of my clients to be…well, let's just say that I've been a very happy camper, and there's been no monkey business," and Dr. Hall's voice left no misunderstanding as to why she was happy.
"The other client; well, let's just say that there will be another lady that will be even happier, and that little fingers are definitely not the measure of a man," she added, and the ladies on the stage hooted.
"You might even say that she'll be 'green' with envy when she finds out what I did for her," Dr. Hall added, and the audience laughed while Dr. Hall smiled under the mask.
'Yes, Shego, you'll be quite happy, indeed,' Dr. Hall thought. 'The DNA that he took that you didn't know about has been extremely useful in this experiment.'
"So, Doctor, what do you think of my methods, now?" Tara asked.
"Mistress Tara, I bow to your superior skills," and Dr. Hall curtsied. "You have shown me that there is definitely a better way than pure pain and violence, and I will be forever in your debt."
"Four out of five ladies are not satisfied today, ladies. What is better than a satisfied customer?" Tara asked, and the audience stood to a person and applauded.
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"So, how many orders did you get, Mistress Tara?" Dr. Hall asked after everyone had left from the audience, and the lady had yet to re-appear with Josh Mankey.
"A slow day, Dr. Hall: only 51 confirmed orders," Tara responded, gracefully removing her 4-inch heels from her feet and rubbing them gently. Dr. Hall immediately sat on the ground and began to massage Tara 's feet.
"Oh, Doc, that's heavenly, thank you," Tara responded as she leaned back in her chair, calculating in her head the net gain from this show.
'One more session with these results, and I can stop this for good: Josh and I can be normal…' and she laughed out loud, causing the doctor to look up, confused.
"Just an idle thought, Doc," Tara clarified, and the doctor switched over to her right foot.
"Ohhhhhh, Yesssssss," Tara moaned.
She loved it when Josh rubbed her feet, even now. 'Those artist's hands and fingers are definitely magical weapons of Tara-destruction,' she grinned, 'and the back rubs aren't half-bad, either!'
'The Doctor isn't half-bad, either.'
"Have the crews restored everything back to normal?" Tara called out, and a voice responded.
"Yes, Mistress Tara, all is cleaned, replaced, and the room has been restored."
"I love his little helpers," Dr. Hall commented as she stood.
"Thank you, Dr. Hall. That was divine," was Tara 's response, and Dr. Hall smiled.
"It was my pleasure, Mistress Tara. Thank you for giving me the tools to get him back to me, permanently," Dr. Hall smiled. "The other gentleman was a gift to you, to help your friend Kimmie with her problems with him," 'and her problems with Shego, as well: Shego won't be as upset, anymore!'
"Before you go, Doctor, would you be a dear and have him bring me something to drink? All of that talking has me parched," Tara smiled.
"Certainly, Mistress Tara. Drew?"
He came in at once, stopping in front of the two ladies and bowing.
"Yes, Mistress Tara, Mistress Hall: How may I serve you?"
"Something to drink, I believe: something hot?"
"How about some nice CoCoMoo?"
"That would be lovely, Drew."
"Thank you, Mistress Tara. I shall bring it at once."
He left, and Tara smiled as Drew let out an evil laugh as he headed for the kitchen set up at the back of the stage...
'Yes, Kim is going to be happy, but Shego will have her world Rocked!' was Tara 's thought.
"Are we ready, Snookem's?" Dr. Hall called out, and a tired English voice responded.
"Yes, Mistress Amy, we are all ready."
"Good. Go to the van and get everyone in: I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, Mistress Amy."
Echoes of many little feet running down the hall and chattering diminished as they group reached the outer doors leading to the hotel garage.
"I just wanted him to love me," Dr. Hall sighed, then burst into tears.
"He will love you, Amy. In ways you've never imagined before, he will love you." and Amy looked up and removed her mask, shaking her short hair and revealing her original face.
"Are you sure, Mistress Tara?" she asked.
"All that the techniques do, Amy, are to enhance the already-existing feelings. If he didn't already love you, this would never have worked, and you would have to been forced to resort to fear and pain."
"Thank you, Mistress Tara," and Dr. Amy Hall kissed Tara 's hand, then hugged her.
"Bye, now," she called out as she left the room.
Tara leaned back for a few moments, thinking about where she was, now, when there was a knock at her door.
"Mistress Tara, may I enter?" and Tara smiled at the voice.
"Yes, Josh, please, come in," she replied and she smiled even bigger when he walked in the door.
Josh walked to her, knelt, kissed her hand, looked up and winked.
"Is she happy?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress," Joss smiled. "She will contact you tomorrow to purchase five licenses."
"Wonderful! What did you do for her, Josh?"
"What she requested, Mistress," and he smiled and winked, again.
Tara wagged a finger, and Josh stood and sat on the arm of her chair.
"Love you, lover," she said, nuzzling his chin.
"I will always love you, Mistress Tara," Josh said honestly, and he bent his head down to kiss her lips.
Another knock on the door.
"Yes?" Tara called.
"I have fresh CoCoMoo, Mistress," Drew called.
"Enter," and the door opened with Drew pushing a cart with a service for six, sterling silver pots, and a large three-way dish containing marshmallows: large, small, and multi-colored ones.
"I did not know which you preferred, Mistress, so I brought them all. Also, I did not know how many would be here, so I brought enough for six. I hope that this pleases Mistress," Drew said, bowing his head.
"I am pleased, Drew," and he raised his head, smiling.
"You may go back to your room and please your roommate," and Drew's smile grew even bigger.
"Thank you, Mistress!" Drew almost ran from the room.
"Roommate?" Josh asked, standing to pour CoCoMoo for two.
"Dr. Hall outdid Drew's cloning capabilities: he has a Shego-clone that is mute, but he'll only have her for tonight.
"Why?" Joss asked as he placed the large marshmallows on the top of Tara 's cocoa, and the small marshmallows on his.
"I'm sending him back to his lair after one more session tomorrow; we'll see how he and Shego both react."
"I'll miss his cocoa, though: he's a nice loon, but he makes a mean cup of cocoa," Tara smiled as she drank deeply.
"Again, Mistress is correct."
"And, remember that, Josh."
"Yes, Mistress Tara ."
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Author's afterward:
This story is dedicated to RI100014 and Blackbird: I bet you two thought I'd forgotten, but I this train had already left the station when I went in the hospital, so this is not the result of drug-induced dreams. ….
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So, what do Tara and Dr. Hall have planned?
What will happen to Drew?
Where is Monty, and what will happen to him?
What about Shego? Will she learn that Amy's been cloning?
Stay tuned for chapter 4 of Yes, Mistress….
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