Dominion of the Butterfly

Chapter 7

Sara only had a few days left at the Dominion, and Lady Heather invited her to the monthly staff meeting, which was always held in the late afternoon. The curious student in Sara could not resist finding out what happens in a staff meeting at a Dominion.

The whole group sat in a circle enjoying veggies, fruit, cheese crackers and dips, while Sara noted the Chinese screen in the corner. Lady Heather stood up and the entire group silenced.

Holding a clipboard and wearing ½ glasses Lady Heather looked like any other middle manager at any company, provided you ignored the leather bustier and matching thigh-high boots.

"Settle down people, we have a lot to cover today."

Lady Heather checked her list.

"First item, please remember to place all used toys that have come into contact with bodily fluids in the sanitizing bins. Our interns of submission come by each hour to sanitize the equipment and we need to keep up with the OSHA regulations.

The group giggled. Sara blushed. Lady Heather shot the group a look that could freeze lava and continued.

"Next. The Annual SMBD Convention is in the beginning of December. I need volunteers to house our friends from our Sister Dominion in Holland. This is a great opportunity to meet some new people and learn about the new European toys techniques first hand."

"Third. Open Enrollment for Health Insurance is next month and Miss Bellman will be here to explain your options to you."

Next Lady Heather pointed to a short, balding man. "Mr. Elander is here to talk about the newest in Ergonomic equipment."

Sara watched fascinated as the petite man brought out a wide assortment of whips, cat 'o' nine tails, and riding crops. Mr. Elander described each item and how they came in several sizes to accommodate for height differences, and passed each item around so the employees of the dominion could sample the soft, easy grip, ergonomically designed handles. Some of the more dedicated dominants took their favorite submissive and tested the equipment. Before things got out of hand, Lady Heather put a stop to the demonstration.

Sighing, Lady Heather continued with the meeting.

"I also wanted to thank all of you for being so kind to Sara during her visit with us. She will be returning to her home in a few days, but I know I speak for everyone when I say that Sara is welcome to come back whenever she likes. This combined with the whooping and catcalls caused to Sara smile and blush.

Lady Heather then turned to Mistress Monique, smiled at her and walked over. "Now we all know that Monique will be going on maternity leave very soon." The very pregnant Monique smiled and patted her enormous belly with a gracefully manicured hand. "Now I must commend Monique on using her pregnancy as a tool for work. Bravo on using your submissives to provide backrubs, foot rubs and ice cream."

Lady Heather smiled and pointed at Patrick and had him go to the Chinese screen and move it. Behind the screen was a large pile of presents, the centerpiece of them being a genuine English Pram with sterling silver trim. Monique clapped her hands with the enthusiasm of a five year old on Christmas morning.

Sara smiled as Monique opened her gifts as everyone cooed, and oohed and aahed. She was glad that Monique seemed to enjoy her gift of diapers and wipes, and a set of little onesies. After gifts, Monique posed with the traditional shower hat of ribbons and bows from the gifts stapled to a paper plate, which was an unusual match with her maternity dominatrix outfit.

The staff at Lady Heather's then stuffed themselves with cake, before Lady Heather blindfolded Monique and led her out to the side carport where a brand new minivan was waiting—a gift from a client of Monique's who was a very wealthy car dealership owner who was hoping to gain favor with Monique. The group clapped and laughed and rushed back to the patio to help Monique load her gifts into the minivan. Sara was almost too busy enjoying the fun to notice Lady Heather motioning to Sara that it was time to get ready for her meeting with Lurie.

Back in the Dominion, Sara put on the purple velvet shortie pajama set and went to Lady Heather's room to get some assistance with her hair and makeup. Even though Sara could do her own hair, she liked having Lady Heather brushing it for her. Sara sat down at Lady Heather's table and Lady Heather began brushing Sara's hair. After Sara's hair gleamed like silk, Lady Heather began working on her makeup. Towards the end, Lady Heather took her lip brush and gently began to brush lip stick on her lips. Finishing up she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Sara put her hand on Lady Heather's. "Thanks."

Lady Heather returned Sara's warm smile. "You're welcome. But really the pleasure is all mine. I've enjoyed having you here."

The two women smiled at each other. Sara stood up, not losing contact with Lady Heather. The two women looked silently at each other, and if questioned under oath, neither could say who made the first move. But move they did, and slowly their lips met. As their lips met each other they slowly leaned in and kissed. They got closer as they kissed and soon Lady Heather slipped her tongue into Sara's mouth, who accepted it. As hands began to wander and they began deepening their kiss, they heard an angry gurgling sound, and both turned around to see Grissom.

Grissom stood there mutely. Sara knew that this was the calm before the storm. Grissom raised an eyebrow and said very quietly, "Was I interrupting, ladies?"

Sara stood there quietly not knowing what to say. She was hung-over with desire, confused that Grissom was there, and slowly growing angry at the snarky tone in his voice.

Lady Heather was not confused, however. She was angry at the way Grissom was apparently making Sara feel. "Are you jealous Grissom? After all, I was able to get further in two weeks than you did in ten years."

Grissom's ears began turning red, a bad sign. "No, I'm not jealous. I am just angry that you took advantage of my Sara that way…"

Lady Heather quirked one brow, "Your Sara…."

Sara piped up, "No one took advantage…"

Grissom broke in, "Sara you don't know what this woman is capable of. This is between me and Heather."

Sara was now mad, "I am quite sure what Heather is capable of. After all, I just kissed her."

Grissom shook his head. "No. She kissed you."

Heather broke in, "No we kissed each other. And it was good. You can't imagine what you are missing."

Grissom sputtered as he had frequently imagined what he was missing. Before he could open his mouth again, Sara put her hand up.

Sara exploded. "Enough both of you! I am not a child. Lady Heather and I kissed and I enjoyed it. If you had ever stopped being chickenshit for two minutes and kissed me, I would probably enjoy it. For the love of god, I have needs! I have not had sex in six months."

Grissom's jaw dropped as he stared at Sara. "Who have you had sex with, when have you had time?..."

Sara stared him down, "That is none of your business. Apparently I can squeeze in some fucking between breaking overtime records, solving crimes, pining for you and being a loose cannon with a gun."

Lady Heather touched Sara on the shoulder, Sara spun around to face her. "And you, did we kiss because you want me, or was I some pawn in your sick mind fuck game with Grissom?"

Lady Heather and Grissom both stood on either side of Sara, looking at her calmly. Sara surveyed the pair, looking deep into the cornflower blue eyes and hidden cleft chin of Grissom and the cornflower blue eyes hidden behind the green contacts and cleft chin of Lady Heather. As she remembered conversations, a thought crept into her mind. She turned to Heather. "Heather, what is your full name?"

"Heather Gilbert Kessler." Gilbert is my maiden name.

Sara turned to Grissom, "Grissom, what is your middle name?"

Grissom looked puzzled, "Gilbert Aaron Grissom. My dad did not want a junior so he reversed his name instead."

Sara turned to Lady Heather, How old are you?

Lady Heather spoke quietly, "Forty-Four"

Sara turned to Grissom, "Grissom how old were you when your parents temporarily split?

Grissom turned pale under his beard. "Five, but he came back and then he began to travel frequently for his botany work. He died five years later." Grissom looked at Heather. "Is your father still alive?"

Heather paled, "No."

Sara pressed on, "What was his name?"

Lady Heather paled more than either could imagine possible for an already porcelain skinned woman. "His name was Aaron Gilbert. He was a scientist."

Sara shook her head, and looked at them as a terrifying thought entered both of their heads. "Explains a lot, doesn't it? The strange attraction and repulsion, the connection, the need to one up each other." Sara looked at both of them sadly, her anger spent. "So, who won this round?"

Sara left the two of them staring at each other, letting a probability they never conceived of, work through their minds. With her eyes tearing, Sara wiped them gently and squared her shoulders, knowing she had to get ready for her evening with Lurie.

Lurie met Sara as she was heading to her room for their meeting. He said hello and held up the Boggle box. "Ready to go down, Debbie".

Sara just sniffled. Lurie caught that sound, and putting Boggle on a coffee table, took Sara in his arms asking, "Debbie honey, what's wrong?"

It took a lot of self control for Sara not to burst into tears or yell when he heard Lurie call her that long ago endearment she had heard from Grissom. Relaxing in his arms for a moment, she gained some composure and said with a gentle sob, "Vincent, don't you ever just want to escape from all this, just go somewhere and start over?"

Vincent looked at Sara carefully. He pulled her closer and smiled; she had never called him by his first name before. Sara pulled away whispering, "I'm sorry Vincent, and I just can't tonight."

Vincent smiled and kissed her on the head, "I understand honey. I'm going home tonight, but I will be back. I promise.

A/N: Now you all know my theory for Grissom/LH. It helped me get through Lady Heather's Box and Pirates of the Third Reich.

Also, for those who were curious, OSHA is the Occupational Safety Health Act. I am such an HR Geek. No, I do not know if they regulate the sex industry. I am on a roll. I might have this whole story posted today.