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down,” she sat on the love seat across from the two men on the sofa. “John, this will not interfere with you being my law clerk at the courthouse. I promise that. We won’t discuss this there at all. We will maintain our professionalism. And we’ve always been friends. I’m just surprised because I didn’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t know. I’m glad you’re here.”
    “Oh, thank you, Ma’am,” he sighed heavily with relief. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Ma’am, but no one really knows. Well most don’t.”
    “In my home, you don’t need to call me Ma’am or your honor. I just want you to call me Sydney. Can you do that?”
    “I don’t think so,” he sighed. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, I cannot.”
    “All right. Ma’am is fine, when we’re personal. John, thank you for playing with me, us. I have to admit I have never done that before and I’m sorry that we broke whatever protocol when Paxton entered the scene.”
    “No, Ma’am, it’s fine. I didn’t mind. I just wasn’t sure if I was supposed to obey him, too, that’s why I always looked to you. You were the one that was my designated dominant.”
    “You did fine. We weren’t so good,” Paxton said. “To be honest, we didn’t plan this. When I asked you to come and play, I was thinking it was just for my wife.”
    “I understand,” he sighed. “No one knows about me. I mean, I’m John to the world, but when I go to Club Valkyrie, I’m always Jessica.”
    “Would you consider playing with us more?” Sydney asked.
    “Yes, Ma’am, I would like that. Are you asking me to be your sub?”
    “One of them, yes,” Paxton intercepted. “I say one of them because we are trying to find the perfect subs for each other. Tonight, was not about finding a sub but celebrating our anniversary. There is something, and I know I said it to you before, but it is of the utmost privacy.”
    “Yes, Sir. You two are married so no one knows that you’re gay.”
    “Right,” he looked at Sydney and back at John. “Thank you for playing with both of us. I’m sorry that I got involved.”
    “I understand,” John looked at Sydney. “Ma’am, are you all right?”
    “Yes, why?” She focused on John. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
    Magda knocked on the open door. “Missus Carlton, I have the coffee. May I bring it in and serve?”
    “Yes,” Sydney nodded to Magda. “Then you can clean the parlor and the attached washroom. After that, you’re dismissed for the evening.”
    “Yes, Missus Carlton.” Magda set the tray on the table and then poured each of them a cup of coffee. She promptly left the room and closed the door.
    Sydney placed her cup against her lips and gently blew on the black liquid. “There’s cream and sugar,” she pointed.
    “Oh, thank you,” Jon sighed.
    “Can I ask you a few questions?” Sydney asked.
    “Oh, sure, Ma’am,” John stirred a teaspoon of sugar in his coffee and followed up with a splash of cream.
    “How does dressing up, make you feel inside? I mean, what do you feel when you’re Jessica?”
    “Dressing makes me feel very submissive. It puts me in my zone for being a better sub,” John explained.
    “John, if I remember you used to be married. Did you wife know about your crossdressing?”
    “I was married for 20 years, my ex knew I liked to dress, but she never embraced it or the lifestyle. I’m recently divorced, and find it hard to find a woman that likes or supports crossdressing. I was very casually involved with both a man and a woman, but they didn’t know about me being Jessica. They do know about each other, though. It was more casual than anything right now. But I hope one day to find that man or woman that accepts me for who I am. I thank you for taking me as your submissive.”
    Sydney sipped her coffee. “Do you always dress up when you’re submissive?”
    “Yes,” he nodded. “I have never tried being John and a submissive.”
    “I was tentative about removing your