Mistress Maeve

[maeve-preston]

Hello summer students. Now, you are going to here me do this once more when the regular term begins but an introduction is due. I am your guidance counselor Maeve Preston, Miss to most and Dr Preston please from my fellow Dominants. I am back in office full time and available to begin taking appointments. I encourage you all to stop in, whether it simply be to orient yourselves in your schedule, a class related trouble, personal conundrum, or a mental health issue I’m here to help guide you to what you may need. 

An additional note for those of you participating in the perfect match program or that may have attended my discussion on communication within a claim, please feel free to come to me with any questions you may have through the duration of the program. Or if you feel the need for an assist in sitting down with your partner and establishing your communication as you move forward with your arrangements. 

And please, to those of you I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting, introduce yourself.

[maeve-preston]

TUESDAY AT THE RESORT | @jo--taylor         tw: smut 

It started in the restaurant, fleeting touches to Jo’s thighs, lingering ones higher and higher up her dress. Maeve made no pause in the elevator, gripping the submissive’s hair in one hand to tip her head back and display her chest. The Domme felt for harden nipples, tutting and twisting when she found them. 

By the time they reached their floor her hand had been in Jo’s panties twice and as they came to the door Maeve pressed Jo against it, forcing her cheek to the cool wood as her hand once again pushed past fabric barriers. Indulging in the freedom of knowing there were no students around, she was intent to edge the submissive at least once before they entered. 

The jingle of keys down the hall signified someone approaching and a short breath later a voice, 

“Bellhop coming through with their eyes down, Ma’am.” 

Recognizing the man from when they’d arrived Maeve grinned and pressed harder into Jo, keeping her from being able to turn her head and look. The circling of busy fingers around her clit steading. 

“Watch.” Maeve granted as he passed. “She love’s being the show...” then, in a whisper against the submissive’s ear “but you’re only performing for me, aren’t you dear?”

Jo whimpered, her breath catching. “Only for you, Miss.” 

The door lock beeped and clicked with a slide of a card and Maeve pushed the submissive in and immediately to her knees; the Dominant’s belt undone and tossed aside as the door fell closed again behind them. 

[maeve-preston]

jo--taylor​:

I’m sure you’ll get there, Miss.

I’m sure I will too. Thank you for sharing a goal with me, Jo. 

[maeve-preston]

jo--taylor​:

Thanks, Miss.  I certainly hope so.  If you do then I can’t wait to see it.  Maybe I should bring you flowers with your coffee, every vase deserves flowers to hold.  Wait, it does hold water, right?

In theory it is water tight, but I can make no promises. Maybe when I am better at it I’ll produce something worthy of flowers. 

[maeve-preston]

jo--taylor​:

It’s quite literally the only form of dance I don’t have formal training in.  It feels necessary but it helps that I love dance in general.  Do I get to see this unfortunate vase?  I’m sure you’re selling yourself short, Miss.

I’m sure you’ll take to it just as well. I can assure you that the assessment of the vase is very factual. It is extremely uneven. But maybe I’ll put it on display in my office, as a point of pride. 

[maeve-preston]

jo--taylor​:

Once the show wraps up and I have a bit of free time on my hands I’m hoping to take up the ballroom dance course in town.  What have you made in your pottery class, Miss?

Ballroom dance does sound incredibly suited to you, I bet that will be wonderful. I’ve only crafted a rather unfortunate vase so far. I feel a bit like i’m back in grade school art class. It is truly hideous. 

[senora-violeta]

“What do you remember about your mother?”

( @maeve-preston​ )

[maeve-preston]

Maeve’s attention was quickly pulled from her drink and she looked up at Violeta. The question wasn’t bad or upsetting, simply unexpected. She shifted, sitting back in her chair. “I remember... her loneliness.” Maeve said honestly but then moved on from that. “But I also remember her good days. We spent summers on the cape in Massachusetts, that was always when she was the clearest. Why do you ask?”

[maeve-preston]

As the term begins to come to a close and we approach finals I’d just like to say that it is never too late to set goals, academic or otherwise. Myself for example, finding my schedule a bit ridged I’ve decided to learn a new skill and I’ve taken a pottery class in town. I challenge you all to find and set an achievable goal for yourselves in the last few weeks before summer. 

And of course, if there are more personal goals you’d like to discuss, appointments are available and my office is always open. 

[maeve-preston]

Maeve sipped her coffee and comfortingly pat her hand to the inside of Jo’s thigh, “Breathe a bit.” She instructed as she sat back in her office chair and crossed her legs. It was Friday so she was sure Jo expected the Domme to allow her climax like the week before but Maeve rather liked the way Jo shivered at the edge of her denial and she’d pulled her touch away specifically looking for the reaction as her satisfier. She licked her fingers, noting the taste for herself as she held the submissive’s gaze and then washed it down with another sip. “Do you have a busy day today?” She asked, as if her hand wasn’t just up Jo’s skirt for the past fifteen minutes. @jo--taylor​

[maeve-preston]

Hello students. As you head into this next week of preparation for your midterms I want to remind you that my door is always open and appointments are still available throughout the week. Partners finding themselves struggling to communicate may want to consider making an appointment together, for mediation. If you find yourself in need of a bit of helpful and motivating information without a sit down, don’t hesitate to come take a look at the PAMPHLETS outside of my office. Additionally, in times of stress and anxiety have a go at the portal of RESOURCES linked to my page. You may find something that helps. 

In the meantime I challenge you all to stay positive and spread that positivity, you never know who you may inspire to think differently about a situation because of it. 

Let’s hear a few things you’ll be looking forward to come the 19th, I’d love to hear it...

[maeve-preston]

jo--taylor​:

Jo followed the woman into her home and slipped off her own light jacket.  “Yes, Miss.”  The submissive knew her way around this place and knew where to find everything she needed, she hadn’t made herself at home or anything but it was comfortingly familiar.  She went about getting their drinks and then made her way back to the Domme.  Bending at the waist, she set down two coasters and set the drinks on them.  Jo toed off her heels neatly to the side and lowered down to her knees where she knew she was expected. A small smile quirked at pink lips.  “I know the feeling, Miss.”  She hadn’t been out on Valentines in nearly 8 years and forget dates in general…was this a date?  It didn’t matter. “Thank you.  It was a really nice night.”  

Setting her phone down, Maeve refocused her attention on Jo, watching her get into position. “Thank you.” She said gratefully, as she retrieved her drink and took a sip. This particular brand was much smoother than what the restaurant had supplied, despite its lengthy wine selection. Maeve nursed it a moment, swirling the amber liquid thoughtfully. “It was nice.” The Dominant agreed. She took another short sip and set her glass back on the coaster in favor of removing a glove, loosing one finger at a time. “Typically I hide in the dark on Valentine’s day.” A rare confession. Maeve lay the glove in her lap and reached to smooth back the submissive’s hair and settle an open hand at the back of her neck. 

[maeve-preston]

ofrestlessheartsx​:

Morgan glanced up when she heard a voice speak, her jaw clenching slightly as she raked her fingers through her hair. Of course of all the people to come across her, it had to be Maeve. Maeve, the person that Jo was spending time with. The person that Jo clearly liked even if she wasn’t admitting that to herself or other people. Morgan was well versed in the way that Jo spoke about someone when she was entranced by them and Maeve had definitely entranced Jo. The only person worse to come across her would have been Jo herself. “I’m…” Lying wouldn’t get her anywhere when it was clear that she wasn’t okay. Instead, she looked back down, trying to focus on her breathing.

The sound of voices at the other end of the hall prompted Maeve to step a bit further in front of Morgan, blocking her from view should those passing look down toward the pair. “Hey...” Maeve said to draw the woman’s eyes back. She reached for her, her palm making contact with the switch’s elbow and she closed her fingers around the back of her arm to secure the contact. “Inhale.” The Dominant compelled, when she again had Morgan’s gaze. Maeve took in a breath herself, raising her shoulders as her chest filled in slight exaggeration as example. Then an exhale. “Come with me.” She said, insisting the blonde back the way she had come from her office and unlocked the door with a swift motion ushering Morgan inside. 

[maeve-preston]

@jo--taylor

Maeve let them in, tossed her keys into the bowl by the door and rid herself of her dinner jacket. “There is chilled wine in the fridge but, I’ll take the scotch from the cabinet.” The Domme informed as she also removed her watch from around a gloved wrist and set it by her keys. By then having Jo over came with a bit of a routine. Typically, a nightcap for a spell and then they’d head up to her spare room where Maeve tended to be more engaging. She sat herself down in the chair she liked, swiping over a few emails as she waited for the submissive to retrieve their drinks and kneel beside her. “It’s been a while since I’ve done proper dinner at a place like that.” On a day like today. Maeve left out. 

[maeve-preston]

MAEVE:  I've made reservations at a suitable restaurant on the far side of town. Make yourself look nice for me, Jo. JO: Yes, Miss.

Sunday at 5 | @jo--taylor

[jo--taylor]

JO: Out of curiosity, how dressed up would you like me for this dinner?

MAEVE: I've made reservations at a suitable restaurant on the far side of town. Make yourself look *nice* for me, Jo.

this can be seen subtly beneath the mesh part of the top

@maeve-preston

[maeve-preston]

Sunday Dinner \\  Feb 14th

[dreamsmallx]

@maeve-preston​

As she reached a month into her temporary position at Devereux, Morgan had been asked to go and speak with the Deans and she had been certain that something had happened that meant that she would be fired. However, leaving the meeting, she realized that it was the complete opposite. Instead of wanting her to leave, they wanted her to stay on permanently. She had asked for time to think about it and had left the room before nearly entering into a job as she attempted to get away. There was too much going on in her head. What would Jo think? What did Morgan want? Was it smart to take the job? Would any of her coworkers actually be alright with this update. All of these thoughts plus the impending notion of Blythe’s birthday coming up, Morgan felt like she couldn’t breathe and she stopped to lean against a wall, trying to relax.

[maeve-preston]

Maeve tucked her office keys in her pocket as she walked, letting herself free for the day a bit earlier than usually due to some cancellations. She’d most likely be looking over some of the new students files on her laptop when she got home anyhow so she forgave herself for the early dismissal. As if she wasn’t always working. Rounding the corner she noticed a figure nearly doubled over halfway down the hall and approached slowly, pausing instead of passing. Morgan Stone. She of course knew of her, Maeve made a note to have an inkling of all the teachers for the students sakes but what she knew of Morgan hadn’t come from faculty information or student here say. “Are you alright?” She questioned gently, standing by the woman, and assessing what looked an awful lot like panic.