Alone with Mistress Jada

I follow Mistress Jada through the door, and realise that we are entering her house and are no longer in her dungeon next to the garage. We walk in silence, me discretely admiring Mistress Jada's ass swaying in front of me as she walks.

We turn a corner, reaching a living room which is nice and airy with cream coloured sofas. Mistress Jada takes off the strap-on, dropping it on the table in front of one of the sofas, then sits down, crossing her legs. She is still wearing only her black latex boots and elbow length black latex gloves. She looks over at me and says:

"If I remove those, will you be good?"

I nod in reply.

Mistress Jada stands up, fishes a hand cuff key out of one of her boots and then unlocks my handcuffs. I start massaging my wrists after the handcuffs come off. Not that I am uncomfortable, just because that is what I have seen people do in the movies.

Mistress Jada takes a seat and waves for me to sit as well, so I take a seat, looking at her. She immediately asks me:

"What's your name?"

"Matt." I reply.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are Mistress Jada?" I respond, feeling a bit confused.

Mistress Jada smiles at me and says:

"Up here I just go by Jada."

"Okay, Jada." I say and smile back at her.

Jada takes a second to think, then asks:

"Do you recognise me at all?"

"You look familiar." I reply, a bit hesitantly.

"You might have seen me in some movies." Jada replies.

"You're Jada Fire!" I exclaim.

Jada just smiles a big smile back in response.