“Of course,” Casey nodded. “When you agree to enter a BDSM relationship and allow someone to become your dominant or submissive, there needs to be open discussion first. It’s important to set rules and boundaries, punishments and rewards, things like that. There is usually a list of rules that you should go over, and you come up with them together. The rules can be whatever you want them to be, but both sides need to be okay with them. Common rules are usually something along the lines of ‘no talking back’, ‘you must listen to and obey your Domme’, you know, things like that. Some doms will have rules where you must refer to them as a particular name, like ‘Mistress’ or ‘Master’, for example. There can also be a very wide variety of rules. Some can be for health. I always have a rule that my subs must get at least eight hours of sleep every night, must eat at least three meals a day and must drink at least three bottles of water every day. They’re simple rules, but I like enforcing them because I like for my subs to be happy and healthy. And for the sub, it can be nice to have someone there to tell them to do those things. Those are things that can be easy to forget to do when you get busy, so having someone there to remind you can be nice.”
“Other rules can be sexual. Maybe your Domme will have a rule that you must put on a show for them every Saturday night or something,” Casey shrugged. “So, you’d have to masturbate in front of them every Saturday or you’d be punished. There could be a rule where you must ask your Domme for permission before having an orgasm and you must thank them afterward too. There could also be a rule where you’re not allowed to touch yourself without permission. The list of rules can be endless. As I said, you can have any rules you want, as long as both the Domme and sub are okay with them.”
“What about rewards and punishments and things? What are those like?” Amira rested her chin on her fist as she stared at Casey with wide eyes. Casey could see she was absolutely intrigued. Casey smiled to herself. Maybe this would indeed go exactly as she imagined it.
“That’s something that both the dom and the sub have to decide together as well. Punishments especially have to be discussed in great detail to make sure that both parties—especially the sub—are okay with them. There are physical punishments—like spanking or even overstimulation, edging—”
“What’s edging?”
“It’s when you get close to having an orgasm but then stop at the last second before you can have it. Then you get worked up once again until once again you think you’ll have an orgasm but once again, you stop before you get to have it. Having to go through that over and over again can be a great form of punishment—though it can also be fun. Maybe you might be banned from orgasm for a period of time as punishment.”
Casey felt excited just talking about it, explaining her world to someone she very much hoped would submit to her.
“Right, right,” Amira muttered, nodding. Her face looked golden in the hazy light. Her lips were full and she kept licking them nervously.
“Rewards can be whatever you want them to be, like with everything else. If your favorite snack is cotton candy, you can have cotton candy as a reward for being good. If your favorite thing to do is go bowling, you can go bowling as a reward. If there’s a sex toy that you love the most, you can get to use it as a reward. Things like that.”
“BDSM can be something that you engage in only in the bedroom. You could just be dominant and submissive in the bedroom and then have a regular, traditional relationship outside of that, but that’s not really how I like to go about things. For me, I like engaging in a BDSM lifestyle. I like getting to be a dominant at all times, not just in the bedroom. I like having a sub to take care of, and a sub that will serve me. Sexually, domestically, everything. Which is why I thought it best to be open. I have casual bedroom only flings. That is also an option.”
“Phew.” Amira smiled. “It’s a lot to get my head around.”
“Right,” Casey let out a small breath of relief. “So, what do you think?”
“Well…” Amira sighed, sending Casey a small, apologetic smile. “Well, I’m intrigued. But, I’m not really a submissive person and I’m not sure how well I'd do with giving up my control...I just don’t know if it’d work out. I’m really sorry—” Casey felt it all slipping away. She had been so sure Amira had these natural submissive tendencies under her facade of complete control. She had been so sure Amira was desperate to give up control… but, maybe she was wrong.
“We can still be friends though, right?” Amira smiled sweetly and took Casey’s hand. “I really do like you, as a friend, I mean!” she added quickly, blushing. “It would be nice if we could still spend time together every once in a while. If you want?”
“Yeah, I think I’d really like that!”Thatwas an understatement. I’d really like that, but I’d also really like to bend you over, tie you up and do a million filthy things to you.
Stop it, Casey.
As much as she wanted to be way more than just friends with Amira, she was at least happy to still have Amira in her life in some way. She genuinely enjoyed Amira’s company and the two of them got along so well.
“So…” Amira murmured after a few seconds of silence. “I guess I should be getting home then?”
“Oh, right,” Casey nodded. She tried to ignore the sinking feeling she had as Amira stood up and straightened her shirt. “Tonight was really fun, though. I really enjoyed watching you suffer on the teacups.”
“And I enjoyed watching you almost throw up on the merry-go-round,” Amira smirked. “I hope we can do something like that again soon.”
“Yeah, definitely!” Casey agreed as she stood up as well. “Maybe we could even have a beach trip one day. I mean, the weather’s always pretty nice here and I think you’d have a lot of fun on the boardwalk if you haven’t been there before.”
“I haven’t,” Amira told her. “I’d love to go there with you! It’s a date—I mean, no, not a date! Y-You know what I meant.” Amira laughed awkwardly, and Casey couldn’t help the genuine laugh that she let out in response. She wondered if Amira would always be this shy with her.
She had a feeling that the woman had a not-so-shy side to her as well, but unfortunately for her, she’d probably never get to see it. She tried not to think too hard about that as she grabbed her car keys.
“Come on, I should get you home before it gets too late. You need your rest.”
Amira’s cheeks tinted for the millionth time that day as she nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
5
“Ischeduled some more therapy sessions for Rina, and she’s pretty adamant about not wanting to be put on any medication so we’ll see how it goes. Honestly, I really think she’s gonna need some meds, but she is really worried about potential side effects damaging her performance.”
Amira was trying her best to focus on Casey as she spoke, but honestly, she was off in a whole other world.
Casey looked so smart and sexy and capable in her navy blue button down shirt with her sleeves casually rolled up to her elbows. Casey was effortlessly sexy. Amira found herself watching Casey’s lips and imagining them on her.
Amira had found herself non stop thinking about the kiss on the Ferris Wheel and everything Casey had explained to her afterwards.