Next Order?

‘’Alex, I want you to tell me to do something else….’’

His mind spun as he looked at his oldest friend’s naked body. Clara’s cheeks were awash with red, but she didn’t try to hide herself from him. She looked up at him, their eyes met, hers were blue and deep, flashing with embarrassment and arousal.

“Listen to me.” She chuckled. “Talking like that already… I bet you never thought I’d say something like that, Alex?”

“No.” Alex managed through a dry throat. “I can’t say that I did. I never expected to be in this situation at all. I can’t say I really prepared for it.”

“Really?” Clara said. “I have to say, I’m almost disappointed. How long have we known each other for, and you never once fantasised about me? Never once thought about what I would look like naked? Never once wondered what you would do if I only let you?”

“That’s not what I said, Clara.” Alex said. “I mean, um, of course I thought about you in that way. Especially when we went swimming together as we were growing up! I always used to have to try and not stare when you changed into your swimming clothes.”

“Well, now I’m not wearing anything at all.” Clara said softly. “Nothing at all, that’s a lot better than what you thought then, isn’t it? So why don’t you tell me exactly what you want me to do now, Alex?”

“I want...” Alex paused for a moment. His mind was still spinning in circles. His desire roaring in his ears. The world seemed to dance around him, and it was as though the very sky itself had parted to reveal this gift. His mouth was dry, and part of him was still worried that it was all some game or joke, he knew that Clara was a trickster, but she would never go so far as to strip down to nothing just for a joke. This was real. This had to be real. All his fantasies could come true. Everything that he had ever hoped.

She had given herself to him.

She had made herself his ****.

****. He hadn’t thought of that, but now that he had, he wondered why. He didn’t have any specific kink for that sort of thing, and he would just as happily have accepted another form of the same gift. But she hadn’t promised to go all the way, or to be his girlfriend, or anything like that. She’d promised to be his ****. Could it be, just maybe, that this was fulfilling her own desires almost as much as his…?

He looked at her, taking in her naked body, her flushed face. His eyes fell slowly, steadily tracing down her curves. The arousal that he had noticed before was still present, he felt strange seeing her like this, with her lower lips parted slightly, stripped naked. Part of him wanted to bring her close, to embrace her, to kiss her. To do all the things he had always wanted to do. Another part of him wondered about another route… if he was right, and the slavery angle was as much for her as for him, then she was looking to be commanded and controlled. That thought was so odd, almost wrong to him. Why should Clara be controlled like that? But she said she trusted him, didn’t she? And….and if she wanted… maybe it wasn’t so bad…?

What was he going to ask her to do first?