Day Two: Preparations

It was the dawn of the next day, and Alex slowly roused himself from his bed on the sofa. He was lying with the blankets wrapped around him, his head pressed up against the armrest. For a moment, he didn’t know why he was there, and then he blinked, and the memories of last night returned all in a rush. He sat bolt upright in an instant, all traces of sleep falling away from his form.

“I didn’t….that couldn’t… I mean...” He mumbled to himself as he rose, shaking the last of the sleep from his head. That couldn’t have happened, right? Clara couldn’t have come to him and offered herself as his **** for a week? That was the sort of thing that only happened in fantasies, not in reality. Surely, he must have dreamt it in the afterglow of the party?

And yet, as much as that made sense, he could still remember the feeling of her hands against his naked skin. The tense moment of expectation as his member had surged under her touch. He remembered how she had spread her legs, demonstrated the ways that she liked to pleasure herself. Details like, it couldn’t be just a dream…? He frowned to himself, considered what he would do next. Last night, it had all seemed so clear, and so simple. Now though, now he was looking at it in the light of day.

“Did I really just accept Clara as my sex ****? That… that’s gotta be illegal, right? I suppose it’s not if she is the one who starts it, but still...” His heart was beating faster as he considered all the problems ahead. Was he really going to go through with this? Last night had been like something out of his dreams, but a whole week of it?

Well, why not?

Why not a whole week of it? They were both willing, right? Clara had made it clear on that score. Even if she liked being a ****, she was the one who had set it up, and she could leave anytime she wanted, so what was so wrong with indulging that fantasy?

He considered this as he made breakfast – just for himself, as he knew Clara tended to sleep a bit later – over the sound of frying meat, he continued to try and map out the rest of the week. What was he doing? What did he want to do? How far did he want to go? Did he even want to do it? Last night had been...well, it had been amazing, but he had also been caught up in the moment. Now, in the light of day, he needed to think about what he was going to do.

Money was no problem. As Clara had said, his family was fairly wealthy. Not quite rich, but two people living here would be no issue instead of the one intended. The main problem truly arose when he considered the situation he was now in. Alex was fairly intelligent, and it was honestly pretty hard to miss the fact that being the **** was a draw for Clara. She liked to be dominated, controlled, it made her feel all hot and bothered in a way that made him feel all hot and bothered. So maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all? Problem was, he’d never before had to deal with something like this. He wasn’t into dominance himself, never had been. The most kinky he had ever gotten was fantasies about threesomes or the like. Just regular things, or so he assumed. He’d never even considered going into the more darker side of things, and never would have guessed that Clara had a thing for that. Sweet, innocent Clara liking to be controlled, tied up, dominated? It was insane!

And yet...and yet…

If she was willing to do it… if she wanted him to do it… he’d always had a thing for her, and yesterday had left his mouth dry, his heart pounding. His member had been engorged by the sight of her naked body, her long legs, her pale skin, and her blue eyes. The idea of turning her down seemed almost impossible to consider, and besides, she had chosen him for this for a reason. She had always had a crush on him too, or so she had said, so it seemed perfect, right? He liked her, she liked him. Why not try to get together?

Well, the whole master/**** thing was a bit of an impediment, he would admit. But that wasn’t something he wasn’t willing to work with.

As he thought, Alex finished cooking, serving himself breakfast, as well as leaving some aside for his now-probably-girlfriend. He ate his food, drank his water, and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, all the while operating mostly on automatic. His mind still grappling with the possibilities now open to him.

Slavery was bad. Obvious one, but let’s get it out of the way first. He didn’t like to keep people enslaved. That was a bad thing, and he had nothing but sympathy for those who had suffered under such people. On the other hand, fantasies were supposed to be good, right? Clara wanting to be his **** didn’t mean that she literally wanted to be a ****, just that she wanted him to play along with her, to help her explore her desires.

Alex nodded. He could work with that.

Next issue. He had no idea how to do that. He’d never done much research into BDSM, dominance, submission, or anything like that. When he thought of it, he mostly just had vague notions of whips and chains and candles, and he was pretty sure that was far from the whole thing. Also, he didn’t yet know how far Clara was willing to go, and didn’t want to accidentally push her either. What was the solution? Well, honestly, he didn’t really have one yet. He had a few half formed notions, and of course, many, many lust-spawned ideas, but nothing he was really happy with just yet.

Honestly, it was time to admit the truth. He was out of his depth. Did he play into it, be the master that she obviously wanted? Or did he try to break her out of it? It was her fantasy, after all, but that didn’t mean it was harmful. The main question was simply whether he was willing to play along… If he did, Clara got to live out her fantasy, and as for him, what did he get….?

Well, a gorgeous girlfriend who would do anything he wanted, who was also his first crush, and the girl he had always wanted to make a move on, but been too scared to do so.

Put it like that, why the hell was he being so **** about this?

Well, because he didn’t want it to go badly for himself or for Clara. He genuinely cared for her, and though the idea of what she proposed made him tingle with excitement and desire, he knew that he had to be in control of himself. He had to actually consider what she meant, had to know what he was getting into. This was serious, not some porn on the internet. If he did this, and it went bad, there would be no way back. He could lose one of his closest friends, forever.

For a long moment, he paused, gazing down at the soapy dishes. Clara would not be up for several hours yet, he still had time to figure this out on his own. Part of him wanted to go for it, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that his part of him was decidedly focused around his lower regions. He kept flashing back to what she had done yesterday, how she had moaned, and fingered herself, how she had spread her legs, her face so red, and yet so totally willing to do as he said. He remembered how wet she had been, how willing to follow his commands. He wanted that, didn’t he?

But how much of it did he want? Where was the balance to strike? She was his friend, not his ****. A fantasy was all well and good, but when did it become unhealthy? He’d never had to think about this before today, and now it was all crashing down on him! What did he do? He had to make up his mind before Clara woke up, but how the hell was he going to do that? He felt isolated, like he could talk to no one. After all, if he made inquiries, then most of his friends would probably be able to guess exactly what had happened, and he did not feel like sharing his personal life with the world.

So he needed to talk to someone who had a lot of experience in this field. Someone who had been there and done it, and who he could trust to be discrete? But who could it be?

He sighed.

Today was going to be a long day, wasn’t it? He racked his brain for people he might be able to contact, but sadly, most of his friends fell into one of two groups. Either they were too much like him, and wouldn’t have any knowledge of what he was after, or else they were a bit more exotic, but also probably couldn’t be trusted to keep it to themselves, though they would doubtless try. He considered again, going over the list of candidates again and again, trying to find someone, anyone, who might be able to help, slowly shaking his head at each one in turn.

Joe? No, too humdrum.

Mathews? Yeah, no. Not happening.

Sarah? Eeeeeh, probably not. She might be able to help, but he also didn’t trust her not to let it slip. She had a good heart, but she wasn't the best about social boundaries at times.

Shauna? No, they weren’t that good friends. He wasn’t willing to let her know exactly what was going on between himself and Clara.

Lilly?

He paused, rotating the thought in his head as though to try and come at it from a different angle. Lilly…., he considered it again. She was confident, athletic, pretty cute in her own right, and had had a bunch of partners. He’d not tried to dive too deeply into it, but he was fairly sure that she probably had a pretty active sex life. She was confident enough to do it, anyway, but she never said much, which did imply that she had some measure of self control…. he’d known her for almost as long as Clara, and he trusted her a lot, but of course, the problem there was that she’d known him just as long, so there would be almost no hiding it. If he told her, he told her everything.

Was it worth it? Was he willing to do so?