A Heart to Heart

With the door closed and locked, Elana loosed a sigh, collapsing into a sitting position with her legs crossed and her back pressed into the corner of the room. She felt all the tension of the trip draining from her body, for the first time, she was alone properly with her girlfriend and not otherwise distracted. She breathed a deep sigh, her overstimulated body still felt so hot, she knew it would take her time to calm down.

But at least she would now have the time.

On the other side of the room, Amy was doing much the same. The short-haired red head had found herself a position on the floor, she was sitting with her legs curled under her, one of her hands touching the new piercings that she had been given, running a finger through the metal hoop. Her freckled face was flushed with the stimulation she had endured, but she was coming back to life now she had had a chance to rest.

"I am not going to lie..." She said slowly. "This was...this was a new experience for me."

Elana giggled again, like a schoolgirl, she couldn't help it. It seemed so silly.

"I mean, I would have thought you'd be kidnapped by police, stripped naked, and then sold to a creeper to make porn all the time." Elana teased. "I know it happens to me about once a month."

"Yeah, well, you're a masochist." Amy countered. "_and _you have a magic rule book to make it happen. Most people don't have that, you know. They need to find more normal ways to get off."

"Aren't you glad I'm sharing it with you?" Elana said, her tone teasing, but the question was real. She was a sub, always had been, even long before she had met Amy. She'd fantasised about being kidnapped and fucked since she was old enough to touch herself, and she'd watched a lot of videos online, and even wrote some of her fantasies down on paper too. To say that she was ignorant of this part of herself was very wrong.

Amy, on the other hand, was more dominant. All of this was something that Elana took delight in. on some level, she enjoyed the abuse, the helplessness, and the torment. It was all part of the game to her, part of what she enjoyed. Amy, though? She was just starting to find herself. Elana hoped that she wasn't having too hard a time of it.

"Well..." Amy said, cocking her head to the side for a moment. "I don't know. Even when I agreed to this, I can't say I expected it to start off so strong. That police officer had it out for me, and let me tell you, the truck ride was hard. I've never been humiliated like that before in my whole life, never felt so helpless, never wanted to hurt someone else as much as when they punished you... This whole thing is new to me, you know? I guess I am still trying to find my place in it."

"W-we can stop, you know." Elana said. "If you want?"

"Stop?" Amy said, forcing a weak grin, she shook her head. "Not yet. I mean, it's been hard for me I'm not going to lie. But I feel like I am finding something out about myself, and also...well, it's weird to say, but I feel closer to you. You've always liked...well, this sort of thing... but I've never done it myself, and I guess sharing the experience is sort of hot in a way..."

Her face coloured as she said this.

"Even if we stop in the end, I want to go a little bit further first. I want to...to understand more about this feeling, and maybe share some more time with you like this?"

Elana felt her heart hammering, and flushed, not in shame or humiliation, but with a more deep feeling. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. As declarations of love went. ''let's be slaves together'' was pretty atypical. But she got what Amy was trying to say.

"You may say the truck ride was hard..." Elana said. "But I have to admit, seeing you pinned there like that, with your arms and legs spread, and your pussy filled by that metal bar...so helpless and open... it was really cute, Amy. You're usually so powerful and strong. I guess, seeing you weak and vulnerable, trying so hard not to cum even though we both know you would in the end... it was like seeing another side of you."

Amy looked away for a moment, then she sighed.

"It's a whole new world, I suppose. What do you think they'll do to us tomorrow? I never thought in a million years I'd end up making porn."

"I dunno." Elana shrugged. "He had a lot of props, so I guess he has some ideas. I have to admit, I didn't really see things going this way either, but that's why I let the rules be a bit random, so we could both be surprised. Bought to make porn? That's a new twist. I wonder if it's going to have chains? I mean, the police officer had me change your piercings so they could act as anchors, so maybe..."

"Yeah..." Amy winced, looking down at her breasts again, and then further down to her pussy, where the ring gleamed from its place connected to her clitoral hood. "Not gonna lie, I am not looking forward to more of that. When the officer had me walk with that chain between my legs? Fuck, that was hard not to cum."

Elana giggled.

"You looked really sexy, though." She said. "I remember when I was first made to walk with my piercings. That was the first time I was kidnapped, before we were a couple. The guy chained me by my nipples, and made me walk. My clit piercing was intentionally oversized, so it stimulated me with each step. Man, that was intense. Sometimes, I still think about it. The whole crowd watching me... each step I took, I was teasing myself, and that bastard just kept pulling me by my chest, making me walk and stumble. No time to gather myself, no time to protect my dignity...I remember, the metal rubbing against me down there... just growing harder and harder to ignore..."

"Damnit, Elana..." Amy sighed. "Do you have no limit? You're getting turned on again."

"I'm not!"

"You totally are."

"No!"

"Spread your legs then and we'll both see."

"...I don't want to do that..."

"Told you."

Elana sighed but only for a moment. After everything that had happened today, it was almost nice to just be able to sit and chat with her girlfriend. Still, Amy seemed to be regarding their future.

"Porn." She said. "Making porn. I never thought of it. Just think of it, 'Lana. After tomorrow, there will be videos of the two of us online. Naked. Doing things to one another."

"You sound like you're a newly legal virgin." Elana laughed. "I know the two of us have had sex before, so I don't know why you're beating around the bush like that. There will be videos of us fucking. Probably each other. Maybe other people. Toys could be involved."

Amy said nothing for a few seconds.

"It just feels a lot more permanent." She admitted. "I mean, you're right. I've had plenty of sex, even before I met you. And I know you had fun before you met me, considering that is how you met me. But a video makes it all more real. I wonder if people I know will see it... my former boyfriends...my friends and my family... will they watch me get naked and fuck or be fucked? What will they think of it? What will they think of me? Disgusted? Ashamed? Turned on? Will they wonder if they could get me to do the same things with them?"

"It doesn't matter." Elana said, moving to her feet and starting to walk towards where Amy was sitting. "The rulebook can make it so that all of that never happened. We can just go back to the way we were before, when we want. Videos like that aren't permanent. Not for us."

"Feels that way, though." Amy said. "Feels like I am crossing a barrier. No going back. If the stuff gets online, it's never going to go away. People are always going to see me as that slave who got fucked in front of a camera."

"I see." Elana said, coming to a rest behind Amy, and slowly sinking into a crouch. "How does that make you feel?"

"That's the thing." Amy admitted. "I don't know. Feeling so helpless is new to me. But at the same time, I got a thrill before...and...and the thought of videos makes me cringe with shame, but part of me wants it to happen... wants to feel that barrier be crossed... wants to be that slave who got fucked in front of everyone. I imagine my old friends, my sisters, watching that video, and I shudder, but part of me wants it. What does that mean, 'Lana?"

"It doesn't mean you're any less than you were before." Elana said primly. "People are not defined by their kinks, though that may be weird coming from someone like me. I've put a lot of thought into it, and so long as you're not hurting anyone, it doesn't matter what you like or don't like. You're just...finding a new side of yourself is all."

"You're right." Amy said. "And that's one of the reasons I want to go. Exploring this part of myself with you is...well, it's a lot more than I thought I'd get out of this whole thing when you brought it up before."

Elana reached out, rubbing her hands across Amy's shoulders. She could see the swirling pattern of the tattoo that covered them, resplendent in reds and blues and golds, but more than this, the contact between the two women was intimate and close. Slowly, Elana's hands descended, stroking Amy's body as they moved to cup her breasts. Elana felt Amy shiver, desire running through her as well. Gently, the long-haired woman poked a finger through each of the rings that now pierced Amy's nipples.

"So..." She whispered. "Before we're forced to perform for everyone else... how about we have some fun ourselves? We're both a bit strained, so let's go easy, but it may be fun to explore ourselves a bit more... ah, directly. How about it? I can show you how these piercings of yours can be used to tease your breasts a little bit."

"Elana..." Amy sighed. "You're incorrigible."

"I didn't hear a no." Elana said.

"That's because I didn't say no." Amy said with a smirk. "But we do need to sleep soon if we're to have energy for tomorrow, so let's make it fast, okay?"

It wasn't quite as fast as Amy might have liked. But the two women definitely enjoyed the rest of their night together.