Trying to keep things normal

She finally got dressed and I turned my head to not watch her putting her clothes on. I had to somehow compartmentalize this part of my life. She was still my best friend and I didn’t want this to bleed into our regular friendship. We were supposed to go get ice cream, do homework, and talk about boys without the first thing popping into my head being me pulling a plug out of her asshole. Not exactly easy, but every meaningful relationship involves at least some work.

I turned my head back when I could see she was fully dressed.

“Tell me this won’t change things between us.”

I guess she was thinking the same thing I was.

“It will only change if we let it. If you can leave it all here so can I.”

She walked up to me and hugged me again.

“So are you going to do research? Do you know where to look?”

Research? Oh, shit, I have to actually figure out what I’m doing. The after care didn’t seem too bad, at least comparatively speaking. The idea of purposely dominating my friend seemed almost scary. I had no idea the difference between too little and too much. I had to make sure she was happy so she’d never seek anyone else to try to take my place. I needed to make sure she was safe.

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I promise I take this very seriously.”

She let go of the hug and put all her toys away into a large box under her bed. As she went to push it back under she stopped and picked it back up.

“You take this. I don’t want it to cost you too much money.”

Money? Fuck. Was I supposed to get more stuff?

“Uh, thanks.”

She blushed.

“So tomorrow then?” I asked.

She smiled.

“Yes, I leave it entirely in your hands, my domme.”

She put emphasis on my title like it was a term of endearment.

I took the box and wasn’t sure what to do. I had come over with the intention of hanging out, but that seemed so weird after what we had just done. I was already letting this effect the way I saw her, even though I didn’t want to.

“Did you still want to chill?” I asked trying to remember the Andrea from yesterday.

“Sure. Gossip Girl?” Her voice told me she didn’t see anything weird happening.

“XOXO.” I responded as I always did when we watched.

We got on her bed and watched, I put the box on her nightstand. I ignored that she smelled like sweat and pussy and the scent was a lot stronger when we were so close. I probably paid more attention to the box than I did the show, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it. I knew there was a lot more than what I had already seen from the weight of it.

Eventually it got late and I don’t think either of us said a word the whole time other than a few laughs. As we got ready to say goodbye she wrapped me up in a big hug again.

“Thank you. Thank you for doing this for me, and thank you for caring so much.”

I returned the hug as hard as I could and she seemed to like being squeezed. For the first time I felt like I could say something without it feeling ****.

“I’d do anything for you. You’re my best friend.”

She smiled and sort of looked bratty, which she never did. I began to wonder more about her submissive persona. We let go and she offered me some parting advice.

“I won’t tell you what to do, since you’re in control, but in the past I’ve been sent instructions leading up to the act, like how to prepare, or how to dress, or whatever. We can do this anywhere, and I mean anywhere. It doesn’t have to just be in my or your room.”

She seemed to have a much higher appetite for risk than I did, but I guess I have to meet her where she is if I want this to work.

“I’ll send you a text an hour before with any… Uh… thing you need to do.”

“Anything you want me to do.” She corrected.

She often corrects me, mostly because she’s a lot smarter than me. However, now that I thought about it, if her collar was on and she tried to correct me, I guess I could punish her for it. I snickered to myself.

“Everything okay?” She asked looking ****.

“Everything’s perfect. I’ll be ready for tomorrow.”

We said goodbye and I went to my car, box in hand, excited and nervous to head home and figure out exactly what tomorrow held in store for us.