Reflections

Thinking as quickly as she dared, and taking the new rules into account, Elana made her choice, writing down a small barrage of changes. She felt her blood dance quickly as she did, the thought of what she was creating made her smile a little, an edge of anticipation crept into her thoughts. She licked her lower lip as she finished up the rule, looking at it for a moment before nodding to herself. Was this what she really wanted? Was she really willing to do all of this again? The last time she'd done it, she'd come so very close to losing herself, but it had also been the most intense feeling of her life. Never again had she managed to experience something that felt so very real. She still sometimes woke up at night remembering that day, her pussy aching with the ghostly feelings that she had experienced then. She wanted to feel that way again, but more than that, she wanted to share that feeling with someone she cared about. Was it weird? Yes. absolutely. But at the same time, thanks to their own new rules, they could get out at any time, so why not...?

Yes, why not? Why not go all in? Why not really enjoy themselves? Her throat felt dry as she finished writing the new rule. Then, she took it in, staring at it for a long moment before she nodded to herself a second time, as if to confirm it.

It was later, and the two of them had returned to their home. Elana's changes were yet to take effect and for now, it was just Amy and Elana together. The couple lived in the same place, a flat above the tattoo and piercing parlour that Amy owned and ran. It was actually somewhat big, even though it had only one floor, and the two women had lived like this for the last year at least. At first, Elana had been unsure about it, but now, it was just home.

Below them, the tattoo parlour, a place for Amy to practice her wares, She was good at what she did and she knew it. She had a reputation, and employed several other artists as well as herself. Amy was good at tattoos, but better with piercings. This was made even more so by the rule that Elana had made when they had first met. Though at the time, she'd been thinking mostly of herself. The rule she'd made - that piercing healed much more quickly and were much less painful - effectively meant that Amy's customer base had been expanded, and so when she had wiped out the rules that she'd used during her first game with the rulebook, Elana had kept that one. It had worked out, and Amy was making good money. Elana herself was a secretary working for another bussiness in the same street, though this was not particularly at the forefront of her mind right now.

Elana was standing in the bathroom next to the bedroom she shared with Amy. It was small, but clean. A shower was set into the corner, and a bath to the side. A sink dominated the main section of the room, and behind it, there was a wall-length mirror that ran from the floor to the ceiling. At first, Elana had not liked it. But then, at first, she'd been so shy, so worried about her appearance. Now she was more confident. Knowing that her rules would trigger soon. Elana had come here for a moment, and was now regarding herself in the mirror.

The woman she saw staring back at her was...

Well, a smart, attractive young woman. Elana had a slim build, long legs and a lithe frame. Her hair was long, falling own to her back. It was coppery in colour, less vivid than Amy's, but still obviously red in hue. It was soft to the touch, and sometimes Amy liked to run her hands through it when they were in bed together. Elana didn't know for sure, but she suspected that Amy would have liked to have long hair one day. She didn't know what she felt about that, though. She tried picturing Amy was long hair, and found that she just couldn't. Amy with short hair was all she had ever known, and besides, she felt that her girlfriend was cuter that way, as much as Amy would probably not like being called cute.

Anyway, back to the mirror. On the surface, there was nothing particularly strange about Elana Richards. She was slim bodied, with a fine face, her eyes were a little wide for her own taste, but not so much that she really cared too much. Her legs were long and slender, her skin was pale, and freckled. Her eyes were vivid green, staring back at her from the glass. She was wearing a green blouse and skirt, nothing too fancy. She'd already kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks, so she stood barefoot, the coldness of the bathroom seeping into her soles.

She looked at herself, really looked at herself, for a long moment. Again, she wondered at what she had done. At what she had set in motion. She wanted to do it, had wanted to for a long time now. At last, she'd get to feel the power of the rulebook again, see the world altered according to her whim. Had she been right to rope Amy in? Maybe... it wasn't like she was single anymore, and could just go off and have sex at will. Well, she could have, obviously. The rulebook would have let her. But it felt wrong. So she'd decided to come clean, and then decided to try and get Amy in on it too. And it had worked. Now, her heart was beating faster as she imagined what was in store for both of them.

Slowly, Elana raised her arms, catching the fabric of the blouse in one hand as she drew it over her head, exposing her pale skin. Behind her, the bath was running, the sound intended to disguise any noise she might make now. She didn't know why she'd bothered. She was pretty sure she loved Amy, but this moment was for her alone.

Elana drew the green blouse up over her head, then let it fall to the floor in a pile at her side. The cold air pressed against the naked skin of her chest, making her breasts and nipples tingle with erotic anticipation. She drew a deep breath, breathing in the cold air, watching her mirror self duplicate her actions. Her gaze slowly turned to her own chest, surveying it and musing that, only a few years ago, she probably would have had a hard time doing something like this. Examining her body in such detail. She would have found flaws that didn't exist, or magnify things that didn't really matter.

Elana's chest was on the small side. Not so small that you could say it wasn't there, but certainly a bit less than average. Her breasts were well formed, the skin smooth, her nipples were a pinkish colour. Her eyes were drawn to the piercing that marked her them, the same piercings that Amy had given to her on the day that she had first met her. Elana had used the rulebook to create a world in which she alone could be kidnapped and abused within the rules of the law. A submissive, she'd always secretly fantasised about something like that, and her shyness meant that she had gone overboard now she could finally live it without fear of judgement or rejection. A man had captured her - or rather, been hired to - and taken her to Amy's in order to get pierced. At the time, it had all been legal, so Amy had had **** but to go along with it.

A soft moan escaped Elana's lips as her hands moved to her chest, her fingers trembling slightly as they ran the length of her breasts, brushing against her engorged nipples, now stiff with arousal. Fuck, her skin felt sensitive today. Probably the anticipation. Almost unbidden, Elana's fingers moved to the tip of her nipple, and gently pulled on the small ring which had been affixed to it via piercings. The motion brought her a wave of desire, her throat grew dry, and she shook her head.

Amy had given her three piercings that day at he command of the man. One for each of her breasts had been a small nipple ring that could be hooked into a chain, used to drag her by her breasts. Elana remembered the walk that had followed the action, as the man had used these piercings to **** her to follow him down the street - naked as the day she was born. She remembered how the crowd had gathered and stared at her, she remembered the feeling of their gaze, and the constant pressure on her exerted by the pull of the chain.

Elana had worn a bra this morning, but thanks to Amy, it was gone. She vaguely hoped that it was just back in her closet instead of being vanished into nothingness. The sound of running water disguised the moans that Elana made as she ran her hands over her body, pushing down against her lower chest and waist, she found the hem of her skirt, and started to dislodge it, feeling it slide sensuously down her legs. For a moment, she closed her eyes as she felt the skirt hit the ground, the cold air brushed against her inner legs, and her thighs, raising goosebumps across her lower body.

When she opened her eyes again, she was completely naked. Elana did not wear panties, for a very good reason. That reason being the third piercing that Amy had given her that day. The man who had brought her in had wanted to pierce her lower lips, and wanted to do so in as sensitive a place as possible. Amy had explained that clitoral hood piercing was probably the best way to go forward, but the man had decided to go one step further. That day, Elana had gotten a piercing for her clitoris itself, something that - before she made the rule about faster healing - probably would have taken months to recover from properly.

She looked down now, finding the metal ring nestled amongst her womanhood, pressed against her lower lips, already slightly damp. The ring was oversized intentionally, making it so that as she walked or ran, it could rub against her clitoris, apply weight and pressure, or catch in whatever she was wearing. The man who'd done it had intended it as a security measure, making running hard for a new ****. It had factored heavily in her ''walk of shame'' that had followed, as he made her walk naked with chains connected to her nipples and clitoris. The feeling of the constant pressure tugging between her legs had been more than enough to make her climax several times, squirting right in front of the whole crowd. The memory still made her flush, both with shame and arousal. The feeling of her clit ring was constant, a gentle rubbing against her lower self that amplified when she moved too quickly. Sometimes, she could get used to it so much that she barely felt it, other times, especially when she was aroused and already sensitive, it was impossible to ignore. Elana didn't wear panties often if she could help it. The fabric would press against the ring, stimulating her with each step. Sometimes, if she wanted to tease herself, she'd don them and run, or walk quickly, and would always be shaking at the hips and legs by the time that she was done.

Amy had offered to remove the ring, or to swap it for a smaller one, but Elana had refused. Some part of her liked having it. Like the constant feeling of gentle stimulation that came from moving with it. Liked the feeling of...well, submission to it. It aroused her a lot to think that she still had it even after so long, just like with her nipple rings. She could have gotten rid of them , but she had decided not to.

She wondered if she would regret that choice soon...

Well, maybe not regret.

Elana gasped suddenly as an arm closed around her waist. She felt someone press up against her naked back, her skin prickling as their breath played against it. A finger gently toyed with her nipple ring, while another softly stroked her breast, making her squirm. Amy pressed her body right into Elana's back, and whispered in her ear.

"Sorry, babe. I finished up a little early and figured you might want some company? You okay with that?"

Elana broke apart from her partner and turned, the naked woman facing the fully clothed one. She smirked.

"Sure." She said. "But you seem a bit overdressed for this, don't you?"

"Oh don't worry about that." Amy said, already stripping off her shirt. "I'm working on it."

Amy and Elana had a lot fun in the bathroom that night.

Eventually, they even made it to the bath.