Amy Turns the Tables (Captive Princess Route)

Amy sat and thought about it for what seemed like an eternity. Elana felt her heart beating a slow tempo, her blood racing as she sat at the table, trying to pretend like she didn't care about the answer. She wondered, not for the first time, if she was truly crazy to consider doing such things a second time when the first time had nearly gotten so far away from her. How easy it would have been to lose herself and forget all about everything else! It was so easy to lose control, and she knew just how hard it could be to regain when you did.

But, at the same time, that was exactly why she felt pulled to try again. The loss of control, the sense of helplessness, the knowledge that you had been reduced, body and soul, into a tool to serve someone else, and your own opinion was absolutely meaningless? It had some strange, dark draw for the red-head. Ever since she'd been aware of her own sexuality, the idea of being used like that had turned her on. It was equally terrifying and exhilarating to know your fate was in the hands of another. Even to this day, years after she had last used the rulebook, Elana sometimes woke up sweating, the sheets of the bed sticking to her naked skin, the last echoes of her dreams burning in her mind and her loins.

Maybe that was why she had brought this to Amy. Because she wanted to experience that sort of thing again. Because she had wanted to test herself, to see how she measured up to the person she had been before. Maybe it was simply that the experience - as terrifying as it had been - had been also intensely person, and she wanted to share it with someone she cared for. She didn't know the specifics herself, if she were honest. She just knew that it mattered to her, and she hoped that Amy would see the same thing.

Slowly, the other woman looked to her. Amy's eyes were shrewd and calculating, stealing the breathe from Elana's lungs.

"You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you, 'Lana?" She said, after a moment.

"A lot of thought." Elana said.

"I'll make you a deal." Amy said. "Give me the book, and let me do something for us both. Let me make the choice, and Ill agree to live out a fantasy with you that we'll both enjoy. But, you don't get a say in it."

Elana felt a tingle pass through her body, glancing towards Amy warily.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'll make the choices and the rules." Amy cocked her head to the side, a cute little gesture usually, but her eyes were burning now in a way that made Elana shiver. Amy got like this sometimes, especially in the bed room, One of the reasons that Elana loved her so was because she was naturally stubborn and dominant. Now, that was coming out like never before.

"That's what you like, right?" Amy went on slowly, her voice almost hypnotic. "That's what you enjoyed last time. You made yourself the toy of anyone who happened to kidnap you. The first time we had sex right after I finished getting you ready for your master, remember?"

Elana nodded, giggling a little.

"Y-yeah. I remember that. Pretty well, actually."

"So you like to give up control." Amy said. "We both know that already. Here's my offer. Give up control to me, give me the rulebook, and I promise that afterwards, we'll live out one of your fantasies, and you can do the same with me. Fair is fair, right? You want to see if I have a submissive side... Well, I sort of want to see what I could do with that rulebook."

Elana hesitated. Her heart was thundering, and she could hear part of herself saying that this was a bad idea. On the other hand, it was Amy, someone she loved and trusted, and point of fact, someone who had literally saved her during her last use of the rulebook. The idea of surrendering the power and control of it made her feel strange inside. She gulped, trying to swallow down a sudden dryness in the mouth.

"Do you not trust me?" Amy said, looking a little hurt. Elana felt her heart leap.

"It's not that..." She said slowly. "I just... I mean...what you're asking isn't what I wanted..."

"But it does tempt you, right?" Amy asked. "You're excited, just like you are when we play games in bed. When you let me tie you up, or when you surrender control to someone else. Look, if you don't want to give the rulebook to me, I understand. But I want to try out my own fantasies too. You had your chance, isn't it only fair that I get mine? It'll be just another game between us, and afterwards, we can do what you want too. Besides, aren't you excited to see what I would come up with?"

Elana bit her lip, lust raged inside of her, heating her skin and making her face flush. She could hear the thunder of blood in her ears as she tried to think. Did she trust Amy? The answer came back almost at once, yes, absolutely. And the idea that she was floating had some appeal as well...

"All right." Elana said. "I trust you, Amy. I love you. If you wanna have some fun with the book, I guess I can't really begrudge you since that's the first thing I did as well."

Elana took a deep breathe, and pushed the book across the table towards her girlfriend. Amy smiled at her, and the Elana couldn't help but smile back. She felt anxious, and a little nervy, but the presence of her girlfriend helped to calm her.

"Thanks." Amy said. "I mean it, 'Lana. I know this sort of thing is hard to give up. Um... I promise to make sure we both have fun, okay?"

"Okay." Elana said. "I trust you, Amy."

"I'd hope so, after everything we've done together." Amy chuckled. "I'd be a terrible girlfriend if you didn't. All right, I am going to make my rule now. Are you ready?"

Wordlessly, Elana nodded.

Amy bent down and began to write. A moment later, Elana felt a very strange sensation, as though the world were shifting around her. It was as if the world she knew were a train heading down a single track, when all of a sudden, someone had flipped a switch, and the train had snarled into a turn, and was quite abruptly going in a totally different direction. She opened her mouth to ask what was happening, but a warm and welcoming darkness was spreading through her body. She took one last look at Amy, who gave her a silent, tight nod of reassurance, and then felt herself falling backwards into that blackness.

Her last thought was that she expected to fall from her chair and hit the floor.

But she didn't.

She just kept falling.