Amy and Elana, a Couple Who Like To Play with Submission

"So you see.... that's sort of how it happened." Elana said, fidgeting a little as she spoke.

"I don't believe it." Replied Amy,. The two women were sitting at the coffee shop, near the corner. There was a table between them, but neither of them seemed particularly distant from the other. Each of them had a drink sitting before them, and in the centre of the table. between them both, there lay a familiar looking rulebook.

Elana sighed, running a hand through her coppery red hair. It felt smooth to the touch, cascading down her back as she regarded the rulebook, and then her girlfriend. She wondered how best to spell it out, but found the words would not come easily. For the past three years, she'd been meaning to have this conversation. Now at last it was time, and all the plans she had made seemed to have vanished on her. She took a breath, **** herself to relax, and tried to lay it out again.

"This book." She said slowly. "It has some sort of power, I swear, Amy. What you write in it comes true so long as you do it in the form of a rule. I found it about three years ago, in this very shop. At first, I didn't believe it. I mean, who would? But I decided to try it out, and it worked. It really worked. So I decided to have some fun with it, and well, it may have gone a little far..."

Elana flushed at that. ''A little far'' was putting it mildly to say the least. She'd gone much further than she had expected to, especially when her own rules had backfired on her, and she'd ended up in a situation that could have been pretty bad if not for the intervention of Amy, the woman who was now her girlfriend. She looked up a moment, once more amazed that she had managed to secure such a partner. It seemed like not that long ago that she had been a quiet girl who'd never even dared to reach out to someone else, never been on a proper date or had a proper boyfriend or girlfriend. Now, she had someone she was seriously considering spending the rest of her life with. How things had changed.

Amy was sitting on the other side of the table, her deep blue eyes looking first at the book, and then to Elana. Probably wondering if her girlfriend had gone mad. Amy was of slim build, slightly shorter than average. She had pale skin, and a freckled face that made Elana's heart beast fast whenever she saw it. Her hair was cut short, and was red like Elana's own. Though, Amy had also used a bunch of colours and dyes to make it even more vivid, blending with the natural tone to achieve a less coppery look than Elana's own hair. Amy's ears were pierced, as well as the space above her right eye. She ran a tattoo and piercing saloon, and so considered herself a walking advertisement for her own wares at times. For this reason, she also had tattoos running across her back, and intertwining about her upper arms.

"I'm not sure..." Amy said slowly. "What you're saying is...well, it's insane, Elana. Simply insane. A book that can change the world? Rules you write in it come true? I don't know what to think."

Elana shrugged. She'd pretty much expected that reaction, if she was honest.

"Well, let me put it this way." She said. "How likely does it seem to you that the government would just suddenly mark out a random women and have her legally be able to be kidnapped and **** to have sex? Seems pretty off, right?"

"That is true..." Amy agreed, shifting slightly.

That had been the rule that Elana had made back when she first the rulebook. A shy submissive, Elana had never really gotten the chance to express herself properly, as she'd never even dared to try to find someone who was into the same things as her. As a result of that, when she had gotten the rulebook, she'd decided to enforce a rule that allowed her to be kidnapped and used. It had been fulfilling one of her deepest fantasies, and she'd enjoyed it, like, a lot. It had even resulted in her meeting Amy when one of her captors decided that she needed to be pierced for easier bondage. Eventually, though, it had gotten away from her and Elana had found herself facing a pretty bad situation. Luckily, Amy had been there, and acted to save her even though as far as she knew, the law said that everything was going exactly as it should. In doing that, Amy had earned Elana's trust, and after a while together, they'd both realised they shared something more.

"Well...." Elana said slowly. "If you don't believe me, we have the rulebook here, right? We can just test it. You've got a pencil, right?"

"Yeah, somewhere." Amy nodded. "Give me a second and I'll fish it out."

She worked her fingers into her pocket, carefully seeking for a moment before she brought it forth with a small cry of victory. Elana grinned, shaking her head slowly at her lover. The two women were not the sort of people who would usually have met, so Elana was in a weird position. While she had lost control of her living fantasy when she first used the book, and it had nearly cost her permanent enslavement and sexual humiliation and torment, it had also brought her face to face with the person who now meant more to her than anyone else in the world. Elana was a submissive, if that was not clear, and the truth was that some part of her had enjoyed almost everything that had happened. She still thought about it sometimes. Still wondered how far she would have gone if Amy had not been there. Sometimes, late at night, she woke up dreaming of what could have been...

Well, it didn't matter. She smiled, brushing a stray particle of dirt from her blouse. It was a nice green colour, with a flowing form that seemed to merge with her skirt of the same hue. Of the two of them, Elana liked to dress up more. It was her personal victory. For most of her life, she'd been shy, alone. Now, she was more confident, thanks to her experiences with the rulebook, and her time with Amy, so she liked to wear things that would draw the eye. Bright colours were nice, and she'd always enjoyed them. Now at last, she was bold enough to make them her own.

Amy was different. She was a practical woman, more often seen in jeans than a skirt, and who preferred tops with low cut arms or even no arms at all. She liked to show off her body, her tattoos and her piercings. She was proud of the work she did, and wanted everyone to know it.

Amy now held the pencil again the book. She looked like she felt slightly silly, but was willing to do it for her girlfriend.

"Well, babe? What do you want to write?" She asked.

"I don't know." Elana said. "Why don't you decide?"

Author's Note: Hello there, I am Talonias and I do not usually start my threads with an author's note. In this case however, I felt compelled to do so for one reason. As the opening would imply, this is something of a continuation of a previous story. Now, don't worry, you don't need to read that to get this, otherwise it would be on the same thread. This is a whole new tale. For those who are interested however, Elana's previous adventures can be found under the thread ''Elana, a shy nerd with a thing for submission.'' And it is fully completed. In case you want to check out any of my previous work, or anything that has been said about the past of these characters makes you want to know more. All right, that's me done. I will not be using an author's note again if I can help it, as I find they disturb the story. If you have any questions, I will happily communicate to you via comments, or you can just send me a message through my profile.