The Moment of Choice

"All right, then." Amy said, throwing her girlfriend a look. She wasn't much sure what Elana was trying to do at the moment, but she clearly was willing to play along for now, anyway. "Exactly how do I write? Like, format wise?"

"Oh, that's easy." Elana said. "You just have to start your suggestion with either ''old rule'' or ''new rule''. If it's a new rule, that means it just came into effect....people will remember when it wasn't the case, or may try to argue or change it. If old rule, that means it's something that's been happening for a while. Like for example, when I made my own change, I used the term ''old rule'' so not only was it okay to kidnap me, but also it had happened multiple times before even as soon as I finished writing the rule. I even started to remember it after a while. Crazy, right?"

"Something like that..." Amy murmured to herself. She hesitated for a moment, her pencil drawn and in her hand, then she looked at Elana for another moment, a wicked look crossed her face.

Old Rule: Women Called Elana are not allowed to wear a bra unless their partner gives them permission to do so.

Elana gasped even as she wrote it, feeling her bra vanish. One moment, it was pressed against her body, and the next it was gone, she flushed red, blushing slightly.

"Damn it, Amy!"

"Hey, you were the one who told me to try it..." Amy said. "So...so it worked?"

"Y-yeah." Elana nodded, trying to compose herself again. In truth. it didn't take too much. She'd been through a lot worse, but it still felt weird to be wearing a bra one moment and the next to have it just vanish on you. Added to that, Amy knew that she had a weakness for humiliation, and the feeling of being exposed was enough to make her squirm in her seat a little, even though she knew that no one really had realised what had happened. "It worked."

"Hmmm. I'm not sure it did." Amy said. "Why don't you show me?"

"Amy!" Elana hissed.

"What? You could be lying." Amy smiled at her even as she spoke, her voice was gentle, though her words were mocking. Elana shook her head, knowing that she was playing with her more than anything else.

Slowly, Elana turned her head. First left, and then right. Her heart was beating, but she could see that no one was watching them specifically. Then. like a shot, her hand reached up, taking hold of the bottom of her blouse and raising it up to expose her bare abdomen and chest. Elana felt the cold air brush against her breasts, only for a moment. Exposing her nipples and the piercings that Amy had given her when they had first met. Then, almost as quickly, she let the blouse drop back down her body.

"See?" She said. "And don't pretend I wasn't wearing one before. I saw you watching me dress this morning."

"Can I help it if you're too cute to ignore?" Amy teased her. "Still, you're right. I know you were wearing a bra before. So this thing... it actually works? I don't know if I can believe that."

"Want me to use it on you?" Elana half threatened. "Maybe panties would be a good thing to take away?Would that be fun, Amy?"

"Maybe." Amy agreed with a soft laugh. "But let's wait until we're back home before we have any sort of fun like that, okay?"

"Ugh, you're impossible." Elana threw her head back, but there was a smile on her face even so.

"So you say." Amy countered. "But it seems to me that the woman who is just a little horny has nothing on the woman who makes it so she can be kidnapped and fucked by anyone at any time."

"Fuck." Elana moaned, sinking slowly into her chair. "It sounds really bad when you say it like that. I just wanted to have a bit of fun... It's not my fault it got a little bit out of control..."

"A little bit?" Amy looked at her. "As I recall, you were made to walk naked from my shop, paraded up the street, then the crowd wrote on your naked body after you squirted right in front of all of them."

"Okay..." Elana flushed crimson. "Maybe a lot out of control..."

"Did you enjoy it though?"

"Maybe...just a little?" Elana replied, hesitantly. "Up until then, I'd never really done anything except, you know, masturbation and the like. For a first time sexual experience that was fucking wild, let me tell you. I mean, I was always into that sort of thing - you know that - but that day? That was the most intense of my life."

"I can imagine." Amy nodded with sympathy. Doubtless, she was recalling her own thoughts and feelings during that day. When they had first met, Amy had been nothing but a tattoo and piercing artist, and Elana had simply been another client - albeit, one brought in by someone else. It had been their interactions that day, as well as seeing Elana's fate which had made her reach out to the other women and help her. "So you did it all yourself?"

"Yeah." Elana nodded slowly. "Like I said, I was young and didn't really know what else to do. Ever since then, I've had this book in my bag or on my person at all times. Just to make sure. Never really used it again though. That day was really intense, and I didn't want a repeat."

"So why are you bringing it up now?"

Elana shifted uncomfortably. "Actually, there are a couple of reasons. I uh... well, we've been together for a few years now, right? And I didn't really like lying to you. I thought that...well, maybe that you deserved to learn the truth?"

"That's a fair point." Amy nodded. "But I am pretty sure there's an ''and'' coming up, isn't there?"

Elana pouted.

"Am I that predictable?"

"Only to me."

"Fine." The long haired woman sighed. "You're right. There's an ''and''. I sort of felt like, well, maybe we might use it again? Just to have some fun? Only this time more carefully? The book can do almost anything, you know. We could enjoy ourselves. We could be slaves or masters, or anything else. Change the world to be how we want it, just for a little while."

Elana looked up from the table. She'd been expecting Amy to refuse, or to argue, but instead the short haired woman actually seemed to be considering it.

"Maybe..." Amy said slowly. "If the right steps are taken. I can't believe I am even thinking about this, but you're right, Elana. The idea of the government just turning on a single young woman? That's crazy. I always thought something was up with that. The amount of power that took, if you're right, and I think you are, well..."

"I got in over my head before." Elana admitted. "But that was my own fault, at least a little. I should have made better safeties, you know? If we make sure to do it properly, we'll be totally safe. And it can let us experience things that we would never be able to do without it. You know that. You saw what....what I created... well, we could both do something like that."

"Be slaves, you mean?" Amy asked. Elana considered for a moment before she answered. Elana was a submissive, she loved to be teased or tormented. Humiliation made her all hot and wet, and this had played into their bedroom games before. Amy on the other hand was often dominant. She was firm, had a good concept of what she wanted to do, and liked to take positions of power.

"Maybe just a little?" Elana said. "I mean, ever since I was a girl, I always wanted to be used or kidnapped or blackmailed. It's just what got me going, you know? But since we got together, I sort of wanted to share the experience with you. Um, maybe it's sort of romantic, in a fucked up way?"

Amy shook her head.

"Can't say that I've ever really been much for that sort of thing myself. Or that side of it, anyway. Then again, can't say I ever tried it..."

"Please, Amy?" Elana said. "Please? I know it's not exactly the sort of thing that most couples do, but it'd mean a lot to me if we could...um, you know... do that sort of thing like...together... and maybe you'll like it? If you don't, I swear we'll stop."