Such a Good Girl

Kink is part of what allowed me to heal, so this experience was going to be more than just fun. It was going to change my life.

All photos are from and of the author.

Amy and I cuddled up on the couch underneath the electric blanket. Teacups littered the side table. My cuddle partner wore a beanie covering her head of long, brown hair. Ah, Chicago winters.

Amy and I were relatively new friends. I had met her at a pumpkin carving a few months back, and we connected immediately. I found her presence welcoming, as well as her long legs and silky hair that swung about her face. I had wanted to kiss her soft lips the first time we went out for tacos but chickened out. I was too intimidated by her beauty.

On that chilly afternoon, as we snuggled together, our conversation fluttered from one topic to the next, until we slid into kink, our mutual intoxication with being in “subspace,” that feeling we both enjoyed of no longer being in control—of being impeccably cared for—and our pleasure (and chosen pain) being a priority.

We discussed the difficulty of finding good, educated Doms. A play partner of mine had recently moved away, and I was looking for someone local now, and it had been a struggle. She was in the same boat. We bemoaned the scads of toddler kinksters in our app inboxes who said they were kinky, but they blathered on about wanting a threesome when you asked for specifics. 

We laughed about the men who said they’d like to try tying us up. Amy said, “We just want them to grab us.” She then lunged towards me and wrapped her hand around my throat. Her face was a mere breath away from mine. “And tell us to be a good girl,” she said, looking straight into my eyes. I laughed, stunned. She laughed triumphantly as she settled back into her seat.

For the next thirty minutes, I felt electricity race through my body. The buzz didn’t stop even though we finished our conversation on non-kinky topics. We both left my house at the same time, hugged tightly, and yelled from our respective cars that we should do this again, only sexier. 

A few hours later, a text came from her, telling me that I really brought out her Domme side. She wondered if I’d like to explore that with her. I felt the electricity return and responded, “Yes, please!”