Page 3 of Idée Fixe
“I have fun.” Frowning, I take another sip of my drink and I should probably stop. Getting drunk at midday really isn’t the most adult thing I could do.
“Oh you do?” Looking at me with wide eyes, she continues. “Tell me the last time you went to a club?” I look up to the ceiling. “Or dinner or drinks at my place or-”
“Ok, I get it…” I cover her mouth with my hand. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” I smile even though I don’t want to. “Things just got on top and… You won’t hear a pin drop.” I zip my lips with my thumb and forefinger and throw the invisible key behind me. “I promise.”
Nudging me with her elbow she smirks. “You select the fetishes that you like or are interested in trying and your caretaker supports you with that.” On the form there is a top ten list of most popular, then a list for most unusual. One for extreme, one of soft and a mix of others.
“So let’s set yours up.”
“Ok…” This is completely new for me, so I don’t know what I need to do. “Help me fill it out?”
We go through the entire form and fill all my personal details out. Name, age, height, all sorts of things. The form goes completely in depth. We even have to upload a picture for the form. Then, on the final page, it comes to the kinks I’m interested in trying.
“I don’t know Sienna.” I stand up. “This is weird, all this for a party in a warehouse, in the middle of a forest?”
“Will you stop being a pussy!” Her laugh echoes through the living room. Like the cackle of a witch.
“Fine!” I yell back with the attitude of a petulant child because even though she’s right I don’t need to be called out like that. “What do you suggest?”
“Let’s just go for, primal play, knife play, degradation-“
“Whoa, whoa… Knife play? Primal Play?”
“Yeah, like all those slasher movies you love so much. You can even request him to wear that costume from that film.” She clicks her fingers, trying to remember my favourite movie. “The one where the boyfriend and his best friend try to murder that girl. But there’s like some super gay undertones with them?”
“Stab?”
“That’s it!” Clapping her hands she points to me. “We can get him to wear that costume.”
“No I’m fine…”
“Degradation?” I chuckle.
Because what the fuck.
“Oh come on… being called daddy’s little cum slut… please, that’s hot.” She flicks her wrist, dismissing me. “Some praise maybe, a mask, and y’know what?” She smirks. “Throw in some cum play and anal.”
“Are you trying to live out your fantasy or mine?” I’ve never thought about trying any of this. I read about it and sure, the books I read turn me on. But surely there’s no way people likethis in real life. Not to kink shame at all, but I can’t see how being chased with a knife is a turn on.
“Cairo, there’s no guarantee you’ll even be chosen to play. A few of my friends have been five times and neither of them have ever had time with a caretaker.” She shrugs. “The amount of people that attend these things and the amount of crazy kinks that are out there… Just think of it as letting your hair down for once.” Tucking my hair behind my ear, she smiles sadly. “Let’s just have fun, ok?”
“Ok.” I give her my best smile.
“Awesome. And who knows, maybe we can find someone there to fuck you like an animal?”
With that, I drop down to the couch and we both start cackling like witches as I submit it.
“We got another one.”
My co-creator of Idée Fixe says as he slides the folder onto my desk. I’m too busy to look inside as I’m currently hacking into one of the most prolific banks in New York, by placing a worm in the system.
“Great,” I mumble.
“Deckard.”
That’s not my real name, I don’t share that. Even though we have been best friends for a while now, I’ve always just gone by my hacker name and left it as that.
“Fuck’s sake.” The laptop snaps closed, and I just about manage to get my fingers out on time.
