Page 57 of Leviticus
“Yes. And yellow is for slow down or pause. It’s a time when the scene will pause and the Dominant will check in with the submissive. There are other kinds of kink as well. Primal, riggers, littles, and more. There are also specific toys and experiences that someone can lean heavily to.”
“That was a lot of words I don’t understand,” she giggled. I reached out a hand and brushed a thumb over her cheek. I couldn’t help but laugh alongside her.
“Yeah, it is. But you asked, so I shall tell. I personally am a Dominant who enjoys more of the protocol driven Dom/sub dynamics. We’ve discussed that quite a bit. What of those other words would you like me to discuss first?” I asked, greatly enjoying this train of conversation.
“Well, I guess just tell me what each one is and I’ll decide if I want to know more. Is that okay?” she asked tentatively.
“That’s perfect. So, primal play focuses on raw feelings and actions. It sort of pulls on the more base and animalistic natures and urges of a person.”
“So they pretend to be predator and prey? Like a wolf and a rabbit or something?” she giggled, but I just nodded. Her eyes widened and her laughter stopped.
“It’s not always about specific animals. It’s more so about your base desires. There tends to be a lot of chasing, hair pulling, wrestling, or anything else that the parties enjoy. All kink is very specific to the individuals, so these are just basic descriptors and ideas, here,” I added.
“I don’t think that’s for me. Next,” she sighed, taking another nibble from the tray of food.
“A Rigger is someone who ties another person up, usually in the form of rope play. Rope bondage is a specific genre of kink and is highly erotic and artistic,” I described next.
“That sounds interesting, but a little scary. Being tied up like you’ve been captured?”
“Well, not exactly, though if that’s what the couple wanted, then sure. Often it’s a very cathartic form of art and kink in tandem. There is a form of rope called Shibari where the rope is tied around the bottom — er, the party who is being tied up — and the way the ropes and knots form creates these beautiful almost pictures over their skin. Sometimes they will even be lifted into the air by the rope. It’s quite beautiful.” I took a long drink of my water, watching as she digested that information. It would seem that rope was not a turnoff for her. How interesting.
“Can we come back to that one? Another time maybe?” she asked, her eyes still looking off in the distance like she was thinking about all the possibilities.
“Are you okay, Ruth?” I asked, wanting to make sure she felt comfortable continuing. Discussing kink could be a taxing conversation for anyone, but for a person who grew up in Zion? It was a whole other ordeal.
“Hmm? Oh, yes. Quite alright,” she answered. Even the firelight couldn’t conceal her blush.
“Interesting thoughts?” I teased, taking another sip of my water, mostly to cool myself down. Something about the way she blushed drove me wild, wanting to see her blush everywhere; to make her reddened in other ways entirely.
“If you only knew,” she said with a quirk of her eyebrow. The little minx was most definitely flirting with me.
“Oh, I’d like to, lovely one. You have no idea.” I fixed her with a look. Yes, a Dominant one, but just for a moment. Regardless, it had its intended effect. She quieted immediately, but not in a fear response. No, this was pure, unintended submission. Fucking beautiful.
“So, anyway,” I spoke, breaking the spell and continuing on ahead. “What was next? Oh, right, Littles. This is an interesting dynamic within the community. Especially since many don’t understand it. I will admit, I am one who doesn’t understand it fully. It’s not a kink for me, though, so that’s ok. I don’t need to fully understand it to respect it. Basically it focuses around two things. First, a person’s desire to vacate their adult responsibilities and demeanors for something more childlike and carefree. And second, a person’s need to care for another person.”
“I don’t think I understand,” she spoke slowly, thinking. “So, one person wants to be a baby?”
“Well, yes, but no. It comes down to a person wanting to get into the headspace of a child. No responsibilities, no stresses. Only joy and happiness. It’s a carefree way to step away from the adult world. Often, people will use it as a coping mechanism. And for the other person, they are able to care for someone in a way that brings them peace and fulfillment. For example, the little might enjoy watching cartoons and coloring while their Daddy — the person caring for them — brushes their hair. It can be many different things for many people,” I explained.
“I suppose that makes sense. But I don’t feel that desire,” she admitted.
“It’s not a desire for me either, it’s just important that we respect every form of safe and consensual kink.” She nodded her understanding.
“And the kink you enjoy most, if I am understanding correctly, is centered around service and protocol?”
“Yes, that’s correct. I’d love to hear your thoughts on what kink looks like to you, someday,” I willingly asked.
“Well,” she started, taking another sip of water. “Why don’t I tell you about it right now?”
She looked at me then, straight in the eyes, without an ounce of worry or hesitation. It made me yearn for her. This confident woman who was emerging and developing before me had me on pins and needles with anticipation and desire. I would never pressure her, but if she should choose… Christ, how I would love to show her.
“For me, what appeals most is the give and take,” she began, pulling my full attention to her words. “To give of myself, to serve another person and receive the praise I long for. But it’s deeper than that. I want to serve someone in ways that they truly enjoy and love. I want to make a meal and have it mean more than just good food. I want them to appreciate it deeply and see what it is underneath it all: a gift, a giving of one’s time and patience and skill. In return, yes, praise sounds lovely. Who doesn’t enjoy hearing they did a good job? But I want more. I want to know that if I give over in that way; in the way you described, that I would be cared for so completely I would never have to worry about anything for another day in my life. I long to have the kind of dynamic you speak of. And it’s not because it’s the dynamic you enjoy most, Levi. It’s truly not. You read my journals. This is a feeling I have had for years that I just didn’t understand, nor did I have a name for.” She barely stopped to take a breath, and I hung on her every word.
“I want it to be a true exchange. An exchange that goes both ways. I want to know that I am cared for, protected, and loved beyond measure. In exchange I would give of myself in ways that pleased my partner and filled me with joy. But I also would want my partner to know that I would fight for him, too. That I would be just as fiercely protective and loving of him. It would have to go both ways for me. No, I wouldn’t want to Dominate. But I would want… I want…I don’t know if I have the words past that.” She became shy then, unable to find words, but she didn’t need to find a single word more. I had heard her loud and clear and —
“Levi?” she asked, pulling me from my mental thoughts once more. “I need to say something.”
“What is it, lovely?” I asked, my own breath catching in my throat.
