“Color?” Zachariah asked in my ear.
“Yellow,” I answered quietly.
“That’s a start,” he said, a smile in his voice. Then, turning to the two, he began to talk about some TV show that was popular. I didn’t entirely follow along, but as they talked, I noticed that they really were like normal. There were no demands. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Watching them, my nerves slowly loosened. My shoulders dropped and my hands weren’t so sweaty.
“So, Avidya,” Kenna said, calling my attention to her. Apparently, she saw that I was starting to relax. “Have you found any hobbies yet?”
“No,” I answered. “I’ve been busy with other things lately.”
“Oh? And what would that be?” Zachariah asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Keeping you,” I joked lightly.
“That is a full-time job,” he agreed before pressing a kiss to my head. “I need to use the restroom, excuse me for a moment.”
I sat up, letting him get up and head towards where the bathrooms were.
“Is everything going okay between the two of you? I know Zach mentioned that Travis needs to not blast your lives to everyone,” Kenna stated, shooting a look towards Travis. He simply shrugged in response. I didn’t want to know what happened in that conversation if the widened eyes of my brother had anything to go by.
“Yeah, I think so,” I answered.
“I heard you reached subspace, though,” she hinted. “Not often for a newbie to reach that so quickly. Of course, every sub is completely different. I haven’t achieved it, but I never tried either.”
“Have you, Travis?” I asked before my brain could stop my thoughts from coming out.
“Once or twice,” he shrugged. “It’s more of a high feeling for me but afterward, I drop fast. That is not something I enjoy. It’s not something for everyone to experience.”
“His trust is hard to earn,” Kenna said. “As it should be. Not many submissives can reach it. You are lucky to have such a caring Dom, though.”
I gave out a small smile, feeling awkward and proud at the same time. I did understand that subspace was as much of a challenge on the sub as on the Dom. The Dom had to watch for any reaction, and so far, Zachariah had been careful to not let it happen again.
“If you are ever curious, we’d scene for you sometime,” Kenna said.
“Uh…” I trailed off, not expecting that. I wasn't even sure I’d be able to watch that as it was.
“When you are ready,” Kenna repeated. “It’d be a bit better than seeing anything that goes on here. Plus, I like using my playroom at home.”
“It’s a nice one,” Travis said, his voice almost dreamlike.
“Sorry, he’s a bit worked up this week,” Kenna smiled.
“That’s your fault,” Travis grumbled out as Zach returned to the table.
“You know you hold the power,” Kenna said, giving Travis a look that spoke volumes. It was a secret code between the two. “You don’t have to hold out. You could easily take care of the problem if you wanted to.”
“I could,” Travis agreed. “But I know how much better it will be if I follow your words. It always is.”
“How did you know you were into this?” I asked after a moment.
“I grew up with open minded parents. They watched porn weekly,” Kenna said, not blushing once as she spoke the words. “You could call them hippies. They were extremely free spirited. A bit too much sometimes. So, I pretty much knew this lifestyle since I was a kid. I knew more than I ever really wanted to.”
“I never liked to take orders, so I knew I was a Domme right away once I found the correct term to use,” she explained. “I could be a sub, but I prefer to take care of needs. I love that Travis caters to my own needs, but I enjoy taking care of him. I like being able to help carry his stress and worry.”
“She knew I needed a hand, and she found me,” Travis said. “I may have fought against my own desires for a while.”
“I think I fought against your charm first,” Kenna laughed out.
