Page 39 of Whirlwind

Eric had seen that with subs before. Society dictated that talking about kinks was embarrassing.

They often had this idea that submission meant accepting whatever a Dom wanted and weren’t prepared to be asked about their own interests. The more experienced subs could rattle off a list like they were ordering a fancy coffee.

“No, Micah, it’s a conversation. You’re doing just fine. It’s alright to feel a little overwhelmed. And I promise you that nothing you say will shock me. At the worst, we might not be interested in too many of the same things. I know a guy who gets off on vomit. Not my jam, but I don’t judge.”

It was his favorite kink to relay to new subs. It was pretty much guaranteed that whatever they wanted wasn’t that extreme. If their eyes ever lit up with desire at the thought, he’d know exactly where to direct them.

Micah responded just as he’d expected, though. A moment of shock, a flicker of disgust, and then laughter.

“Really? I mean, really, Sir?”

“Oh, I’m perfectly serious. It’s called emetophilia. In other words, it’s common enough that is has a name, which pretty much means it’s healthy and normal as long as the other person’s into it, too.”

He rubbed his hands soothingly along Micah’s thighs. “Now, what I’d really like to hear is what you’re into.”

Micah looked down. “Um…”

“Look at me when you talk.” He said it kindly, but it was a command nonetheless.

Micah jerked his head up, exactly as he’d hoped. He was eager to follow instructions and please his Dom.

Eric would be able to see every thought and reaction as they talked. Their lips were still so close that he could feel the sweet breath of every word as the boy spoke.

“Yes, Sir. I, um, well, I like it when you tell me what to do.”

Eric nodded encouragingly.

“And I think I’d like to be tied up. Like you said earlier.” The last part was almost a whisper, as though he didn’t quite dare to say it.

“Boy, I will definitely be tying you up.”

A shiver passed through Micah’s body, and his eyes blinked closed. He wasn’t trying to hide though. Eric couldn’t wait to learn about what he was envisioning.

He seemed to remember himself and opened his eyes. “I, um, I’m not sure about pain. I had someone spank me once and it was, like, really good.” He shuddered, remembering. “For anything more than that... I like the idea of it, but I’m not sure if it would be the same in reality.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me what you’re thinking. We’ll start slowly, and you can see what you think. I’d love to take a switch to that sexy ass of yours, but we’d work up to it, and stop if you didn’t like it. If it’s not for you, you won’t disappoint me.”

There he was again, talking about the future like they’d be planning more scenes together. For first-time subs, he usually stuck to spankings unless they already knew what they were looking for.

“I, um, guess that’s everything I can think of. I just like the idea of, you know, giving up control.”

Something else flashed in Micah’s eyes. With another sub, he might have let it go. There was plenty to work with here. But for some reason, with Micah he wanted to know.

“Any fantasies?”

Micah shrugged, but he was still holding back. “I don’t know. Just, regular submission stuff, I guess… Sir.”

“Submission is a huge category.” Apparently, this would take a guessing game. “When you think of giving up control, is it to someone in specific? Like an authority figure?”

“Like, role playing? Not really.”

“It could also be a situation. Being embarrassed or demeaned.”

“No. That sounds awful.”

“How about sex in public? Everybody watching you and wanting you?”

Micah’s eyes widened. “I didn’t really think about it that way. I guess so?”