Hm...
Yeah, it's time for my story.
When I was like 13, I went with my mom and dad to my father's co-worker's/best friend's house to meet up with some of my dad's old pals we hadn't seen in ages. Now, one of the groups there was my dad's old friend (he has a lot of those), his wife, and their daughter my age- we'll call her Paige, as a placeholder name. Paige and I had never really gotten along at all, but looking back, every time we ever hung out (a pretty rare event, we were from different states), we spent all of the time we had plotting to fucking kill each other- yet each time I looked back and say that I hated her but I had such a fun time. It was weird. Anywho, the adults were all out on the big balcony/backyard/I don't know what to call it, chatting up a storm for literal hours on end. And that just left Paige and I inside the house with little to do besides watch a Jason Bourne movie that was on TV.
That is... until Paige found the host's cat toy. I don't remember why the cat wasn't there in the house, whether or not they got rid of it, or it died, or whatever, but there was a dog that was alone in a room and didn't feel like coming out that often, and then there was this cat toy- a little thing dangling from the end of a plastic stick.
I really wish I remembered why I got it in my head to start waving it in Paige's face, and I CERTAINLY wish I remembered why she started swatting at it like a cat. Petplay-AWAKENED.
And then that went on for a while, me toying endlessly with Cat-Paige. I'm pretty sure I started petting her head at one point... hm... And then we started some mock-hypnosis shit. I'd dangle the toy back and forth, she'd fall to the ground, I'd "give" her some basic-ass trigger, I'd "wake" her up, and it kept going. (I had already known about hypnosis and been kinda interested, but not as a fetish.) Neither of us really questioned it in the moment. Hypnosis-AWAKENED.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuntil I got a little into it and might've sort've grabbed her ass.
That one put everything the hell on hold.
We started talking about how we were both pathetic bitches who weren't going to lose their virginity (I... highly doubted even then that she wouldn't end up on a street corner or in a club at some point in her life) and just were kinda desperate to feel something like that.
The awkward truth or dare session that followed (Sub-fetish- A Game of Truth Or Dare: AWAKENED.) was my first kiss. As well as the most mentally stimulating "partner" I've ever had [spoiler= my love life sucks](my first real girlfriend had the personality, default facial expression, and thought process of a dead fish, and my second was just kinda nice and there and she broke up with me the night before my birthday; my love life sucks)[/spoiler], and I never even saw Paige again after I left that night.
I really invented a thread for the attention I'd hoped to receive off of this one story, didn't I?
Well, we'll see how this goes.
