The Primal's Kitten

Chapter Three

It was dark before we were done talking and I had spilled every bit of information that I had kept from her for the last 6 years. It was, a lot, but she took everything in stride, even explaining what certain kinks and things were to me, what part I might play in them.”Maybe you should come to the club with me this week, I don’t want you looking this stuff up on your own anymore, at least not without a bit of help. There’s some real weirdo’s out there who give the rest of us a bad name,” Alicia suggested and I just sort of blinked at her. Was that where she had been going every week when she told me it was a book club? Well s**t, I really was oblivious to a lot of things. I was gonna mess with her about it though, it was the perfect cover, and at this point, I felt like she deserved it for keeping all of this from me for so long. What a butthead! “You mean your book club?” I asked innocently enough, smiling at her. 

She hit me with a pillow, which made me laugh, at least my mug of cocoa was empty so I had nothing to spill. “Its not a book club, don’t be coy with me.” She huffed, which made me laugh harder, gods it was easy to mess with her sometimes, she got SO huffy. “Brat.” She grumbled and I sort of just blinked at her. “What did you call me!?” “You heard me, brat.” She shot back, now laughing herself at the indignant look on my face. “I am not!” I cried out, though it was just as I was done telling her this that I realized I sounded like a spoiled child. s**t, she got me again. I groaned, because of everything I read, being a brat wasn’t something to be proud of, and most people found them annoying. Great. “Oh come on, there’s plenty of men who like and even prefer brats. We make things interesting, make them work for the submission they want so badly.” Alicia grinned a little as she spoke as if she was comforting me, and she was if I was being honest. “So you mean, I won’t get kicked out because I’m a brat? They won’t all hate me?” I asked, worry evident in the tone of my voice and the way my lip trembled just a little. 

“Oh sweetness, they will love you. This is why I want you to stop reading that s**t you’ve always got open on your laptop, it’s not how things really are. How about you come with me to the discussion group on Wednesday night, and if you like it, we’ll both go to the munch on Saturday?” I swear to you I light up like a Christmas tree at the suggestion and the honesty with which she told me I was not wrong or bad. “Really? What should I wear? Do I need to call people anything special? How should I greet people?” I started firing the questions because I didn’t know exactly how these things worked. There were a few people who wrote blogs I had read and none of them went to any community events, giving one excuse or another, and now I had begun to wonder if those people kept themselves out for a reason.

“Wow, you really did read some bullshit huh girl? Ok, wear something comfortable, bring a sweater cause the building is old and drafty. No, you don’t need to be calling anyone anything except their name. Now, the name they give you may not be their real name, some have a scene name they use, never call them by this outside of community events unless they tell you to call them that all the time. Literally just say hi, you’ll be fine, I’ll introduce you to the whole group. They will love you, please stop stressing. Oh, we’re talking about primal play this week, just so you know.” I hid my face in the pillow from earlier, “Wow okay, you’re right I need to stop reading that garbage,” I said, almost meekly, feeling a little silly that I would believe so much bull. “Also, what’s primal play?” I asked, peeking up from my hiding spot.

“It’s when both a Dominant and a submissive go into a more animalistic headspace. There’s usually biting and clawing, growling,  sometimes fighting, though in the end the submissive always wants to submit, they just their Dominant, or Wolf, to prove they deserve it.” Alicia broke it down, simplifying it for me in the moment. I sort of just stared at her. “So...if I wanted to be chased down, would that be primal play?” I felt like an i***t asking, but I had to know, this was a lot of information, but if there was a name for it, maybe I wasn’t as weird as I thought I was. If other people were into these same things, maybe I didn’t really have anything to hide, at least not from Alicia. “Uh yeah, that’s definitely one of the things primals like to do, most anyway. The thrill of the hunt is, amazing, from either angle honestly.” Alicia was laughing again, unable to help herself, I imagine it was because of the look on my face again. I was always giving myself away, even when we were kids, I could never hide anything from her.

“What do you mean, from both angles?” I asked her, curious and yet I already had an idea of where she was going with this. “I mean, it’s fun to be both hunter and hunted. I’m sure you’ve come across the term ‘switch’ in your perving.”She said, smirking a little. Lord there were so many things I should have noticed, I’d have to start paying more attention to these sorts of things. “Yeah I’ve heard of it, so you like both roles. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, really, there were a few boys in school you were awful sweet to..” I teased her. “Yes, it means sometimes I like to submit and others I like to Dominante. It generally depends on the person, for me. Like, I could never be submissive to Gavin, it’s just not how we relate, but I could also never be Dominant to Jared.” That was her play partner, even though she and Gavin were polyamorous, Jared had a primary partner and the two decided it was better that they were something of friends with benefits. I just hadn’t known the benefits were that Jared set tasks and goals for her while they were together, and who knows what else. Alicia always left out the good bits.

“Dude it’s almost 8 and we haven’t had dinner, pizza?” She asked me, to which I nodded. “I’ll put cider in the freezer and find a movie while you order!” I called back, leaving her to do the part I hated, which she had done for me ever since high school. I had never thought of it, but she was good at this sort of thing. Hmm, I’d have to ask her about that, since it seemed like she had a much better handle on things than I did. Once the pizza arrived, we gorged ourselves on deep-dish, hard cider, and a really bad rom-com and then went to our separate rooms to sleep. Well in my case, it was more like lay in bed and think too much, because it had dawned on me as I curled into bed that tomorrow was Wednesday. I wasn’t sure if I should be nervous or excited so my overactive brain took the low road and decided on both. I fell asleep sometime around 3 am.