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he hesitated. I smirked, already anticipating the embarrassment. “I, uh, found a site last night,” he admitted, cheeks tinged pink. “Since I knew we’d be passing through Nevada…” “What’s it called?” William asked, barely containing a laugh. Alexandra exhaled hard. “Hellhoundslair dot com.” William snorted. “Let me guess—operated from someone’s mom’s basement?” That got me. I burst into laughter. When William looked back at me, I faked a coughing fit to cover it up.

I just hadn’t known it yet. And everything in my head, my body, my heart, all the things that’d changed…none of that had anything to do with biochemistry, werewolf or human. It was all me. One particularly miserable night, around three A.M. when bad ideas took on a new, irresistible shine, I’d gone to the website of that adult store where I’d bought the cuffs, navigating to their dildo section. They had large ones and small ones, pink and purple and black, curved and straight, thin and thick.

"Not buying it. Or better yet, I think we aren't the correct mash-up." "Answer me this much." At least for now. "What is it that you want out of this sort of relationship? Why are you doing this?" "Honest answer, or the bull you'd like to hear?" "The hell does that even mean?" "It means..." Standing up, she walked around the coffee table and kneeled at my feet. Motherfuck, I was hard as steel within seconds. Throbbing behind the zipper of my dress pants. "That I'll do whatever it takes to secure my future, but play the role of a mistress. The purpose of that website is not to find a prostitute, Mr. Parker. Large cities have alleyways and certain roads for that."

Cross could feel the growing damp spot on his clothes and he wanted to explore the place that was currently leaking all over him. He walked her over to the couch and dropped her unceremoniously. She squeaked again as her body bounced on the cushions. "That dress doesn't cover anything. Take it off." He demanded while he stared down at her. She pulled the dress over her head, she also shook her braids free of the ponytail she had been wearing. She sat there naked before him, her large breasts sagged slightly and her pussy had a low patch of dark curly hair protecting it from his lecherous gaze. He wanted to take a closer look. He fell to his knees in front of her.

Gio shook his head "I want them collared all the time for now. So I think I agree precious metal for daytime and lace for bedtime." Cherry handed him a business card with the store's info on the front and a couple of different websites written on the back. "Those sites should help. The top one has actual articles for creating better Dominants and training submissives. The second concentrate on the BDSM stories and a lot of them are about Master/submissive tales that should not only help you learn about the lifestyle but inspire you as well. Now let's look at some Collars and other stuff I think you might like for training your girls."

I smiled letting my lust sneak through. "Hold on," Timothy grinned. I was in trouble. "When I helped Cáel move in I saw he had a huge box full of women's clothes - not in his size. He's not a cross dresser." Gee - thanks Timothy, you right bastard. "What is a cross dresser?" Aya piped up. I groaned. "A cross dresser is a man who dresses up like a woman," Nikita provided. "A Drag Queen is a man who dresses up like a famous woman/actress/singer. A transvestite is a man who dresses like a woman because they want to be a woman."

Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my pussy throb just thinking about it. I stripped down to nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thin panties after my shower, my nipples already tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and opened my favorite p**n site. The glow from the screen lit up my dim room like a dirty secret. I didn’t waste time on vanilla crap tonight. My fingers flew across the keyboard: *step daddy fucks step son rough*. Thumbnails loaded, full of exactly what I needed—muscular older men with commanding bodies dominating eager younger guys, cocks buried deep, faces twisted in raw pleasure.

He stands looking at me waiting for an answer. "Office please Master," smiling at him I walk in as he walks off, opening the laptop I flick through things about the business. The only way I will truly learn is to look at the websites. Swallowing hard I click the first link and flick through everything is seems like a normal porn site. I assume, as I never went on one before I do the same with a few. Stopping I stare at the screen, the latest one I clicked is not like the others, it is clearly aimed at those in the BDSM lifestyle. I begin going through videos, my fingers stopping and eyes widening at the sight.

Wednesday afternoon while Tim is racing across town to meet Rhonda, Sharon is doing something she never imagined she would do; she's searching p**n sites on her computer. Using g****e, she types in 'blowjob instruction' and is surprised at how many hits she gets. Clicking through blogs, descriptions and videos, she's nearly overwhelmed by the amount of material.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.