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"Interviewing for a New Slave"
    (c) December 2000 by Kindly Uncle Larry


Background

He had lived with his female partner, Beth, for more than a year,
and they had established a good relationship.  She was a
submissive female, and loved to have him dominate her.  She was
obedient and very affectionate, and her training had involved
little more than verbal direction and guidance as to how he
wanted her to respond.  She had only required a couple of
spankings to learn her place and now she eagerly served her new
master.  Intellectually she was his equal.  They had already
collaborated on several short stories and were talking about
doing a book together.

She liked light bondage as a prelude to sex, but was not turned
on by any kind of 'hard' physical control. Sometimes they did
role-playing and simulated rapes, but it was understood that
anything that caused real pain was not permitted.  That was
usually all right, since she was always ready to experiment with
new ways for them to please each other and increase their mutual
pleasure.

Sometimes, though, he had the urge for rougher sex and domination
'exercises'.  He knew that Beth would be very unhappy if he were
to really cause her pain or humiliation and, to tell the truth,
he couldn't see doing that to her.  He really needed someone with
a true 'slave' mentality - one who liked firmer discipline and
who could maybe also serve as a mutual 'plaything' for some new
games with Beth.

He asked her about it, and she admitted to being a little
'bi-curious' as well as a little turned on by the idea of another
female for the household.  They both agreed that the successful
candidate would have to be a special kind of female, and together
they drew up a list of qualifications and expectations.

They agreed that candidates would have to be truly willing to be
a slave on a full-time basis within the household - no occasional
visitors or part-timers. Drug use would automatically disqualify
a candidate; as of course would the existence of any social
diseases.

Candidates would have to undergo clinical testing at their
expense to verify their qualifications.  He would also run a
credit check and background investigation on any of the
candidates who made it through the preliminary screening.  When
they had the requirements done to their satisfaction, they posted
them on several newsgroups and waited for responses.

He and Beth agreed that the first interview would be purely
verbal, with each of the participants getting a chance to meet
and interact socially.  They had prepared a short set of
background questions, but the real goal of the first interview
was to see if the candidates were physically and socially
acceptable.

So far, they had actually interviewed five candidates and had
rejected the first four.

One talked constantly about her aura observed that she needed to
meditate for several hours a day to stay in tune with her inner
self.  Rejected as too self- centered and weird.

Another talked only about how much she truly loved pain and
eagerly showed off a really formidable set of scars that covered
her breasts, hips and pubic area. She had the point of view that
perfect slave master would provide 24 hours a day of pain and
suffering, and said that she usually kept a gag in her mouth
because she liked to scream when badly burned or cut. She was WAY
too eager to get badly hurt.

The third had been totally burnt out by a succession of former
masters to the extent that there was almost nothing of her
personality left.  She expressed no desires, needs or opinions
and seemed content to do whatever was asked of her by anybody at
any time. When she left the house, they both agreed that they had
never met a more depressing person.  At one point, she had
actually said that she wouldn't mind if she never woke up after a
'hard' S&M session.  They rejected her, although for some reason
he had kept her address and phone number.

A fourth was rejected because she had shown up half drunk and
went to the bathroom several times during the interview,
presumably to reinforce her buzz.  She was attractive and
personable, but was put on the 'maybe' list to be called for a
retry if nobody else desirable applied.

A fifth candidate had done well.  Physically, she was about 5'4",
with short blonde hair (bleached, according to his sub), a
pleasant smile and a nice little body.  Her legs and bottom were
definitely her strong points, and she accented them with a nice
short skirt that fitted closely across her ass.  Several times he
found himself looking at her legs, and once she caught him and
gave him a little smile while she answered his question about her
academic background. She had completed some college but was not
really interested in academics, she said.

When questioned about her experience as a slave, she said that
she had only served one master, but that he had been too cruel
for her to stay with him.  He had kept her shut up inside his
apartment when she was not working, and forbid her to talk to her
friends or family.  He took all her money and she said that he
had abused her sexually with "objects".  One weekend, he brought
some male friends home and after they all got drunk told her to
give them all blowjobs.  When she refused, he beat her severely
and threw her out. That had been a year ago, and she was just now
recovering.

He pressed her about why she would still want to be a slave after
that, and she replied that she loved pleasing a master and
actually liked some of the physical pain, since it turned her on
sexually.  She said that she knew she was meant to be a slave,
but that she had not yet found the right master.

She said that she didn't want any kind of group scene, but rather
the kind of permanent 'family' relationship that our ad had
described.  She admitted to having a couple of sexual experiences
with other females while in college and remarked that she had
enjoyed them. While she was saying this she looked directly at
Beth and smiled, just the way she had when she had caught him
looking at her legs.

After she left they both agreed that she was well worth a closer
look, although that night in bed (after some really great sex)
Bath's final remark of the night had been "But I bet she's not a
real blonde". He had forgotten about the candidate during their
lovemaking, but apparently Beth had not.

The next day he called her and asked if she would like to come
back for a weekend.  He made it clear that, if they all agreed,
they might commence with the first phase of her training and that
she would have the right to leave at any time.  He also would
give her a 'safe word' to use if the physical demands got to be
too much for her.  She agreed to come the following Friday night.

They chatted for a few more minutes, and then he said, "You know,
you really turn me on".  She said, "I know. I saw you looking at
me.  So did Beth.  You both made me so wet I played with myself
for hours last night, thinking of what we could do together.  I
think I really want to be your slave".  He assured her that she
was very desirable and that he was eager to see her on Friday. 
When he hung up, he could see Beth looking at his crotch,
noticing his hard-on.  "Wow," he said, "She is really eager". 
"Apparently she's not the only one", she said as she came over
and grabbed his cock.  This woman was already turning them on.


Introductions

Friday finally came, and she was at the door at 7pm promptly. 
She was wearing a blue knit skirt and a soft white cotton sweater
that made her look even younger than her reported age of
twenty-five.  He took her overnight bag and coat to the spare
bedroom and the three of them sat down on the couch with her in
between them.  Beth got some wine, and for a few minutes they
made small talk about the weather and the amazing progress of the
local football team in making the Super Bowl playoffs.  She was a
fan, and appeared to know quite a bit about the team and football
in general.  That was the product, she said, of growing up in a
house with three brothers.

At last he said "We're really glad you came, but I think that
before we go any further we should have a serious discussion
about our expectations and your role here.  What do you think?" 
She agreed, and he said "Let me start with what I want in a
slave, and then we'll answer any questions you might have."


Role of the Slave

"I want a full-time slave whose sole desire in life is to please
me.  I do not want blind obedience in avoidance of physical pain,
or unquestioning servitude as self-punishment for low
self-esteem.  I want you to actively want to please me because
that is what makes you the happiest - knowing that your master is
pleased with you."

"Sometimes I enjoy physical domination through bondage and the
application of pain.  I want you to clearly understand that.  You
will be expected to suffer for no reason other than I wish it to
be so and that your pain and suffering will please me.  I do not
care if it pleases or displeases you.  After the trial period,
during which you will have a safe word to stop me, you will have
no control over anything I wish to inflict on you.  You will have
to suffer it.  I will not ever stop you if you wish to pack up
and leave, but while in this house you will be subject to my
total domination.  If you leave, you will not be permitted to
return".

"You will at all times address me as Master, and my female as
Mistress.  Be clear that only I command you. Your mistress only
commands by my leave, in the event I am not here.  Do you
understand so far?"

"Yes, master," she said. "Do you have any questions so far?" "No,
master," she said. "You have a job?" he asked.

"Yes, master.  I work at the Naval Base for one of the
contractors as an electronics technician."

"Do you understand that you will have to turn over your pay to me
and that you will only have as much spending money as I give you?
 Also, I will choose your clothing and hair style so that they
please me."

"Yes, master.  I would be pleased if you would dress me as you
like, and I will turn over my pay to you gladly."

"Good.  Now I want to make your position in this house very
clear.  You will be a slave; obedient to my commands and the
commands of your mistress at all times.  You will be expected, if
commanded, to fix and serve meals, clean and do any other chores
that your mistress or I wish you to do.  If I require you to
crawl around the house for the first month, you will do so.  If I
wish you to sit in the bathtub while I urinate in your mouth, you
will do so.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, master", she said softly.

"You are an attractive female and I am sure you will have a
sexually active life here.  You will do anything we ask of you,
immediately and willingly, in the bedroom or anywhere else. 
Understand that I will never command you to have sexual relations
with anyone other than your master or mistress.  Do you
understand?"


The Master

I could see Beth looking intently at our candidate and to her
credit she turned and looked directly at my sub and said "Yes. I
find you both very attractive."

"Turn around ", I said to the candidate, and I slapped her hard
in the face when she did so.  She looked at me, shocked.

"I do not care whether you find us attractive or not. Your are to
be a slave here and your opinion of anything has no importance to
me.  Also, never forget to call me master and never look either
your mistress or me directly in the eyes unless told to do so. 
Do you understand?"

"Yes, master, please forgive me," she responded. Tears were
running down her cheeks.

"Stop crying," I said. "I wanted to make it clear that you are
not our equal.  If you do well, you will be treated well.  If you
forget who you are, you will be reminded."

"If you have any questions ask them.  Otherwise we will commence
your training for the weekend.  You understand that I also have
to punish you for your lack of proper respect just now?"

"Yes, master," she said, "I have no questions and I would like to
begin my training now.  I do not wish to have a safe word.  I
trust you.  Please punish me as you wish.  I am truly sorry I
acted disrespectfully."

"Good.  You have a proper attitude for a slave.  Stand up, take
off your shoes and walk forward to the coffee table, then turn
around and face us".  She did so. When she got up off the couch
her skirt slid up and exposed her legs all the way up to her
lacey pink panties.  I was aroused after I had slapped her, and
now I could feel myself getting harder by the second.

She faced us, and I told her to take off her skirt and sweater. 
She blushed, then stripped down to bra (also frilly pink lace)
and panties.  Her skin was flawless and creamy smooth, her
breasts full and tightly held within the bra.  I have this thing
for cutting off bras to let the breasts loose, and I could hardly
restrain myself from getting right at them.  However, I was
really trying to act the part of the hard-ass Master of
Discipline, so I decided to keep my hands to myself for as long
as I could.

To give myself some recovery time, I ordered her to serve some
more wine to her mistress and to refill my glass as well.  As she
bent over to serve her mistress, I could see her panties were
soaked.  I guess I wasn't the only one enjoying this.  As she
bent over to serve me I looked at Beth and I could see she
noticed the panties as well.  She looked at me and winked, and it
was all I could do to keep a straight face.  I sensed that she
was getting a little aroused too.

While she was refilling my glass, I looked at her body.  To be
perfect, she could stand to lose a few pounds across the middle.
She clearly was not an exercise freak, but overall she was sexy
as hell standing there in bra and panties.  She returned to her
position in front of us, eyes downcast as was proper for a good
slave.  She was almost catlike in the way she moved, and I said
to her "I have decided that your slave name will be Kitten".  She
nodded and said, "Thank you, master, I am honored".

"Mistress, do you like my new slave?" I said.  She said she did. 
"Would you help me train her?" I asked. Beth looked at me
inquiringly but answered yes.  I could see her take in her breath
and look at the slave.


Beth

I knew that eventually the question of my relationship with the
slave would come up, and apparently our master was going to
resolve it now.  He told me to stand up and then had the new
slave come over and stand in front of me.  I was about 3" taller
than Kitten, and have never really had any sexual contact with
another female.  But there she was, and I have to admit she
looked damned attractive in bra and panties.

"Mistress," our master said, "I would like Kitten to undress you
and play with you as I direct.  I sense that both of you are
hesitant about each other and I wish to make sure we are all
clear about how this works.  I will never force you to accept
Kitten sexually if you do not wish to, but I need to know how you
feel about her.  If you accept sex with her, I want her to know
what you like and to be ready to please you, or me, or both of us
whenever commanded. Do you wish to continue to be a part of her
training?"

"Yes", I said, hesitantly, "but please don't be offended if I ask
you to have her stop at some point. I've never done this before. 
I really find her attractive, and of course I want to please you,
but I'm really nervous."

"I understand", our master said.  "Just relax, and I'll have her
start by undressing you".

"Kitten," he said, "take off your mistress' clothing".

Kitten came over to me and slowly removed my sweater. I raised my
arms to help, and as she raised her eyes to take the sweater from
me I looked into her eyes. She looked at me briefly and then
averted her gaze as our master had instructed, but I could sense
that she was really turned on.  She licked her lips and blushed
some more as she slipped my skirt down my legs.  I stepped out of
it and she picked it up and placed it on the coffee table with my
sweater.

I was still in bra and panties.  I could see her hesitate, and
our master said "All of her clothing, Kitten".  She stepped back
to me and reached around to unfasten my bra, then took it off. 
She looked at my breasts, and I could almost feel her getting
more aroused.  She knelt down to pull my panties off.  I stepped
out of them and then she put the bra and panties on the table
too.

"Sit on the edge of the sofa" our master instructed me, "and lean
your head back."  I did so.  I have never been so nervous, not
even my first time with a man.  Kitten stood in front of me,
hands to her side, and I could see the dark patch of her pubic
hair through her panties.  I KNEW she wasn't a real blonde, I
felt like saying, but at the same time I knew that I was every
bit as wet.  Our master had shaved me so that I had no pubic
hair, and I could see Kitten looking between my legs at my
softest, most vulnerable spot.

Unconsciously, I moved my legs apart.  Maybe my mind wasn't sure,
but apparently my body had no doubts what it wanted.

"Take off the rest of your clothes and kneel before your
mistress" our master said, and Kitten stepped forward and
unsnapped her bra, dropping it on the floor.  She pulled down her
panties, stepped out of them and kneeled.  Our master said "Now,
lean forward, place your hands on her thighs, and use your mouth
to arouse your mistress.  Do it well, little one.  Please her."

She leaned forward as instructed, and began by licking the inside
of my thighs.  Her hands wandered up and down my legs and her
mouth got closer and closer to where I needed her to be.  At this
point there was no question in my mind about having her arouse
me. I began to think what it would be like to do the same to her,
starting at the top with those incredibly firm breasts and
working my way down to her passion soaked cunt.

Finally she put her tongue into me, and I could feel something
hard rubbing me as well as the softness of her tongue.  I looked
down, and she looked up at me. With a smile, she stuck her tongue
way out while she was licking me.  I could see she had her tongue
pierced, and there was a metal object through it.  The feeling of
soft tongue and hard metal sliding across my cunt is impossible
to describe, but it was definitely doing the job.  I could feel
myself getting intensely aroused, and I began to moan and thrust
my cunt forward into her mouth as she licked harder and harder.

"Does she please you?" I could hear our master asking from what
seemed far away.

"Oh yes", I answered, "I'm getting close.  God this is great!"

"Good" he answered.  "Keep at it Kitten.  I'm going to see how
well you can concentrate on your job".

I could see him take off his belt and come over to us. Kitten's
eyes got wide, and for a second her licking hesitated, but then
she resumed even more furiously to lick and caress me.  I could
see she was afraid, and I reached down to stroke her head and
reassure her.  She looked up and I smiled, and that seemed to
settle her down.  Our master can be firm at times, but he would
never really hurt her.

He began to slap her across her beautiful little bottom, lightly
at first and then more firmly as he built up a rhythm.  He struck
her hard several times to see if she would be distracted, but to
her credit she followed her instructions and continued to drive
me to a climax. He finished by walking behind her and striking
her directly between her legs, on her cunt, five times with his
belt.  Kitten whimpered a little but gamely kept on.

Out master took off his clothes and knelt down behind Kitten.  He
had a firm hard-on, and as he moved forward Kitten sensed his
need and moved her legs apart to take him from behind.  As he
slid his cock into her she let out a little moan and began to
move back and forth, fucking him while she was bringing me to
climax with her mouth.


Kitten

I could hear him when he took off his clothes.  I was sore from
the whipping but it turned me on more than it hurt me.  I was
surprised when he punished me, but I realized it was part of my
training.  I must be ready to take any punishment if it pleased
him, and I resolved to do so eagerly in the future.

I was soaked from the sex with my new mistress (in my mind I had
already joined the family).  I knew she had never had sex with
another female before, but I could sense she loved what I was
doing to her.  She looked so good and tasted so clean and warm
that I could have continued to please her forever.  If she never
wanted to lick or play with me it would still be all right. I
longed to touch myself and come with her.

As our master knelt behind me I prayed that he wouldn't wait any
longer.  I moved my legs apart as a kind of gentle hint.  I could
feel him come up behind me and place his hands on my hips and
slowly guide himself into and I felt like the world was wrapped
up with us - a universe of three, with the heat and wetness and
friction being the only real language of the universe.

By now we were all groaning with pleasure.  I slid my hands under
my mistress' hips and lifted her cunt up toward my mouth as I
continued to lick her.  Whenever the metal part of my tongue
rolled around her clit she moaned even louder.  I was afraid of
hurting her or I would have done it even harder, but I wanted to
talk to her about the sensations first.

Talk, however, was impossible.  I was sliding forward and back on
my master's cock, and I could feel him getting close.  I tried
hard to use my tongue and my cunt to bring them both to climax at
the same time. All I remember is feeling him grab my ass hard
while I clamped my hips together tightly around his cock and at
the same time slamming my mouth forward into my mistress' soft
smooth cunt as she came to a final, shuddering, screaming climax.
 She gripped me tightly between her thighs and pushed her pussy
at me as hard as she could, and I could hear her moaning.  I
swear I could feel her juices flowing into my mouth as she came.

At the same time (or close to it - it was REALLY hard to think at
this stage) my master shoved his cock forward one last time and I
could feel him as he ejaculated again and again into my cunt. I
could hear him grunting like some primitive, lusting male animal
as he took me.  I felt totally one with both of them. All I
remember of the next few minutes is a crescendo of passion and
lust; the softness of her cunt, the hard thrusting of his cock,
the way his hands gripped me so hard, and the sweaty, juicy
female taste of my mistress.

Finally, it was over.  I remember still kneeling on the floor
with my head in my mistress' lap while she stroked my hair.  My
master had gotten up and sat on the couch next to my mistress. 
My body felt totally relaxed, and I could feel the sweat falling
from my breasts and the juices of my master dripping from my cunt
and flowing slowly down my leg.  It was a moment frozen in time. 
To this day I can still recall all of those feelings as clearly
as they were then. I was totally theirs to do with as they
wished.


The Master

Wow.  Being with both of them at the same time had really turned
me on.  I hadn't lasted very long after I slid into her, but we
all seemed to have gotten off at about the same time so I guess
everything went all right.  Frankly, I was too exhausted to
really care at that point.  I hadn't felt so primitive a feeling
toward a female in a long time, and I was anxious to get Kitten
into a bondage situation as soon as I was able to do anything but
sit on the couch and breathe heavily.

We sent her to get some more wine and some towels while we
discussed her performance.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I loved it", she said, "and I could see she turned you on.  When
she comes back, though, you should really ask her to suck you
clean."

I hadn't thought of that, and for a second I was curious why she
mentioned it, but Kitten came back then and we turned our
attention to her.  She positively glowed as she came back and sat
in front of us on the floor.

She handed us our towels and poured some wine for the three of
us.  We sat and sipped wordlessly for a few minutes, cooling off
and (in my case at least) regaining a little strength.  She was
even more attractive now that I had been intimate with her, but I
was aware at that point of the differences between Kitten and her
mistress.

Kitten was a toy, pretty and compliant - eager to please her
master and well equipped to do so.  On reflection, though, I had
not felt any real closeness to her, even while passionately
making love to her.  I began to really appreciate what I had in
Beth.  We had grown close not just from sex but also from a
mutual appreciation of each other's strengths and failings. Our
relationship had a depth I knew I would never get with Kitten.

I reached over and brought Beth over to kiss me, while Kitten
pretended to become very interested in her wine.  I think Beth
sensed what I was feeling because she turned around on the couch
and put her legs up on it, lying across my lap facing me.  I
could feel her breasts pressing into my chest as we kissed
deeply.

"Don't forget Kitten's next assignment" she whispered in my ear. 
I couldn't understand why she felt it so important, but I told
Kitten that I had decided that she had done well and could
continue to please us. I told her to begin by licking my cock
clean.

As soon as she put my cock in her mouth, I understood clearly
what Beth had meant.  The metal piece in her tongue was shaped
like a miniature barbell, with the shaft through her tongue about
2/3 of the way back.  I hadn't noticed it before, but I sure as
hell noticed it now.  She sucked and stroked my cock with that
thing until I could once again feel myself getting hard.  At the
same time Beth was giving me deep kisses and pressing herself
against me, squirming around on the couch and getting hotter and
hotter.

I stroked her breasts, softly at first then harder. My hand moved
down her body to her cunt where I found that little Kitten had
gotten there before me, which explained the squirming.  She
already had at least two fingers inside Beth's cunt and was
stroking her hand back and forth rapidly.  She stopped for a
second as my hand touched hers, and I could feel Beth go still
too, waiting to see what I would do.  Since Beth obviously had no
objections, I just patted Kitten's hand and moved mine back to
playing with Beth's breasts.  I did, however, make a mental note
to remind Kitten in the first bondage training session that she
was not to do that kind of thing without checking with me first. 
Somehow, though, this didn't seem like the time to bring that up.

Beth moved swiftly toward climax.  I could feel her body tensing
more and more, and I wondered how many fingers were at work
inside her little cunt.  She breathed harder and harder, gave a
convulsive thrust against the couch and came.  I could feel her
relax in my arms, letting out her breath slowly and grinning up
at me before she gave me a final kiss.  She rested her head on my
shoulder, and I could feel her trying to breathe more slowly as
she came back to earth.

All this time Kitten was still working on my cock, and I was back
to rock hard from the combination of her ministrations and
holding Beth while she climaxed.  I slowly disentangled myself
from Beth and told Kitten to stand up and go to the bedroom, look
in the nightstand, and bring back the KY jelly.  She obeyed
quickly, and left the room.

Beth knew what the KY was for.  I loved anal sex, and I had been
thinking about Kitten's little ass since I first saw it.  Beth
smiled at me and said, "You're going to break her in all the way,
aren't you?"

"She might as well get the full treatment." I said. "You like her
too, don't you?"

"Yes." Beth said. "I never knew how I'd feel about this, but I
can see where she could add a lot to our sexual activities.  I
guess I'm not scared anymore. Would you mind if I played with her
a little while you fuck her?"

Since I was obviously on a roll here, I said I would absolutely
welcome her active participation, as long as she remembered that
keeping me happy was her primary goal. Beth replied that she only
wanted to see what it would be like to play with Kitten sexually
the way Kitten had played with her, and that she would never put
anything ahead of making me happy.

Kitten came back with the lubricant, and I got her to turn around
in front of me and spread her legs so that I could get her ass
ready for me.  Her ass was beautiful.  If ever I saw one that
should be described as 'pert', she's got one.  I quickly lubed
her up, using first one finger then a second to get her little
hole primed for me.

I was still sitting on the edge of the couch, and I guided her
slowly back onto my cock.  She was nervous and tight, but the
combination of her weight and the liberal application of jelly, I
finally slid part of the way in.  Her hands were on my thighs as
she knelt down to mount me, as if she were afraid to take me all
the way in.  I reached around and put my hands on top of her
thighs, pushing her legs apart and pulling her down until my cock
slid solidly up into her ass.  She moaned slowly as I leaned back
on the couch.  I slid my hands up to grasp her breasts, while
Beth slid off the couch and went around to kneel in front of us.

Beth licked her cunt while I fucked her in the ass, and little
Kitten went wild.  I finally had to reach around and pin her arms
back against me.  She moved up and down on my cock and I could
see Beth's hands on kitten's knees, forcing her to open her pussy
to Beth's eager licking.

Kitten began groaning and moving her head back and forth while
she built up to her climax.  I could feel her ass tightening as
she came, and I thought briefly about seeing how long I could
prolong her passion.  My cock had ideas of its own, though, and I
started pushing into her hard. I remember burying my teeth in her
soft, white shoulder and pushing down while my cock jammed up
into her incredibly tight ass and my hands held her arms
immobile.  She was caught in the middle of all this, a victim of
my passions and helpless to move or stop my assault on her body.

She brought out feelings in me I that I thought I had forgotten. 
At last I climaxed, spurting forth into her softness and pulling
her back to my chest, groaning through my clenched teeth. She
came too, yelling and moaning.  I could feel her continuing for a
couple of more climaxes and I could see Beth licking her as she
came.

At last we broke apart. Kitten and I slid down from the couch and
all three of us sat on the floor and finished off the wine. 
Kitten went to get another bottle, and we drank it down too. 
Nobody said much.

I began to plan the activities for that night, beginning with
some bondage and discipline for Kitten. She had to know that she
had displeased me by touching Beth without permission.  Unbidden,
the memory of the candidate who wasn't sure she wanted to survive
an S&M session came back to me. I knew where her phone number
was.  I hadn't thrown it out, even though she was clearly
unsuitable for us.  Why did I still think of her?

Fortunately, Kitten and Beth came to get me at this point and we
went into the bedroom for some discipline, training, and good
old-fashioned sex. I thought that weekend was a high point in my
life, but that was before we went out camping together the next
weekend.

But that's another story.


                         -- The End --


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