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“Once upon a time, the big relationship fantasy was for me to be a total slave. Completely owned. No income, no bank account, and my closet locked so I couldn’t even access my clothes without someone unlocking it. Which doesn’t make sense because I’d be the one doing the laundry, right? Still, I wanted to completely belong to someone, and not just a full-time sex slave, but a full-time slave.Everything. Now that I can support myself, I’m not sure how the fantasy works with reality. I need to keep enough autonomy I’ll be okay if something happens to my Master, or if he decides we’re done and he kicks me out. How could I have a job and my own money and stillcompletelybelong to him? I’m not sure I could, so I don’t really know how it would work, but I won’t sign away my financial independence. Still, I want to totally belong to someone, even if it isn’t feasible.”

“Do you consider yourself a slave, submissive, service submissive, something else?”

“I think, with one master, I was his property, so I guess slave. With my next, probably service submissive more than slave, but I was still kind of his property? There was affection, but not love. It was more of an arrangement for him, and I knew that, so it was my fault I fell in love. He was tough, and harsh, but I still loved him.”

Someone brought our drinks, and I took a sip of mine and had to close my eyes, it was so good. I have some money in savings now, but I’m frugal with it so I don’t splurge for the kind of beer I like unless it’s areallyspecial occasion.

Will took a sip of his and gave me his answer. “I need someone in my life who is mine, who follows orders, and who helps make my life run. I have an assistant and a house manager who mostly handle the daily details, and that includes someone who deals with my laundry, but still, I need someone who considers himself either slave or service submissive. I prefer slave, but for the right person, service submissive could work. Someone who’ll get me a beer, blow me while I watch porn, maybe just lie across me with my balls in his mouth while I plot and plan some work. You need to know I’m bisexual, and I eventually want a man and woman in my life. Whether the two of you are platonic friends or become lovers doesn’t much matter to me, so long as the three of us can all sleep together at least sometimes. I haven’t met her yet, but if you and I work, you should know I’ll be fucking women when I’m out of town, looking for our third, but I won’t be fucking strange men anymore.”

“And if I don’t like the woman you choose?”

“Then we won’t work as a poly group, will we? I’ll be Master, but we’ll all have to like each other. It isn’t like I can order you to deal with it, right?”

“I don’t like women. I mean, not sexually.”

“But you can be friends with them, yes? I’ve always known the first person I chose would have to be my property, but the second? Maybe she’ll be submissive, or maybe we’ll both Top the other together. It’ll be easier to find our third, because it’ll be about personalities and not so much the power exchange dynamic.” He sat back. “Your turn. What do you want to know about me? Just remember, you’ll have to answer the same question.”

“Besides power exchange, what’s your biggest kink? Bondage? Sadism? Something else?”

“Oh, I like the power of beinginsidesomeone else. Especially my dick, but also my fist, as well as gags, butt plugs, penis plugs. Sometimes you’ll have my fingers in your mouth or even down your throat while I’m fucking your ass. And even when I’m not fucking you, you’ll wear a butt plug a whole helluva lot. I might put a string of large, heavy anal beads in you while we work out, and challenge you to hold them in. A reward if you can, an unpleasant consequence if you can’t. I’m also a fan of clamps — nipples, tongue, ballsack. Some slaves, I have fun caging their dick, others are more fun to leave free and only cage them when I’m displeased with them. We’ll have to figure out which you are, but expect to be fitted for a cock cage if you become mine, and a PA piercing eventually, so I can lock it on.”

My dick spasmed in my pants and I had to take a breath to try to deal with the raw, feral lust racing through my veins.

“Your turn,” he said. “What do you hope I want to do to you?”

“My first Master never warmed me up. Just fucked me right off the bat. Helikedthat it hurt. My second Master was huge. Like, coke-can thick. He spent a couple of minutes getting me ready most of the time, unless I’d displeased him, but it still hurt like fuck even with some prep. I guess that’s what does it for me — just bending me over and taking your pleasure without worry for mine. Also, when face to face, a hand around my throat gets me so hard…”

I looked down. It was important to be completely honest, and there was more. I met his gaze, and I saw kindness and excitement, rather than disgust. “Blow jobs where I can’t breathe much, too. My first Master used a lot of bondage, but my second Master ordered me where he wanted me and expected me to stay put. It’s a lot harder to put your hands and feet somewhere and keep them there than it is to be bound into position. Both are hot. One Master whipped me and caned me, the other was big on using soap as punishment — in my mouth or ass. Both are awful. He’d also squeeze my balls for five to twenty seconds, depending on how much trouble I was in. When he was really upset with me, he’d pull my balls down into the bottom of the sack and hold them there with one hand while he hit them with the other. I puked a few times, it hurt so bad.”

Of course, that was because we were in prison and he didn’t have a cane handy to beat me with, and his hand made too much noise spanking me.

“What did you do that required him to punish you?”

I sighed. “That’s kind of part ofmybig secret. I was stupid, and I guess gullible, and he was trying to teach me not to be.”

“Okay. I gotta tell you I expect obedience. There’ll be punishments while you’re learning what I like and don’t like, but once you settle in, I don’t expect there’ll be a whole lot. We’ll do maintenance on a schedule if you need it, and likely a boot camp type schedule for a week or more if you move in with me, and then once a year at my convenience, but a partner who misbehaves for attention doesn’t work for me.”

“I want to be good. That shouldn’t be a problem, Sir.”

“Okay, favorite music genre, favorite band, list of your favorite songs. Whichever of those works for you.”

“Oh, one of my foster brothers at the house I lived in most of high school played the guitar, and I’m a big fan of eighties songs with guitar riffs. He was kind of my first love, you know? So,Pour Some Sugar on Me, Sweet Child o’ Mine, Livin’ on a Prayer, Sweet Home Alabama, Welcome to the Jungle, Born to be Wild. He could play them all. I know most of those are metal songs, but that isn’t really my genre. When I go to The Diamond Club with Razor and Matty, they play songs I’ve mostly never heard before. I like some of them, but I don’t know what they are. I know someone who knows someone who plays for Mythic Beast, and I likeThem’s the Breaks. It speaks to me. What about you?”

“It’s earlier than I’d planned, but you mentioningThem’s the Breaks…” He shrugged. “It seems someone’s telling me it’s time to tell you my big secret, which will also answer the question. I didn’t lie when I told you my name.” He looked around, off to the side and a little behind him, and turned back to me. “My legal name is Will Bryant, and my friends call me Will, but my stage name is Lord Byron Wilsin. I wroteThem’s the Breaks. It’s my song. I’m the lead singer for Mythic Beast. The guy you keep eyeing behind us is one of my bodyguards. I told them I’d stay home today and didn’t need security, but then I found out my car was ready, and went to pick it up without telling anyone. I’m safe with the MC, so it should’ve been fine to pick it up, drive around, and go home, but then there was this adorable little slaveboy who caught my eye, and here we are.” He shrugged. “My assistant sent them and then texted me to let me know what she’d done.”

I sat back and stared at him. I wanted to be mad he hadn’t told me, but I couldn’t be. Could I? It wasn’t like he’d lied. Also, he’d let me know there was a secret, kind of.

Also, this explained the larger-than-life thing I got from him, and the sexiness, I supposed.

A server brought us our appetizers, and Will told him, “I’m tempted to order the Wagyu, but let’s go with the chef’s choice on which steak to prepare for us, and we’d both like them pink but not red, somewhere between medium and medium well. We want a potato side which can again be chef’s choice, and I’m in the mood for some savory mushrooms, whatever will work with the steak, and make that for both of us as well.” He looked at me. “Problem with any of that?”

I shook my head, unsure of how to address him, of what to say.

The server told him he’d bring us more beer, and then Will and I spent a few minutes tasting the appetizers. The peach deal was so amazingly good, I made a mental note to write down whatever it was called so I could look up the recipe.

But I was also thinking back to when he first arrived in the shop. “It makes sense, now. You expected me to recognize you. Is that why you asked me out? Because I didn’t?”

“It might be a small part of it, but I’d have asked you out either way. I admit it’s nice knowing you were attracted to me, to Will, and not to Lord Byron. People think they know Lord Byron, but he’s just a stage presence. I’m Will in my everyday life. It’s nice to shed the rockstar and just be me.”