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“Well, we could talk about fantasies.”

“Fantasies?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “What gets your rocks off? We’ve never really talked about that.”

My inhibitions are gone. I want to live in this exact moment forever. “You’ll laugh.”

“No, I swear I won’t.” He holds his hand up. “I’ll share if you share.”

Maybe it’s because of the alcohol, I don’t know. I’veliterallynever talked to anyone about this before. “I want to…take care of someone, you know?”

“Take care of them how?”

“Be of service to them.” My face heats, but I don’t even care anymore. “Like be their slave. Not do disgusting things, but… Like when you took my shoes off for me. Like…” I don’t know how to explain it.

“Like how you take care of me and Susa?”

“Yeah!” I nod. “Exactly! The chores, be…available to her.”

“Available how?”

“You know.” More heat floods my cheeks. “Sexually. Be under her control.”

“Her Mistress to your slave?”

“Yeah.” He’s not laughing at me, so I stumble forward through this. “Being put over her lap and spanked if I displease her.”

Carter leans in. “Being made to kneel for her to please her?”

My cock is now rock-hard and twitches at that mental image. That’s actually one of my hottest fantasies. “Yeah. Stuff like that.”

“Discipline and service, then. What about bondage?”

“Like ropes?”

“Maybe. Or being made to wear her cuffs and collar like her good boy.”

“Oh,yeah…” I reach down and squeeze my cock through my briefs.

“Must be making you horny,” he says as he grabs his laptop.

“Yeah.”

He pulls up a browser window and calls up a website, quickly browsing to what he wants, then showing me.

It’s a porn site, of course. But this particular video…

Holy shit!

It’s literally something out of one of my darkest fantasies. He full-screens it so I can see it more easily. A woman in a corset and short skirt is sitting in a chair while a naked guy kneels on the floor in front of her.

He’s wearing a leather collar, leather wrist and ankle cuffs…

And nothing else.

He’s giving her a foot rub, and she’s holding what looks like a rattan cane in her hand, resting across her lap. Pretty soon, she starts making him kneel in different positions, occasionally smacking him with the cane if he does something wrong.

Without considering the ramifications, I shove my briefs down and start stroking my cock. Everything else fades away—even Carter’s presence right there on the other side of the bed—as I drop into the fantasy.