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I find it hard to tear my eyes from the photo of Red . Her body is in peak physical form, toned and defined, likely from some combination of Pilates or yoga. Her breasts fill out the thin fabric of the pink lace bra, the delicate material clinging to her curves. A hint of red hair is visible at the top of the cropped photo, but what truly captivates me are the tiny red freckles scattered along her chest and stomach. My mind drifts, imagining the feel of those freckles beneath my tongue before tracing the blade of my knife along her soft skin.

My cock is painfully hard beneath the thin fabric of my shorts, the image of her body fueling my desire. I shake my head, forcing myself to focus. I didn’t start this company just to perv on women—though it’s certainly not a downside. Clearing my throat, I click out of the photo, leaning back on the couch where I sit in nothing but sleep shorts.

Without overthinking it, I snap a quick photo of myself from the chest down, the muscles of my torso and the bulge in my shorts clearly visible. I attach it to my response, the thrill of the game making my blood pulse with excitement.

Well, Red… you certainly have my attention, as you can see.

I, of course, can help you. But something tells me you need more than just to simply have an orgasm. You can do that yourself. No, you need something more… something darker. And I am happy to walk you through your deepest, darkest fantasies to see if we can accommodate them.

I pause, considering my next move. I want to draw her in, make her think deeply about what she truly desires.

Let’s start with a simple question. Are you submissive?

I don’t bother asking if she’s a Domme—I already know the answer. In fact, I have a pretty good idea of how she’ll respond, but I want her to really think about it, to begin confronting the layers of her own desires. My cock twitches again, excitement buzzing through my veins. I haven’t felt this alive about a potential client, in I can’t remember how long.

No. I have no desire to be a slave to someone.

She responds quickly, eliciting a chuckle from me as I sit up to reply. “Oh, my sweet girl,” I mutter with a smile.

Being submissive has nothing to do with being a ‘slave.’ Do you enjoy the man, or your partner, taking charge? Do you want him to be in control of your orgasm? To be in control of the scene?

Submissives enjoy not having to think or take charge. They rely on their Dom to do the heavy lifting, so to speak, and to tell them what to do. That’s why it’s always necessary to have safe words in place—just in case the sub doesn’t like something or feels uncomfortable or threatened.

I pause for a moment, considering how far to push her. The thought of guiding her through this exploration sends another jolt of desire straight to my cock, now straining painfully against my shorts.

Let me ask you some other questions. Let me know if any of the following pique your interest or if you’d like to explore them further. These are all pretty common kinks:

*Bondage

*Edge Play

*Degradation

*Rape play or CNC (Consensual Non-Consent)

*Spanking

*Sadism or Masochism

I think that’s a good start. Take your time and think about those. I also encourage you to do your own research on kinks you might be interested in trying. My goal is to give you the best experience possible.

As I hit Send , my cock leaks in my shorts, the idea that Red could be interested in any of these kinks igniting a fire within me that’s hard to control. The anticipation of what she might say next, of the possibility that she could share my darker desires, excites me more than I thought it would.

I lean back, the thought of what’s to come making it nearly impossible to resist the urge to seek relief. But I hold back, savoring the tension, letting it build—just like I plan to do with her.