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Michael was a patience man. Silk began reading. The first story was of a girl who met a man online. They met and decided to take things farther. The relationship was strictly Master and slave. They would met up a few times every week and play. He would give her tasks during the week as well that she would have to complete and write about them in an online journal that he could read but that was the extent of their relationship. They didn't talk during the week other then the tasks he assigned her and occasionally she would email him if she'd failed a task and he might email back his disapproval but that was it. They didn't see each other socially, their time was spent only as Master and slave. The next story was similar but the woman was married and cheating on her husband. She'd gotten into BDSM in college and liked it very much but life had steered her on another course later. After 15 years of marriage she felt stale and unloved so she began to flirt online and found sites dedicated to the lifestyle. Soon she hooked up with a Dom just as the girl in the first story did and they too were Master and slave. In this story however they were slowly developing their relationship into something more and she wanted to leave her husband for her Master. It all started out simple but they would email everyday and soon the relationship blossomed into something more. She was unhappy in her marriage to start and this Master offered what she felt she was missing. After Silk got the gist of that story, she moved on. She didn't want to know how it ended. The next story was of a interracial Master and slave who started off by meeting at a party for the lifestyle. They were hooked up by friends because both had a need. He needed a slave, and she a Master. Their relationship started out slow, at first she would spend a few days a week like the first girl but slowly it became more. As indian they fell in love they deepened their relationship. When Silk left off, they were living together and their relationship was 24/7 but they lived normal lives. As Silk left off, he'd asked her to marry him and she had said yes. Silk liked this story very much and even briefly thought that someday that might be her and Michael. The next story was a type of the lifestyle Silk wasn't familiar with. She gathered it had something to do with some books that she had seen as suggested reading for BDSM but hadn't read yet. The books were called Gor or something and their type was called Gorean. Silk didn't much care for this type as it seemed to her the gift of submission wasn't a gift but more an expected right. While some of the stuff turned her on, the dynamics offended her. She didn't have to read very far to know she didn't want this. Michael had taught her that her submission was a gift, not to be given lightly. In Gorean it seemed to Silk that it was an expected right of the Dom and one that wasn't respected either. No thanks thought Silk as he moved on. The last story on the tabs was of a married couple who found BDSM online and decided to explore it. The pressure surged through me. Her lips sealed around my dick's tip. Taken aback, he shifted his weight off of her and sat back on the couch, waiting on what was to come next with some trepidation. Guys don't understand, guys are cock oriented, but the ladies, oh yeah, we like the thrills but we're not so much cunt oriented as we're ovary conscious, I mean we enjoy the fun but why are we interracial here? Our tongues went wild, dancing, teasing. Anyway, it was all a blur until Robin yelled very loudly, “STOP!” We all stopped. C’mon, now.” Jill came out of the dining room and sat on the other side of me. She put her arms around me, just silently hugging me. Again, it felt nice that she was there. My mother. I felt so dirty when he came in me. I SAID ON YOUR KNEES BITCH!" “Don’t be silly,” Jessica told her. I did and she spread my legs, then began to trim the hair around my pussy. Just relax. And her jiggling tits under her shirt. “Stand still,” she said and began to wash me, starting from my shoulders and working down. When did I go from virgin cheerleader to alley slut? We’ve also seen parties emerge that are more specific by catering to different lifestyle expressions. Even though the day was over and the week had only begun, he already felt tired. You on hormones?" Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and tops on and we all left. “No.” “Yes,” I said, unable to vocalize my mix of shock, nostalgia, and excitement. I thought to myself, Damn I’m a lucky boss. “Fucking loser.” Nelson snickered, only to be grabbed by the shoulder by the smaller Logan. Jace could see long slimy indian trails leading from parts of his body to her hanging between the two. I woke up in the morning to find her looking at me and wanting more.I immediately pulled her and kissed her and she have me a nice blowjob and had a shower sex in the morning.