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I like and
some parts I’m unsure of.”
    “It comes in layers, pet .” Scott
explained, leaning back on the chaise lounge and crossing his feet.
His swagger made Him undeniably attractive and Krista felt
compelled to do anything He would’ve asked her, though He hadn’t
made a single request. “It’s a wide spectrum and not a one size
fits all. Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of it.”
    “I think I’m into kink but not necessarily
BDSM as a whole,” Krista figured out, “is that normal?”
    “Very,” He answered and a knock on the door
signaled the champagne had arrived. The server was an Asian
submissive whose body was tied up in the karada method.
While Scott and the submissive made light conversation, Krista’s
eyes were glued on the intricate rope masterpiece. She wanted to
reach out and touch it but knew better. “For you, Master,” The
Asian beauty smiled and bowed at His feet.
    “Thank you, sani .” Scott petted her
hair. “BDSM isn’t for everyone,” Scott began after the submissive
left and he gave Krista a glass of champagne. “Some figure out very
quickly it’s not for them. Some realize they like certain parts but
not all. Some find their lifelong calling. Some just wanted some
kinky sex and that’s it.” He clinked glasses with her.
“Cheers.”
    “Cheers.” Krista took a swallow of the
champagne. It was fruity with notes of peach and raspberry and
quite crisp. She knew it was fancy based on how it tasted. She was
so used to the cheap-ass moscato she would get at the local liquor
store, she didn’t realize her palate desired more sophisticated
tastes.
    “You didn’t come in here to inquire more
about the Lifestyle, Krista.” Scott interrupted her thoughts, “you
came here tonight for a very specific reason. Do tell.”
    It was almost as if He’d read her mind. The
thought made Krista both curious and uneasy. “I thought I wanted to
find a Dom, and then I decided I wanted two. But I’m not too sure
about the other part of BDSM – the submitting and serving. I don’t
know if I can take orders from someone barking at me,” Scott raised
an eyebrow and Krista quickly retracted, “I mean, not saying that you bark orders but…”
    Scott held up a hand. “I know what you
meant. But true Doms don’t bark orders at anyone. We give direction
and guidance. Even those in a Master/slave dynamic can tell
you the same. They don’t bark orders to their slaves.”
    “Wait a minute…” Krista’s mind was spinning.
“…there’s a Master/slave dynamic and a Dominant/submissive
one?”
    “See?” Scott smiled, flashing perfectly
white teeth. “There’s more to BDSM than just what you read in your
romance novels.”
    Krista felt no bigger than the tip of her
pinky finger. All of the romance novels she’d been reading for the
past year or so led her to believe one thing when there was so much
more. “You must think I’m a fool.”
    “I think you’re brave, beautiful, and
courageous,” He added, “and quite delicious in your outfit.”
    Krista’s eyes widened and she took another
gulp of her champagne. Delicious. The way he’d said it with
his Southern accent, the word rolled off his tongue. She could hear
him talk all night long, specifically whispering dirty nothings in
her ear as He was on top of her.
    She felt silly that she finished the glass
and Scott quickly filled her up with another one. “I’ll see you’ll
get home safely. You’re not driving tonight.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Krista carefully sipped her
glass. A smile crept on her lips. She liked calling Him Sir.
    “You never did tell me why you’re here
tonight. You mentioned you wanted two Doms but you don’t want to
submit to anyone…” He paused and took a sip of champagne. “…in the
traditional sense.”
    Krista glanced over at Scott and saw the
smile in His eyes. He already knew what she wanted and was merely
waiting for her to just ask. Swallowing another gulp of liquid
courage, she decided to