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numbers in his head and then frowned. The daily take was down significantly in the week since he’d signed onto the venture. What the fuck? Maybe it was just a fluke—a temporary lull. It was the first week of the month, after all. Maybe folks were too busy paying their rents and mortgages to buy a porn membership. He’d give it another week before he leaped to any conclusions.
    Though Jessie had grudgingly agreed to Eric’s terms to keep him from blowing the whistle on her, she hadn't done much to disguise how pissed off she was. He had a feeling she wasn’t going to just roll over and accept the situation without a fight. She reminded him of a caged tiger, flicking her tail at him, ready to bite his head off the second she got the chance.
    Eric clicked on Jessie’s website from his favorites toolbar and watched her home page load on the screen. There it was—this week’s new video. He’d spied on her while she was filming, and he had to admit she was seriously hot in action, doing things he’d only fantasized about doing himself.
    For the shoot she wore a black leather corset, the stays drawn tight, cinching in her long, slender waist and forcing her breasts close and high, offered up like ripe peaches on a plate. Her hips flared nicely and that ass was just made for spanking. How he would love to smack the sass right out of the little bitch. He’d use his hand, savoring the feel of her skin heating as it reddened, the flesh jiggling with each hard smack. He’d spank her until she cried. Then he’d fuck her, forcing her up on her hands and knees so he could enter her doggie style. He’d slam into her cunt, using her hips to pull her hard onto his shaft.
    As he watched Jessie whipping that poor loser in the video, the image shifted in his mind. He became the one with the whip, and Jessie was the one on the floor, naked and sweating, thanking her master for giving her what she deserved. Man, wouldn’t that be sweet?
    The idea of overpowering and controlling a strong, fiery woman had always appealed to Eric. It was one reason he’d never been interested in Jessie before. He had no interest in passive women. He wanted a woman who struggled and fought—a woman it took power and force to subdue.
    When the guy on the screen started jerking off at his mistress’s feet, Eric closed out of the site, wrinkling his nose with distaste. The creep better not have gotten any of his spunk on Eric’s carpet.
    Still aroused from thoughts of Jessie as his slave girl, Eric clicked his personal favorite, a BDSM site called S&M Trainers that purported to train real slave girls, following their journey into total obedience and submission from week to week.
    The camera work was head and shoulders above the amateur videos Jessie offered her viewing public. With the professional lighting and sound system, and the close-ups of the girls from all angles, it felt as if you were right there in the room with them. It was the only porn site he actually paid for, and it was worth every cent.
    Two men, who called themselves Maestro and Sir Stephen, took normal, sedate secretary types, much like the persona Jessie projected at the office, and turned them into submissive, sex-crazed sluts who would endure ever-increasing levels of pain and humiliation to get the orgasms they became conditioned to crave.
    Eric was pleased to see there was an update on slave Julia, a delicious little redhead who’d been sent by a displeased dominant lover to get the training she needed to serve him better. Eric was aware these were just actors making a buck, but this particular site managed to make everything seem so authentic, from the settings to the tears streaking down the slave girls’ faces to the welts crisscrossing their asses and thighs.
    The video opened with Julia, naked and on her knees on the concrete floor in what looked like a basement, with a bucket beside her and a large sponge in her hand. Her face was smudged with dirt and her long golden