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showing a face, only images and a profile of pouty lips gave an air of mystery to the fake woman. Coupled with a picture Angela’s sultry, almond-shaped eyes, beckoning them in, it was sure to grab the attention of any available catfish.
    Janeane was on her computer setting up both accounts. One on Plenty of Fish and one on the BDSM site called Sub Seeking Dom. She kept throwing out questions we needed to answer for the profile and the five of us answered them all as seductively as we could.
    “Oh, are you interested in being a slave?” Janeane chuckled.
    “What? What do they mean by slave?” I laughed.
    “You know, they tell you what to wear, what to eat, order you around in all aspects of your life, and have access to your body pretty much all the time.”
    “So it’s like a marriage but with more sex?” Kasey laughed.
    “I’ve read in some cases, they actually cage you for hours or even days,” Angela replied.
    “Like a dog cage?”
    “I guess. I haven’t seen one.”
    “I’m not sure I want the book to be that authentic. That’s darker than I’m used to writing. I could see hands tied to the bed, maybe some flogging,” I explained.
    “Google that shit,” Kasey told Janeane, so she opened a tab and soon had pictures of naked women in cages. One was built under a bed, and the title said a woman slept there. Others had women in metal cages that looked like dog kennels and my stomach turned a bit. I didn’t understand the mindset of people who adhered to the BDSM lifestyle. I didn’t fault them for it since sexual preference was as individual as eye color. I just didn’t understand why anyone would want to be caged to prove his or her dedication to another person.
    “Oh, wow, I could never do that, could you?” I asked.
    “The orgasms would have to be off the charts to get me to agree to that,” Kristina agreed as she handed me a drink.
    Taking a sip of my amaretto sour, I mulled over being that controlled by a man. The idea of being possessed that completely, to be treated as chattel, didn’t appeal to me. However, I’d admit that the thought of being tied up with a silk scarf, while a man made your body burn in ecstasy, gave me pause. It occurred to me that maybe this was about a loss of control; maybe these women weren’t submissive by nature, but actually so independent that giving up that amount of control in the bedroom was therapeutic for them.
    Fascinating, but definitely not for me.
    “Ok, let’s get these pictures taken so Kasey can get home to the kiddos,” I mumbled as I rose from the bed.
    “Where do you want me?” Kasey asked.
    “I think on the bed, don’t you? That way we have the same background in all the pictures.”
    “Give me two seconds,” Janeane called out as she finished typing, then shut her laptop and stood from the bed.
    “Are you done with the dating profiles?”
    “All but the pictures,” she confirmed. ”I’ll load them once we’re finished here.”
    “Ok, grab my notebook over there and write down the passwords.”
    “Nope,” Kristina answered for Janeane. “We’ve decided that, since you can’t help yourself, the only way you're getting on those websites is with us around. We know you, Nicola: if you have the passwords you’ll cheat and you know it.”
    “But I said the oath,” I argued.
    “Then you don’t need them,” Angela explained with a grin.
    “You only get to work on this book on Tuesdays and Thursdays starting at five, Nicola. That’s the deal. Oh, and don’t forget your yoga gear on Thursday. Relaxation, before we pound out this plot, will get your creative juices flowing,” Kasey ordered.
    “You guys are holding my story hostage, aren’t you?”
    “Absolutely,” they all agreed.
    It was clear to me now while looking at their faces, seeing the determination in their eyes, they were blackmailing me to keep me in their lives. They had missed me as much as I had missed them, I guess.
    How could I say no?
    “Downward dog