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Titans until she was tired. Waiting for the machine to boot, she perused
the business cards. A few of the names she recognized from local businesses.
The head of a huge activities group, a morning-radio host, a real-estate
developer. Stanley’s card was there and she smiled. She would not be dating
him, despite the fact he had touted himself, in print, as the most eligible man
on the Eastern seaboard.
    Her screen blipped on, the light making the sleek, black
business card that was next in line hard to read. She turned in her chair and
tilted it so the blood-red text was discernable.
    BIND YOUR BODY…NOT YOUR MIND
    The other cards slipped from her hand and fell to the desk
as she turned the card over and read the back.
    For The Inexperienced and Bondage-Curious
    Offering Sound and Practical Advice
    MySecretMaster.com
    Blog and Chat Room
    Signs, Isabel. Signs.
    “Oh good god.” Someone who frequented On The Left was into
the kinky shit? He had to be local if Chris kept his card and he probably had
to have carried on a conversation with him so he must know what the man did.
Must know what he was into.
    “Holy shit. A blogging Dom!” Now wasn’t that just a portent
and a hell of a lot more? And she couldn’t just ask Chris about the guy because
then he’d know she was interested in that stuff. She doubted she could pull it
off as curiosity alone. And why the hell did he even give her that sort of
card? Was the guy that great-looking or successful? Was he a Dom with a golden
heart? Isabel huffed. That was not at all the usual stereotype. That’s not how
the man who had made it impossible for her to sit for two days had been.
    She quickly typed in the web address as her train of thought
progressed. One never imagined the wielder of the whip as a loving partner or
father. They were supposed to be aloof and guarded and somehow a bit larger
than life, not a kinky version of Ann Landers, which was the vibe she was
getting from the quick scanning of the webpage. It was most definitely an
introductory arena filled with a glossary and two photo galleries. One
highlighting implements and supplies, the other filled with tastefully erotic
photos of rope work and the reddened results of paddles and crops and floggers.
    Isabel bypassed the Links tab and went straight to
the blog. It read more like a diary of a recent session, the focus not on the
exact punishments that were meted out, although they were briefly expounded
upon. The tone was more educational and definitely psychological and Isabel was
surprised. She hadn’t expected something so exclusive and before she realized
it, she’d gone back and read nearly a year’s worth of blogs and the resulting
comments, most of which the Dom himself had answered.
    Returning to the Home page, Isabel scrolled through
the menu options once more, her cursor hovering over the one tab that she
wasn’t sure she wanted to click.
    Chat .
    Not knowing what she might find provided a heady combination
of thrills and fear. Had she not read the blogs, she would have assumed it was
a bunch of lifestyling Dominants and submissives, but she highly doubted this
was a place for them. It seemed like a kinder, gentler bondage arena.
    She laughed at the thought then took a deep breath. If James
were standing behind her, he would tell her to do it. To explore. But he would
also tell her to participate, and that part she wasn’t as sure of. She could
lurk with the best of them and with that in mind, she double-clicked her mouse.
    The terms of agreement were standard and she read through
them quickly and tapped the Accept button. The screen that appeared was
totally unexpected and her palms began to sweat. Apparently, despite the
anonymity, there would be no under-the-radar admittance.
    In two hundred characters or less she needed to tell the
moderator exactly why she wished to be part of the chat group. She stared at
the vertical, flashing line of the cursor. Her mind screaming do it