.. and Ellie’s ... a lot?” Trish pleaded with me now.“Damn, lady, you really do have a one-track mind! Simon Says, be honest with me. You’re a...lesbian, aren’t you? Deep down, despite your obvious willingness to put out for favors, benefits, etc ... that’s just sex work to you. No disgrace there. You’re gay. That’s the point. Or lesbianish at least,” I stipulated now with my bride’s aunt, my future sister-in-law.“Yes, Master, I’m gay. I’m a lesbian. I just have a knack for faking the other. It was probably this fact that had emboldened Brian to ask her to dance, believing, probably correctly, that the more attractive girls would turn him down.After the wedding the not particularly happy couple moved in with Brian’s mother. This would generally be a recipe for disaster, but not in this case, the two women were very happy together, his mother had always wanted a daughter and Margaret was happy to fill that role. Whilst Brian was a whizz at his job, and his computer building, he was. I called her number and made an appointment.That day changed my life and I became a regular client. I had a huge crush on her, but she would never let me touch her sexually, nor would she ever give me a happy ending regardless how much I begged her.One day, I had been seeing her for about a year, she emailed me an invitation to a BDSM party she was hosting for a few friends at the dungeon. She asked me whether she could "feature" me at the party, but refused to tell me what this meant, simply. My eyes still linger on her lithe and youthful form.She’s called Diana, but to her friends she’s “Dia”. I guess the youth of today don’t think old-fashioned names like that are cool enough, even if I’ve tried to explain she wasn’t named for the princess but for the goddess. Not that it made much difference. Some of those kids probably had never heard of either. Diana is now eighteen and that makes eager for new experiences, as I had recently noticed.This had been the first time she had made me.