I don’t know how to say it Sir, I think it.. it makes me feel free?””Go on,” he urged me calmly, knowing how much I struggled with owning up t... the true nature of my needs.”It makes me feel like I’m finally who I was meant to be. Like all the glittering layers of friends and education, work, are just stupid conventions I’ve build up to mask these... urges.””What urges?””The urge to take off my clothes and never put them back on” I continued, loosening my inner restraints. ”To be chained. ‘Better keep lover boy on his leash Chesca.’ Her ex husband snarled, ‘I’d hate to mark that pretty boy face of his.’ Froo stood up, and looked from man to man, her ex, hands on hips, that look she recognised so well on his face, eyes glinting with malice at Misha. Whilst Misha stood, fists clenched at his waist, the muscle in his jaw twitching, pure tension running through his body. Placing her hand on his arm, she felt his tight muscles, and quietly pleaded to them both, ‘Not in front of Jace,. Turning away from me again, she moved her hands away, back down to her hips, achingly censoring the soft parts of her body I craved to see most. She turned back slightly, coyly letting me imagine the slight outline of the side of her breasts exposed, and grabbed some of the money off my lap. Her finger tips brushed the tip of my growing erection, and if she had lingered I might have finished on the spot. Instead she drew her hand up, running the bills over her own ass, finally clipping them. ___Ch 2Ralph and Seyla met through the wonderful world of online dating. Both seeking a particular set of qualities, their profiles collided on a dating site called K9 Connections. Seyla's profile caught Ralph's attention right away. 26 years old, pretty face, green eyes, 5'7, 150lbs, curvy with long wavy golden hair; she was beautiful by any standard, but Ralph did not have typical standards. He was looking for someone special: someone young and sweet, a little naive but open, moldable,.