He was different from the others. I could tell from my first glance at his profile and the way he phrased his ad. He had been down this road before. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to take it. If his tone of voice on the phone hadn't made this clear, his body language had crystallized it during lunch. Direct eye contact. Leaning forward, but just out of reach. This was his show and he was going to run it. Always the novelist, I wanted to see how it would all play out.

There hadn't been any real intimacy that day; I never played on a "first meet." I always made sure these initial meetings were in a public place, so if anything happened later and I disappeared, someone, somewhere (hopefully) would remember we'd been together. Being extraordinarily picky, very few lunches evolved into anything further. This one would - I'd known it from the first time we'd spoken. We debated BDSM philosophy on the phone. The role of the Dom. The purpose of the sub. We seemed to be ...

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