Chapter 8

Wow. My first relationship. Boyfriend? Lover? Untitled? I wasn’t sure what the fuck we were by name, but he was mine now. He’d agreed to be, and I’d take full advantage of my new fuck toy. The best part of this new relationship we’d agreed to was that I got to have my way exactly how I’d envisioned it. What were the odds of finding a guy my own age who’d be a slave? Slim to none, for sure. Most guys my age were barely starting out in life and didn’t know shit about living a kinky lifestyle. Fuck, even Iwas just starting out and learning. No, I needed a man, a realman to fulfill my dark needs. Barry had so much experience with BDSM that I’d never had to worry about teaching him. If anything, he’d teach me, and I’d never have to tell him about it. I’d learn as I went and would pretend I’d been that experienced all along.