Thursday, April 3, 2014


“I’m up to it now.”

“Dane,” I start, but I swallow my instinct to counsel that he can’t possibly be ready for this now. Some conversations are best held in the moment. “Okay, but we’re not doing this here.” Not with two safe words still ringing in the air and the bastard’s ghost drifting in our midst.

I’m more than comfortable with my nudity, but I’m not a man who generally goes traipsing through the upper floors of my house without a stitch of clothing on—especially in January. As I lead Dane back up the stairs, I imagine he’s having a good, long look at my ass, but I also believe he sees the rest of what I want him to see: I am here for him, naked and unashamed. It doesn’t get more real between two people than a heart-to-heart in the buff. If our world leaders conducted their meetings this way, wars would become a long-forgotten memory.

Okay, old man, we don’t need to achieve world peace here today. Let’s stay focused on this one relationship and try to do it right this time.

Off the far end of the kitchen, there’s a room I’ve always considered my private sanctuary—a cozy den with a deep brown, ultrasuede sectional that offers a plush perch for TV viewing, reading, or thinking out my problems. I share my bed more readily than I do this space, but I lead Dane straight there without a moment’s hesitation.

I drop into my customary corner spot, jostling the throw pillows lining the cushion. My left leg stretches along the length of the sofa while my right thigh and arms hitch open to welcome his body. “C’mere.” He climbs between my legs with all the faith of a child boarding a roller coaster, and I wrap him securely in my arms and pull his hips into mine. My dick knows better than to take the intimate contact for anything other than a purely nurturing embrace.

“Get comfortable, Dane. This might take a while.”

He burrows his shoulders into my chest and settles his hands over mine where they’re folded in his lap. With an audible sigh, he drops his head back into the security of my shoulder. “I’m good, Master.”

You are. Such a good boy.

“I don’t know how much you really know about me, Dane, so let me fill in any gaps you might have, and then you’re free to ask me whatever you like. I have nothing to hide from you.”

His head dips minutely, acknowledging the framework I’ve laid out, but once I launch into my explanation, Dane hardly moves a muscle. Whether it’s his training on the stage or imposed immobility at the hands of a dom, Dane’s a champion at being still. He listens without comment while I take him through the nuts and bolts of how I built my reputation in the BDSM clubs of New York City, earning the trust and confidence of the most powerful doms in the lifestyle. Dane’s eyes widen with excitement as I relate my frequent demonstrations with crop and whip, and for a moment I drift, picturing Dane suspended and trussed while I work him over for the crowd.

My trapped cock doesn’t much appreciate the detour, especially since Dane is miles away from gaining pleasure from anything remotely painful. For Dane’s sake, it’s a limit I hope to explore, to open another world for him once we have the proper grounding of trust between us.

When I get to explaining the shift from mentoring other doms to hiring myself out as a “consultant,” Dane twists his upper body so we’re more or less facing each other.

“Pardon, Master. So, it’s the doms who hire you, not the subs?”

“In large part, yes. What began as a handful of personal friends expanded over the years through referrals. It’s really quite a small world, even in the big city.”

Which inflames my curiosity over this guy who hurt Dane. Someone knows someone who knows this bastard . . . Not now, Marcus.

“There have also been several submissives in between arrangements who have sought me out for whatever reason. Of course, no sub under another master would ever contact me directly.”

A shiver rolls through Dane’s body. “That would be imprudent,” he agrees. I wait for him to process what I’ve related, and after a bit, he asks, “Are the other doms never jealous of what you and their subs share in the dungeon . . . or in here?”

“Dane, I don’t ever bring my clients to this part of my house. It’s business. There’s a straight path from my front door down to the dungeon.”

“Your commute,” he adds, his lips curling into the beginning of a smile.

“It’s rough, but somebody’s got to do it.” We both chuckle, but his question remains unanswered. “A good dom always cares more for his submissive than for himself. If a master brings his sub to me, he’s already come to the understanding there’s something he cannot provide himself. I’m sensitive to the fact that the situation is awkward at best, but I’ve had very few problems over the years.”

The way his next question tumbles out, I don’t think Dane meant to release it. “You never develop feelings?”

“It would be false for me to claim I don’t have an emotional connection with every sub who comes in here—on some level. I would be a pretty terrible dom if I were that detached. The cornerstone of the entire dynamic is the submissive’s desire to achieve his dominant’s adulation. I would never withhold that from a deserving submissive.”

Dane squirms in my arms, attempting to sink further inside the cradle of my body. I hug him tighter and drop a kiss on his forehead. “I would never withhold that from you, Dane,” I add, just in case he has a shadow of a fear that needs dispelling.

“I know you wouldn’t, Master.”

“Thank you, Dane; that means a lot to me.”

He relaxes back into my chest, but his gaze is restless.

“Dane, I meant what I said downstairs. I’m through with all that now.”

His eyes find mine, and I see him struggling with his thoughts. “Are you sure you want to give all that up, Master? It’s your whole reputation you’ve spent your life building. It’s who you are. What about the money?”

I cup his cheek and only resist kissing him because the words are so crucial. “I’m committed to you, Dane. Who I am right now is your Master. I don’t have a single need you cannot fulfill. As for the money—I hate to point this out for fear of reminding you of my advanced age—but I’m okay taking an early retirement.”

His dark, lush eyelashes flutter over his cheeks as he takes in my words.

“More than anything, Dane, I hope you can grow to believe what I’m telling you and allow me to expand your horizons from a place of trust, not desperation. I don’t ever want you to offer yourself out of fear again.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows heavily. “I do trust you, Master.”

“Dane.” I pull his face close enough to rest my forehead against his. “Take your time with this. I am not going anywhere; I promise.”

He nods and parts his lips as I close my mouth over his. We deepen the kiss together, an unhurried exchange of promises: honesty, concern, trust, and commitment. When we both need to draw breath, I observe his remarkable transformation though it shouldn’t continue to amaze me how fluidly he shifts from guarded, insecure Dane to this eager, happy man in my arms. Beneath the scars of the abused and abandoned boy, there beats the heart of a trusting, open soul. Some people are simply wired with unconditional faith in others, and Dane is such a creature—a trait that cost him dearly in the hands of a monster, but one that just might allow me to rectify all the previous wrongs—and I will not rest until the job is done. Grounded in the foundation of my unwavering support, Dane will soar to the highest peaks.

“I can still bring you healthy meals, right?”

“If the mood strikes you. I hate to think of you spending your free time chained to the stove.” When I’d much rather have you bound to my cross.

Dane smiles openly now. “By any chance, are you hungry, Master?”

What a brilliant boy to make it about me. I chuckle heartily and release him from my arms. “Go on, boy, fetch us some snacks.”

Sure, we could’ve put our clothes back on—or even just our underwear—but huddling together under the blanket would not have been nearly as much fun without all the delicious skin-on-skin contact.

“Can I get you another brownie, Master?”

My free hand finds my warm, full belly, and I smile at the beautiful boy tucked under my arm. “Zucchini or not, Dane, chocolate is chocolate, and this Master has had enough.”

“Mind if I . . .?” He tips his chin toward the kitchen and gives me the grin he’s already learned will win him whatever he wants. I suppose as his Master, I should do something about that blatant manipulation . . . but not now, not when we’re finally moving past all the bullshit and getting to the start of something real. Not when we’re both so goddamn happy.

“Go!” We both chuckle as he throws the blanket off his legs and takes off toward the kitchen. If I hadn’t given him permission to go, I would’ve missed out on the perfect jiggle of his ass as he left and the highly entertaining thwap, thwap, thwap! of his dick upon his return. Even better, as he burrows under the blanket toward my warm body and draws the brownie to his tongue, Dane’s eyes crinkle with delight. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for that smile.

The thought should scare me, but instead, I’m filled with serenity.

Over the course of the last hour—an hour spent talking and kissing and eating and talking and snuggling and talking some more—I’ve decided it’s Dane’s utter lack of defensiveness that makes him not only the ideal submissive, but also someone I can be with for hours without tiring of his company. Now that he understands what I do—what I did—more clearly, I’m confident Dane believes that he truly is different from the long line of clients who have served me in my dungeon.

We still have so much more to explore together; it’s impossible to foresee where we’ll end up at the end of thirty days, let alone farther down the road—a road I hope we’ll travel together for a long, happy time. Without the need to make space in my dungeon and my head for other subs, Dane and I are limited only by his rehearsal and performance schedule. I’ve already jumped ahead in my mind to overnights and lazy mornings together when Dane brings me back to the present.

Swallowing the last bite of his brownie, he eyes me with those soulful chestnut eyes and slides down my body until his head rests squarely in my lap. He lets out a contented sigh while I draw lazy triangles along the corner of exposed skin around his shoulder where the blanket slipped away.

Watching me closely, knowing I’ll appreciate the act on every level, he lifts both arms and folds them behind his head. Perfectly relaxed, entirely passive, and completely trusting. Goose bumps pepper his skin as my fingertips flutter through his bangs, along his regal cheekbones, over the erotic passage from his neck to his erect nipples. There’s a freedom in this no-agenda space. We’re taking a break from pushing limits and exorcising demons and yet, we’re uniquely us.

“May I ask you something, Master?”

“You know you can.”

“I’m afraid I might ruin the moment, but there’s something I really want to know.”

My hands keep moving; it’s only my heart that stutters at his warning. “If you have something on your mind, the moment has already shifted.”

“Okay. Have you ever had a relationship with someone who wasn’t your sub?”

“No.” Easy question, and one with an answer that suits Dane’s needs. “I know who I am, and I know what I need.”

“You’ve always known?”

Dane’s stillness and curiosity move me. Most of the men who show up in my dungeon are focused on their own needs—ironic, I realize. Even to those who truly get off on serving a Master, I’m often nothing more than the prop they need to act out their own fantasies. They don’t care about my diet or how I slept or what’s in my heart. Dane may have gone overboard in his misguided attempt to ingratiate himself, but I know he cares about me beyond what it means directly for him. So, I tell him things I haven’t told anyone for a very long time.

“You know those old comic strips where the bully kicks sand into the weakling’s face?”


“No way that weakling was going to be me.”

Dane smiles at me in a my-dom-can-beat-the-shit-outta-your-dom way. My palms brush along his body as if I’m tending my own personal, human Zen garden. He absorbs my need instinctively and offers himself with nothing less than gratitude for the ability to provide the service.

“I told my parents I wanted to take karate. They were thrilled—great exercise, a safe place to stow me after school while other kids in my neighborhood were getting into all kinds of trouble. What they didn’t know was the effect the instructor would have on me. You ever take a martial arts class, Dane?”

“No. I was too busy taking ballet and tap.” He rolls his eyes, and I nod in solidarity. It couldn’t have been easy growing up a gay, dancing boy with submissive tendencies.

“Martial arts are all about ritual and discipline—self-discipline mostly—but also figuring out what’s in the other guy’s head so you can stay one step ahead. Does any of that sound familiar?”

He smiles as my fingers play in his hair. “I’m getting a certain picture in my mind.”

I’ve already superimposed Dane’s face on my dojo-mates’, dressed him in the white karate gi, watched him bow his head in respect. “Ahh, Dane, we should spar some time. It would be fun.”

His eyes widen with fear, and I have to laugh. “Don’t worry, Grasshoppah. I would never hurt you.”

“Who’s ‘Grasshoppah’?”

“Ugh, kid, you’re breaking my heart!” I scrub my knuckles against his scalp. “I was eight when I started self-defense. I knew by ten that I liked being on top a lot better, and the boys in my classes knew they’d never get me on my back. A dom was born.”

Dane has another question in his eyes, but he can’t seem to get his mouth to cooperate.

“Ask or I’ll have to kiss it out of you.”

He rolls his lips into a tight line and calls my bluff. I bend to kiss him, and he lifts to meet me halfway, wrapping one hand behind my neck. We loud, sloppy kiss for several delirious minutes before I pull back. “Ready to ask that question now?”

He grins and shakes his head no. I give him more of the same, pulling away only when I remember I really do want to know what is on his mind. “I’m afraid if you don’t ask your question, I’ll have to tickle you.”

“Uncle!” he says good-naturedly, arranging himself so that he’s now sitting on my lap with both arms around my neck. “I was going to ask if you always knew you liked boys.”

Another easy one. “Yes.”

“May I press you once more, Master?”

“Yes, Dane. I love your questions. Press away.”

“Okay. Here goes.”

I can’t think of another time I was so engaged in a conversation or absolutely on the edge of my seat for what another person had to contribute.  

“Have you ever been like this with another sub?”

“Like what?”

“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t mean any disrespect by my question.”

I cup his cheek. “Come on, Dane. We both know that. What are you asking me?”

His smile fades. “I’ve never had a relationship with another dom where I could just be myself and actually have fun. I didn’t really know it was allowed.”


The only way to begin to answer him is with another kiss, and when I’m through with that, I stay close enough that he can feel my breath on his lips. “It’s not just allowed, Dane; it’s required. I want to help you find yourself again. If that happens inside my dungeon, that’s fine, but it might happen right here or in the kitchen or walking down the streets of Manhattan. How does that sound to you?”

He stalls, licking his lips, blinking, clearing his throat. “It sounds good, Master, but . . .”

I feel like I spend half my time with Dane waiting for the other damn shoe to drop, and I wonder if that will ever subside. It’s a cross I’ll bear if it means getting to the heart of things, but I might have to buy stock in Tums pretty soon. “Come on, Dane,” I murmur, “say it.”

He steels himself with a deep breath. “You didn’t answer my question. Has there been anyone else for you?”



Oh. That. Ahh, we've come a long way from the freaked-out boy who safe-worded just a little while ago. Is he ready for Marcus's answer? Are you?

Traveling to NYC today to see our show, but will try my best to respond before posting tomorrow's chapter. Have a wonderful day, all. MWAH!


  1. Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
    I can't even think of all the things I want to say, because my feels are so HAPPPPPY!!!!
    This was a fabulous talk! Eeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
    They opened up completely!
    Love love love love.

  2. First of all let me tell you that I enjoyed this chapter so much I didn't want it to end. A rare treat for me to be able to read it so early, so it's making my day off work a treat indeed.
    Lovely to see them outside the dungeon developing their relationship like this, sparing with their words and open hearts.
    Marcus willingness to share his home and his life with him is such a sweet treat for Dane. I think that it's funny that even though Marcus is concerned about his age, he has taken a turn for the "younger". Dane shifts his mood and allows him to act younger and lighter, which I guess is common when you find yourself falling for someone, but at the same time unexpected give the baggage they carry with them. I also felt that Marcus retirement could be temporary more like a sabbatical, not so much because he would miss it or out of need, but because I think Dane feels sometime akin to pride in how good Marcus is at what he does and hopefully one day Dane might be strong enough to get behind it.
    I love to see Dane like this, allowed to just be, unafraid of asking, playful. There are so many needs in him that appear to never have been met, it breaks my heart to even speculate how deep the abuse and neglect seem to be rooted within him and even worst how long did it go on for. I hope he finds the strength he needs to truly let go and starts to heal under Marcus care. I know he still has a lot to share about himself and soon he might be ready to start peeling the layers. He is such a beautiful character, I can only imagine what he would be like once he sheds some of those lies, insecurities, and misconceptions that is weighing him down.
    Thank you for sharing your writing specially such a lovely chapter like this, enjoy your day and blessings to you.

    1. Love that you're noticing Marcus acting younger. If you remember from the prologue, Bella commented on how much better and healthier he looks at Riley and Sean's wedding. Dane's feeding him well and motivating him to stay/get in shape.

      I'll keep my peace about the "sabbatical" idea so I don't spoil anything.

      I'm so pleased the chapter was so meaningful for you. I feel like the boys really connected and it was a pleasure to share it.

  3. ah, the feels!

    "It doesn’t get more real between two people than a heart-to-heart in the buff." While I can't say I have much experience in this department, I can only imagine it to be the truth! lol. and the visuals it inspires!! lol love it

    I love love love their whole talk, Dane is getting all the information he needs about Marcus's present and past and its adorable. I cant wait for the time where Dane feels comfortable enough to share his past with Marcus, it will be huge for both of them.

    I'm a little surprised that they havent spelled it out in more "vanilla" terms yet- that they are both interested in each other, beyond the dungeon- but then again, I guess they have kinda covered that topic here and there- esp when M said he wants to help D find himself, wherever that may happen.

    I am soo happy to hear that D already feels like he can be himself with M, and that he gets the feeling that having fun is not only allowed with his new Master, now he knows it is encouraged!

    "Oh. That" very curious to see how "that" goes!

    Enjoy your day! MWAH!

    1. As for them talking about those feelings outside the dungeon, what I keep coming back to is that Marcus feels it's unfair to Dane to maybe pressure him or unduly influence his behavior or his own feelings. Marcus wants Dane to make up his own mind, especially while they are still within this 30-day trial period. So, for those reasons, and sure- maybe because it's scary for Marcus to admit his feelings, he's going to keep them to himself.

      I think you'll enjoy Marcus's Oh That.

  4. Is this the same boy who had a hard limit on talking? I guess screaming MERCY broke down those barriers the 'hard' way. I truly enjoyed their discussion, playfulness, and those sweet kisses.

    I loved Marcus' thought about Dane having an unconditional faith in others. It's so true. And it's not a bad thing with the right old man. (Don't tell Dane I called his Master old, ok? LOL)

    Oh, and before I forgot, I want some karate - chopping time for our boys. Make it so, grasshoppah! *greedy hands*

    Have fun in NYC, little pumpkin!

    1. Dane had a lot of limits that don't seem to apply now that Marcus is Master. Funny that! I agree well placed faith is pretty amazing for a relationship. Marcus isn't sure he's worthy or it's healthy, but I trust him. ;)

      Hold your thought on the karate chop.

  5. I may be in love with Marcus. Shhhh.....don't tell anyone. I also may feel like mothering Dane a the part where Dane doesn't get "grasshoppah". I remember it well and loved that show! What I wouldn't give to have a relationship like theirs! Not sure I want to hear Marcus' answer to your cliffie question!!

    1. awww all around! What I hope to build here is the sense that for Marcus, the relationship is really quite reciprocal in some beautiful and unexpected ways. Trust me, they surprise me every single chapter with something new. So the mothering I believe a lot of us feel is lovely, and not at all how Marcus experiences him. (I know you know but I just wanted to kind of spell it out here, partially for myself!) As for that cliffie... :)

  6. Feeling so much better now, their conversation was moving and insightful in itself but the visual of them snuggling, touching and just being was more if that makes sense.

    I just love Marcus, I didn't know how I felt about him in KEA but he is so kind, patient and compassionate (I imagine he always has been) Dane could not be with anyone better.

    Is the next chapter where Marcus talks about his feelings for one other ie Edward or has there been a few significant others? I CAN patiently wait for your story to unfold if I try very hard!!

    Thank you Born


    1. I agree about the physical closeness, Jarvis. It's almost taking what couldn't happen in the dungeon this night outside of the dungeon. I guess you'll see the answer to Oh That soon enough.

  7. ahhhh I loved this! what a wonderful conversation they had - just what the doctor ordered. It will be interesting when Dane knows about Marcus' feelings for Edward. Delicious chapter. now i want a brownie. lol.

    1. only if you have a zucchini brownie.

      Edward huh?

  8. Born....

    I have to congratulate you once again Born. Your OUAD was the very first drabble fiction I had ever read, then it was on to KEA, and now....the first Slash fiction I have ever read.

    And, I must say are doing a fantastic job. I was accustomed to writing a review to every chapter of KEA after it posted, and then sort of fell out of the review mode. I dropped out of most of my activities with regard to Twilight Fanfiction, and have been attempting to keep a low profile. When I reviewed KEA, I posted comments with a different I presume you will not remember who I am.

    But all of that aside I never felt the pull to read Slash, but you have popped my cherry once to speak. I am loving this story, and honestly, after remember Marcus from KEA, I am truly enjoying getting to know the Dom Marcus on a deeper level, and truly getting to know Marcus, the man.

    I find myself checking each morning before going to work to see if you have updated, as the e-mail notification seems to arrive in my in-box several hours after you have I just check at approximately the same time each morning to see if you have updated.

    Truly am enjoying this fic, and again, Born, all your writing talents are shining through magnificently.

    1. WOW! I might well remember you from KEA if you tell me your name! ;) Thank you for all your wonderful words. I am truly warmed by all your lavish praise and overjoyed that you're enjoying the story so much. I'm always honored when a reader tries and enjoys something new because they trust me, so thank you for that. And welcome back to the story.

  9. Hmmmm, now I am comparing them to Daniel-sun and Mr. Myagi! All that karate talk put them in my mind now, lol. I really loved the cuddles and the kisses. Bet Dane never realized that was possible and now realizes how wonderful it is. Looking forward to Marcus's answer.

    1. Please think a wee bit sexier than those two! LOL Yeah, so much cuddling. Sigh...

  10. Gah! I really needed that laughter - "If our world leaders conducted their meetings [...] Okay, old man, we don’t need to achieve world peace here today [...]" LMAO
    No, seriously now - Marcus is bare, totally bare inside and out to Dane and, most surprisingly, to himself too I bet!
    Sh-t! *running to 29*

    1. YES...BARE! Naked and unashamed just like the Garden of Eden!

  11. Had to laugh that Marcus didn't usually walk around in the upper levels of his house, in the nude, in January. Brrrrr.

    Hope those booties are clean while they are sitting with their bare rumps on an Ultrasuede couch. LOL

    I just love this sentence:

    My dick knows better than to take the intimate contact for anything other than a purely nurturing embrace.

    That has got to be a difficult relationship between a Dom and a Sub whose lists do not match. I can see where hiring Marcus would be one way to alleviate that problem.

    Love the whole bit about Marcus' "commute" to work.

    Perfect description of Dane:

    Beneath the scars of the abused and abandoned boy, there beats the heart of a trusting, open soul.

    *runs off to read next chapter*

    1. EWWW! YES, they're totally clean!

      Thanks, Keye (for the rest of it, not so much the booty part!) :P

  12. “If you have something on your mind, the moment has already shifted.” Very true. That's why it is so hard to stay in the moment.

    "I can’t think of another time I was so engaged in a conversation or absolutely on the edge of my seat for what another person had to contribute. " That is an excellent description of what it feels like to fall in love. That constant interest in the workings of another mind and heart.

    Given Dane's freak out after finding out Marcus works with other subs, this conversation should have happened before trying to move forward. Marcus is having a more difficult time in his role due to his feelings for Dane. Yes?

    You could just feel the ties between these two mending in this chapter. The intimacy, conversation, food. If M can kept this on the rails I recommend they take a nap. It always just lets everything settle nicely into place.

    Side comment: I really like the artwork, icon, ? choices at the top of each chapter. It's like a grounding for me.

    1. Obviously I agree with your comment about that giddy feeling of falling in love. Just wanting to take in every morsel the other person is offering! I guess you could fault Marcus for not being more aware of how deeply wounded Dane was by what happened and for not taking care to talk it out before moving on. He made an effort to gauge him in email and then before the scene, but I think he missed a couple cues. As you can see, Marcus is very hard on himself about it (which is one of the reasons he is the best!). Sometimes I think you have to get through some shit together to create that intimacy. If everything is always hunky dory, you don't know if what you have can stand the tests. Thank you for your comment about the chapter headings. That's exactly what I was hoping for. Each one gives you a little clue about where they are so you can get your bearings.

  13. Dane's easily trusting nature is both his downfall and his saving grace. ♡♡

    1. You are so right. In truth, each person's strengths are also his weaknesses. A friend once told me that, and it turns out to be so true and so telling. Think about it and get back to me.

  14. Ah yes communication is the key! Been saying it since that night where they had pizza and Dane hahad his first freak out. Good for Marcus with how much he sshared with Dane. Conversation is going smoothly and they are building good rapport between D/s who intend to establish much more of an intimate relationship. Things are coming up Waters!!!!

    Can I just say that everytime Dane tells Marcus that he trusts him, and Marcus thanks him for that trust, it warms me. Shows Dane that he's interested in what his sub boy thinks of him. That his opinions and feelings are held in the highest regards. I love that Marc often rewards him when he not only does but says pleasing things.

    “A good dom always cares more for his submissive than for himself." Dane didn't have this... at all. I'm glad Marc not only makes sure he knows this, but is determined to give it all to him.

    1. You betcha, Packy! Earning Dane's trust is Marcus's biggest reward. That and the young tight bod he gets to play with! ;)

  15. oh yes, i am so ready for marcus's answer! dane is too, he needs this answer. this chapter, to me, sums up a lot of who dane is actually. he romantacized his relationship with his previous dom and that seems so typical of dane. the poor boy wasn't just looking to have his needs fulfilled but also his heart. which is what he seems to have assumed that marcus has done all these years. he really didn't have a clue as to how marcus's business ran and i bet it's a huge relief to dane now that he has the facts.

    i hope we get to find out more about dane, when he knew he was submissive material and how he got in to the lifestyle. and i rally hope we (o i should say marcus) finds out who the monster is in the community so he can be taken care of. i'm curious of marcus has any ideas at all as to who it could be. he's so ingrained in the community.

    marcus took dane to the most perfect place in his house. i think it will quickly become dane's favorite place too! :)

    1. Hmm now I'm not sure I ever really said how Dane got started... or if I even know! I'll keep quiet on the rest. ;)