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His lifelong dream is to become a SEAL like his dad.

I don't know why but as excited as I was for this to happen, as I was walking up to the room I felt like chickening out again. I'll have a few days off, then", I said hopefully.

"Kewl ... Quint was pretending not to notice the attitude of my pencil.

Continue reading “You Can Quote Me On That”

Note: I’ve also added the emails Platt and Seb sent after Plebes No More as a comment to that story.

“Seb?

“You’re meant to be thinking about what you did.”

Continue reading “Wash & Fold”

The pink kitten had lived on a bookcase at first, with bright paper cards propped up around it. She enjoys a good fight but tries to show compassion to those who deserve it. I did call Seb on the phone just to hear his voice, though.

I also didn’t see Platt except for our PoliSci class and in the few minutes before meal formations.

She had a small tattoo of one low on her right abdomen, just above the crease of her thigh meeting her hip. He cracked his eyes open a millimeter before rubbing his fist over them in an attempt to drive away the disorientation. He slipped the blindfold into place and clasped his hand behind his back, prepared to wait as long as necessary for his Master.

Though it was only ten minutes, it felt much longer for the Slave.

(Probably in October?) Many thanks to JL for giving it a better title!

Looking up at the blanket of the universe overhead, I let out a sigh of pure contentment. Making a post that simply said, "looking for another bondage enthusiast." Got several dozen replies of men that wanted to be tied up and dominated too.

The Master had trained him well, to pleasure and to serve, but now he had failed and he must be punished.

He moaned softly as the Master reached around and began toying with his nipples. The entire drive there I felt myself more nervous than I ever felt before, almost making me chicken out like I did half dozen times in my early 20's, but this time I had a text letting him know I was there already typed out so my nerves didn't have the chance to build up before I hit send.

"Great, be there in a few minutes."

At this point I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest at any moment.

The Master was right. The muse is fickle. Was there ever going to be a more perfect moment than this, laying on our roof with the sound of waves crashing against our seawall, a gentle ocean breeze blowing, and my boy snuggled up to my side, completely relaxed? Without thinking, I agreed.

Even so, no alarms bells went off in my head. Now on to the questions they’ve already answered! 😀

Continue reading “Ask Them Anything: Platt, Myrick, and Cameron”

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I hopped up, turning away from Mohyeldin to brush the tears out of my eyes.