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I also have male friends and female friends that would enjoy this as well." "So You Have", he smiled. "Well I would first like to ask you one question. Are you into kinky sex?" "Oh yes," she replied. "Ok," he smiled. "Is there anything you are not into, if I may ask?" "No. It's too taboo." "Why not? I don't think most people know what kinky is". She grinned. "Well I'm going to need you to show me how it's done, so to speak". He moved over to her and leaned over her. He cupped her breast and picked up his glass while putting his hand between her legs. She was surprised and slightly ticklish and could feel her own wetness trickling down his hand. She looked up at him and was happy to see that he was smiling. "This is kinky sex", he informed her. "Yes Sir", she responded, "I've never had kinky sex".

To her surprise he continued. "But I have kinky friends and we've practiced it for years". She could feel the alcohol rising in her blood-alcohol level, but it was completely gone by the time he finished his drink. He sipped and smiled at her, completely absorbed in the conversation. She smiled back gratefully and wiped away the excess alcohol from her eyes and cheeks. She could feel his eyes on her, studying her body and smiling for the first time. She totally relaxed and yet she shivered. He sat back on his chair and ordered her to follow him to the practice room. She came back unsteadily, straining to hold herself up by her arms. He put his coffee down and crossed his legs. "I've Got Work To Do, Then W/we'll entertain W/W/we can entertain separately, but in W/W/with kinky sex in it. No thanks". Her heart lept up and down the back of her neck, the blood rushing back, but she was far too tired to worry about that at the moment. She rolled her eyes up at him and sighed.

"Sir? You will fulfill your request sweetie. I will watch over you, you promise." "What work do you have to do?" he asked weakly. She looked up at him, her desire and desire to be dominated strong. He knew how she felt about that. She had promised to help him study kink. She'd been his personal kinkie. At the end of the workday, she'd gathered the required papers and taken the position at his desk. He'd signed his name beside her large folder because he knew she was going to be kinked on the spot. He'd been amazed at the number of items. She'd spent hours in the library researching, analyzing and comparing everything. He was amazed, too. The ability to find items of varied degrees of kinkiness, to find those items she'd described in her fantasies, and to come up with her kinks, which shocked him. She was addicted to secrecy. She didn't tell anyone..