(Shan's POV - Mon. 25 August 2014)

3:14 pm - Mark: Get ready and be downstairs at 5:00 pm. I'll pick you up in front of the building. We're going to see Aaron at the club.

I am searching on the internet for a training course in bartending when I get Mark's text.

The last few days have been crazy for me! The guy who has never been able to plan for his future is looking for a training to become a professional bartender. The guy who has never been able to commit into a serious relationship with anyone agreed to a long-term one and is about to become a Submissive member of the Black Diamond.

It seems like I have finally found my way in life. I am starting a lifestyle I never thought would have attracted me and here I find myself committed to a man I am slowly but surely falling for. In less than a month, Master Mark has become my new anchor and the light to guide me through my darkness. I am feeling good with him. Good like I have never felt with anyone before.

If we are going to see Aaron, I guess it means he's finally going to announce me his decision regarding the test I took last week. From what I overheard of the phone conversation between Mark and Joshua yesterday, it sounded like there shouldn't be a problem, but you never know... I don't even understand what took the Master Dom so long to make his decision – since Liam told me it was usually faster – and I think Mark was a bit upset about it.

Yet, he reassured me, saying I had done really good at the test, which of course made me feel proud. Honestly, it wasn't that difficult because I was more than ready, but all the same, I was still very intimidated by the jury... If the Master Dom can be very impressive, Master Camden is a whole different level of scary. I am exaggerating, but his severity and coldness made me a bit uncomfortable, and I got to understand better why Liam told me I shouldn't ever try to defy him with disrespect.

Anyway, I am confident about the result, and I can't wait to go to the club for the first time as a Submissive. It's hard to explain how it makes me feel, but I'm so excited! I want my Master to be proud of me, and I will do my best to impress him.

Liam told me he would mentor me for my first time there, I'm not sure why though. He remained enigmatic, saying that Subs usually go through a complete ritual before meeting their Dominants inside the club. I did try to ask questions, but he just replied I would find out on Wednesday.

With these thoughts in mind and since I still have a bit of time, I finish my research on the internet and write down the contact details of the two training schools I selected. Both of them look very good, but I don't know which one I should choose. I guess Mark will be able to help me here.

After a long shower, I get ready to meet Mark. Dressed in tight black jeans, a white dress shirt and my Dock Martens, I leave the apartment a few minutes before the time he indicated. Yet, I'm surprised to see the Dodge Ram already parked in front of the building when I get out at 4:55 pm. Damn! I'm early and shouldn't be in trouble, but I still hope Mark hasn't been waiting for too long, so I hurry inside the car and peck his lips.

"Hello Beautiful! How was your day?" he asks with a bright smile, that makes me exhale with relief.

"Great! I've done my research and found a couple of training schools," I reply cheerfully. "I'd like you to have a look though, and help me choose the best, if you don't mind..."

"Good boy! Of course, I'll have a look tonight and help you!"

"Thanks... How was your day?"

"A bit boring... I missed you," he says, pouting.

Pouting. Seriously? Mark is freaking pouting!! Now that is great! It suits him so badly - because... the heck! Big masculine Dominants don't pout, do they? - that I burst out laughing.

"What? Am I that funny?" he asks with mock offense, frowning at me.

"It's just... Pouting just doesn't look like you!"

"Okayyyyy... then next time I miss you, I'm not gonna tell you!" he grunts, pulling the car into the traffic.

"Oh please! Say it again! I actually love the idea that you missed me!"

"Nope! And remind me to add a new rule to our contract..." he says in a threatening tone.

"What rule?"

"One that says you're not allowed to make fun of your Dominant."

I crack another laugh and we continue our chitchat until we reach the club. Mark reminds me again how I should behave just before we enter the building, and we go straight to Master Aaron's office. Mark knocks on the thick door and walks in without waiting for an answer.

Master Aaron is sitting on one of the couches, apparently typing a text on his phone and I immediately lower my eyes, following my Dominant's steps as he goes to greet his friend before he sits down on the other couch. As the good Sub I am supposed to be, I kneel beside him, at attention, and wait for the Master Dom to acknowledge my presence.

"Good afternoon, Shannon," Master Aaron says. Mark caresses the back of my head, as a sign that I am now allowed to speak.

"Good afternoon, Sir," I reply politely, briefly glancing up at him before I cast my head down again.

"Shannon, please look up," he says warmly, and I lock eyes with his chocolate orbs. "I've made you wait long enough, so I'll go straight to the point. I'm very pleased to have you as a new Submissive member of the Black Diamond!" he announces, and a huge smile spreads across my lips. "Before that though, I would like to remind you of a few rules even if Mark must have already drilled them into your head.

"When you are at the club, I expect you to behave as the perfect Submissive Mark trained. As you know, your Master is a VIP, which means that other Dominants regard him as a role model. You are consequently a VIP Submissive, like Liam. I'm not trying to add pressure on your shoulders, but I'd really appreciate that you keep this in mind and try your best to behave appropriately. Respect other Dominants as much as you respect your Master, and address them as Sir if someone ever approaches you. If you defy them, they will have every right to discipline you, and trust that I would add more punishment.

"In the beginning, and until other members know that you belong to Mark, I suggest that you remain by your Master's side as much as possible, or at least with Liam. Cute as you are, there might be a few Dominants trying to approach you, though that shouldn't be a problem for very long, right, Mark?" he asks as he peeks at his friend who nods in answer. "Is everything clear, Shannon?"

"Yes, Sir, perfectly clear," I reply with all due respect.

"Good boy! Mark has already paid for your annual fee, so I guess we're all good now!" he cheers.

Wait! What!? Mark paid for my fee? I turn to look at my Dominant, frowning.

"When a Dominant is in a contract with a Submissive, the Dom usually pays for his Sub's fee," he explains. "Don't even try to discuss this!" he says firmly as I am about to open my mouth.

Alright, I guess I'll have to wait to get home to express my opinion on that... Anyway, I am suddenly pulled into an unexpected bear hug. The arms that are holding me tightly and the chest I am pressed against are not Mark's!!

"Congratulations, Buddy! And welcome to the Black Diamond!" Master Aaron says with emotion in his voice. Dang! I am surprised by such a show of affection, but his embrace feels warm! "I hope you will enjoy yourself with us!" he adds as he pulls away.

"Thank you, Sir! I'm sure I will," I reply with a shy smile that doesn't fully express how I am truly feeling inside.

"Shannon, don't forget that you should never hesitate to come and speak with me if you need it. Of course, Mark is the first person you shall go to, and you also have all the Subs, but know that my door is always open, and that I will always find time to discuss anything, even if that's about issues with Mark, understood?"

"Yes, Sir... thank you..." I reply, a bit perplexed by his remark, but Mark doesn't seem to find this weird.

"Don't worry, Shannon," the latter chuckles. "As the Master Dom, Aaron considers all the Subs as his boys, and he just wants to make sure they are always comfortable with talking to him in case of problems, whatever they are."

"Exactly. So, if you have questions or worries – and that can be about the lifestyle in general, Mark, other Doms, other Subs, the contract you signed, your list of activity sheet, or whatever – just feel free to knock on my door, okay?" he says with deep kindness, and I nod in answer.

Right now, I don't see anything I could ask him... Everything is clear, and even the famous list of kinky activities I spent an hour on, getting harder and harder with each line I had to grade. Right... Some stuff like electricity play or fisting didn't appeal to me, but others sounded quite hot and I can't wait to try them all!

"Shannon, congratulations! You are now a member of the Black Diamond. Welcome to the club!" Master Aaron says, interrupting my scowl. "I hope you will enjoy yourself here!"

"Thank you, Sir! I'm sure I will," I reply with a shy smile that doesn't fully express how I am truly feeling inside.

"Oh, there's something I forgot to mention!" Master Aaron exclaims, turning to my Master. "Have you two discussed public performances?"

"Not yet, Aaron... That can wait!" Mark grumbles.

"Sure! But it's important to broach this too," the Master Dom replies, returning his attention to me. "Shannon, as per the policy of the club, and unless you set it as a hard limit, members are required to perform scenes in public once in a while; or more often if you get to like it. Mark will tell you more about it, and he will decide when he deems you ready."

Damn! I had totally forgotten about that and I'm not sure how I should feel about it.

"Don't worry, Pet," Mark whispers, running his fingers at the back of my head as a comforting gesture. "It might sound scary at first, but I promise you'll get to like it; and even ask for it. You'll find out that performing a scene in public is twice as intense than in a private room," he explains with a smug smile. "In any case, I won't impose this on you until I deem you ready."

"Thank you, Master..." I reply with a small voice.

I'm not really scared, I think. Just a bit anxious perhaps, though my swelling cock begs to differ.

"So, I'll see you on Wednesday evening, it seems?" Master Aaron asks as we all stand up, Mark holding my hand.

"Sure thing!"

We bid our goodbyes to the Master Dom, then head back out of the club. Once we are on the parking lot and beside his car, Mark pins me against the Dodge Ram and presses his body against mine.

"Congratulations, Pet!" he purrs in my ear, at the same time making me feel his erection against my lower abdomen. His lips crash on mine for one of the hottest kisses he has ever given me, and I'm already moaning with lust. Our evening promises to be a hot one!

*   *   *

Something heavy jumps on my back and squeals in my ears as I walk into the alley that leads to the parking lot of the Black Diamond. Something that I easily recognize as my best friend.

"What the fuck, Liam!!!" I yell, "You scared the shit out of me!!!"

"Good news, then you might not need the enema!" he bursts out.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Nothing!" he giggles, "Let's go get ready!"

Yesterday evening, Liam and I agreed to meet at the club at 6 pm, in order to enjoy some time together and prepare before our Doms arrive. Mark wanted to drive me here, but he had a last-minute issue to sort out at one of his restaurants and ordered a cab for me instead because he didn't want me to go by train or bus. I am so rolling my eyes at that! Though Liam is in no less overprotective condition since he was just dropped off by Joshua's chauffeur.

Once inside the building, we go straight to the Subs' room which is entirely empty. My friend drags me to the locker area and drops a large duffle bag on a bench.

"Is it normal that we're alone?" I ask a bit warily.

"Yeah, more Subs will soon arrive. On weekend nights, the Black Diamond can hold up to five or six hundred people, I think, but the earlier in the week, the less guests there are. It's more about one or two hundred people, sometimes even less, so it's better for your first official visit," Liam explains.

"Cool! I guess you're right and I'll be more comfortable on a night like this indeed..."

"I'm sure you'll do great, Shan," he replies, brushing his hand on my arm.

Liam pulls out sandwiches from his bag and leads me to the tables where we have a quick dinner. I tell him more about what Master Aaron told me on Monday evening, and we enthuse about how much fun we are going to have spending time together at the club in the future.

"Time to go get ready!" he cheers at some point, smirking at me. "And I'd better not hear you complain!! Remember I'm your mentor tonight!"

I'm quite perplexed by my friend's expression and tone, but I still follow him back to the bench where we take off our shoes and clothes, only keeping our boxer briefs. I briefly ogle his necklace - or collar as he called it - wondering if Mark will ever offer me one. Liam grabs a big bag of toiletries and I follow him toward the shower area, where he drops the bag on a sink counter, and begins to pull out things. Razors. Shaving foam. Body oil. Two small bottles of lube. And... oh my fucking God!! Two bulb douches!

Holy crap! I know what this is for! But because I know what this is for doesn't mean I am used to these things! Of course, I usually clean inside before I get a dick up my ass, but I've never used one of these things! I just make sure that I don't need to poop and clean myself by... you know... by inserting one or two fingers while I shower.

"Are you expecting me to use this, Bunny!?" I ask Liam.

"Of course!" he scoffs. "Oh come on, don't be a prude!! And don't be embarrassed, okay? You'll see that enema is a common subject we broach here among Subs, especially with the new ones... you know... giving each other advice and support."

"Seriously?"

"Shan, it's just part of our life, right? Stop chickening and get one!"

"I don't even know how to use it!!" I whine.

"Don't worry, I'll help you... I mean, I'll explain! First remove the nozzle and fill the bulb with lukewarm water," he says, showing me with his own device. "You don't want it too cold or too warm, be careful. Then go into one of the toilets and insert the nozzle inside your butt. You can use a bit of lube to make it easier. Squeeze the bulb until all the water has gone, and don't release the squeezing before you have removed the nuzzle from your hole... You don't want to experience the suck-back effect if you see what I mean..." he explains with a smug smile.

"Dang! Li! That's gross!!"

"That's what it is!! Wait for a couple of minutes and release the water. Then you repeat two or three times."

"Ugh... I hate you for making me do such things!"

"Nope, you'll love me for making you do them because you'll have a happy Dom enjoying a clean ass!" he answers smugly. "Do you need help?"

Rolling my eyes and sighing, I grab my bulb, fill it with water and head into a toilet stall to do my business. Conclusion after using the damn thing four times: it's much easier and not as unpleasant as I thought, thanks to Liam's precious advice. Of course, the sensation of being full this way is a bit weird, but I might get used to that. Maybe.

Once done, I meet Liam outside again and he pulls me into a large shower stall, where he instructs me to strip naked. This is not the first time we shower together, so I don't really mind, until he hands me a razor and the shaving foam.

"We need to shave down there!"

"Why? Why would we do that?"

"Because most Doms like our privates shaved, Shan!" he sighs.

"Mark has never asked me to!" I exclaim. I actually like to have my pubic hair trimmed, but I have never shaved before.

"I'm surprised he hasn't yet, but honestly, I think Master Mark will love it. They all love it. Come on, I'll help you."

After that, I spend fifteen embarrassing minutes with my friend as he instructs me to spread the foam all over my pubis and balls, while he does the same on his body, and to cautiously scrape the razor to remove all hair. I try to shave as much as I can, but Liam is done way before me and offers his help.

"Okay, grab your stick and hold it upwards, I'll shave your balls."

Jeez! This is not in my habits to blush around Liam, but I can definitely feel my face heat up as he kneels in front of me and manipulates my sack to access the parts I couldn't do. It's even worse when he tells me to bend over and part my buttocks so that he can remove the bit of hair I have there. As a revenge, I return him the favor, but that jerk doesn't even mind since he's used to doing this with other Subs.

After a thorough shower, we head back to the lockers, towels around our waists. A few other guys that I recognize as the brothers Eric and Tony, and then Mick, the Sub I had met during my training, have arrived. We all greet each other and they congratulate me on my recent certification after Liam has told them about the news.

There's also that shy guy, Joey, the one who was working at the cloak desk when Liam and I went to the Black Moon a few weeks ago. Poor boy looks really timid and quickly escapes toward the showers, but Liam explains me that he rarely mingles with others, and even less now that he has signed a contract with a certain Master Jeffrey.

Liam eventually pulls out some clothes from his bag and hands me a tight pair of leather shorts.

"No way! I am not wearing this tonight!" I exclaim, handing them back to him.

"Shan, that's the usual outfit for the Subs! You'll be sexy as hell in them!"

"I said no fucking way!"

"Too bad," he pouts, a malicious expression on his angel face. "Master Mark would have loved it..."

Ugh!!! why did he have to mention Mark now??? I do want to please my Master, and I did say I would do anything to impress him tonight, though.

"Liam, I hate you!!" I groan, snatching the shorts from his hands.

"Hate me all you want, but Master Mark will love that... I'm just saying!"

"I can't wear this," I say, putting them in front of me. "My boxer briefs will show!"

"You go commando, dumbass!" Liam replies, raising his eyes.

This is getting worse and worse! Or better and better, I think more honestly to myself. This is actually hot!

So I eventually comply and pull the tiny shorts on. I suddenly remember the first time I came here and how worried I was about having an erection while wearing the low-waist pants and how my cock would pass over the waistband... I think these are even worse!

Once I have put on my old Dr. Martens, Liam pours oil over my torso, back and front, and he helps me to smear the vanilla-scented substance before I return him the favor. We then add more on our legs and there we are, both glimmering under the lights.

As we finish getting ready, a loud knock resounds on the locker room door, and an impressive Master Aaron comes in, dressed in black leather pants and combat boots, bare-chested. All eyes lower down and silence falls over the room.

"Good evening, Boys!" the Master Dom's deep voice echoes.

"Good evening, Master Aaron," we all reply in unison.

"Liam and Shannon, please meet me in my office when you're ready."

We nod and he leaves the room.

"What does he want with us, do you think?" I whisper to Liam, a bit worried.

"How would I know? Let's hurry up."

We put everything back inside Liam's bag, then into his locker, and scurry to Master Aaron's office. Master Mark and Master Joshua are there already, sitting on one of the couches. As I take a glimpse at my Master, I notice how he stares at me eyes wide-open, his mouth agape, almost at a loss for words, and I smile inwardly. I will definitely have to thank Liam for his persistence with the outfit.

We both walk to our Masters and kneel by their sides. My heart is pounding in my chest already and it gets even crazier when Mark cups my face in his hands.

"You're so beautiful, Pet, I'm proud of you!" he whispers softly with emotion in his voice as he leans over to peck my lips.

Before I can answer, he stands up and walks to Master Aaron's desk where he picks up something, and as he comes back, holding some sort of square jewelry box, I hear Liam gasp and inhale a short breath close to me. Oh God... Is this what I think it is?

"Look up, Pet," Mark orders, all his dominance back in his voice.

As I raise my head, my eyes traveling along his leather-clad legs and his beautiful bare chest, I realize that it's not only his voice that holds authority, but also his stance while he is towering me. His eyes are filled with lust, but not only. There is pride, and eagerness too.

"Like I told you a few days ago, I want to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, here at the club. It is a tradition for Dominants to claim their Submissives as theirs with a collar," he says solemnly, briefly peeking above my head - at Joshua I think - and opening the box. "I want you to be mine, and only mine, and it will be an honor to me if you accept this collar, as a sign of our commitment and permanent trust."

The box reveals a plain silver collar, about one centimeter wide, with a small lock at the back, and an engraved little plate at the front that reads Master Mark's. The jewel is so simple that it makes it even more beautiful.

There are so many emotions flooding my mind now, but pride clearly overrules. I am feeling so honored that this gorgeous man would want to claim me as his, as if I was worth something. I want this collar around my neck, I want to show everyone that I belong to him. Strengthening my back to adopt the perfect submissive position and resting my hands on my slightly parted thighs, I detach my eyes from the jewel to raise them to Mark and offer him my most authentic smile.

"Please... It would be an honor for me, Master."

With a warm smile, Mark seizes the collar from the box that he discards on the couch, then squats down in front of me to lock the necklace at the nape of my neck with a small padlock. The metal is cold but I'm not sure that it's what sends shivers down my spine; I feel like I'm entirely surrendering to him and this is a blissful sensation.

"There will be a spare key in the playroom at home, but I'd like you to wear this collar as often as possible since it's rather discreet, and in any case, you should always have it when you are at the club. With this on, other Dominants will know that you belong to me and shouldn't bother you. Understood?"

I can only nod in answer, words are stuck in my throat. I am so grateful for this man I met barely two months ago because he has already done so much for me. I know things are going too fast, but I feel cared for and safe with him. This necklace proves how much he cares for me, which makes me extremely proud.

After everyone has complimented me with words of praise and hugs, we all head toward the Black Diamond. Liam and I are following behind as we walk to the Doms' favorite spot. The music is not so loud and the room is much less crowded than the last time I was here. It feels more intimate.

A few Subs are dancing, surrounded by Doms and a couple of couches are occupied by men already in full action. As Mark, Aaron and Joshua take seats on the semi-circle couch, I notice that someone is preparing the largest dais for a scene.

I don't even have time to kneel beside Mark like I am supposed to do because he grabs my hand and pulls me over his lap, my back comfortably settled against his chest and my legs dangling on each side of his. His arms wrap around my torso, the palms of his hands softly caressing my abdomen as they sneak further and further down.

"You are almost too sexy, Pet," he whispers in my right ear. "I love these tiny shorts on you..."

I gasp as one of his hands softly brushes over my crotch, making it swell under his touch. I am almost fully hard when the lights dim in the room as spotlights illuminate two men on the stage. Of course, I have never seen the Dominant before - a man who is smaller than the ones surrounding me, but very bulky - but I do recognize the the Sub as Ed, one of Liam's friends I met before.

The Dom quickly strips him naked and uses rope to tie his lean body to rings and karabiners on the grid above them. The young man is already hard and leaking in anticipation, but I'm not any better. After a few whispered words in Ed's ear and gentle caresses all over his body, the taut man picks a small ice cube from a bowl on the table beside them, that he sticks between his lips before he starts trailing a path along Ed's neck, across his collarbone and to the other side of his neck.

As the Dom grabs two other ice cubes, one in each hand, and runs them from Ed's wrists down his arms, slowly reaching his chest, I can almost see goosebumps form on the Sub's skin, and when the cold cubes swirl around his nipples, his erection twitches. After a few more minutes, the Dom takes a lit candle that he tests on his own skin by pouring a drop of wax on his arm before he slightly spins it above Ed's chest.

When the melted wax hits his left nipple while the other one gets stimulated by ice, Ed screams loudly, in pain or pleasure, I don't know anymore at this stage. If I judge by the hardness of his cock though, I would say it's pleasure, or maybe a mix of both. The Dom swaps the candle and the ice cube in his hands, and reproduces what he just did, enhancing a long moan from Ed. I can imagine the sensations of heat and cold at the same time on various parts of my body, damn! It's so hot!

The Dom continues this little game for a while, pouring more wax on Ed's body and even on his privates, while he teases other spots with ice, and the Sub's moans get louder and louder. At some point, the hunk slips behind Ed and starts preparing him with lube, but it's not long before he moves back to his front, sweeps his legs over his shoulders and slams inside his hole.

All through the hard pounding, Mark keeps massaging my crotch, and when the two men on stage reach their climax, I have become so needy that I can't slow down my heavy breathing. Thank goodness, Mark pulls me up with him as he stands up and without another look toward his friends, he leads me outside of the Black Diamond and into his private playroom.

He has barely shut the door that he pins me to it, his body pressed against mine as he roughly devours my mouth. Never breaking the kiss, he soon drags me toward the bed where he suddenly - and without much ceremony - throws me face down. He doesn't waste any time and swiftly pulls down my shorts, finally freeing my throbbing erection, and when the piece of leather and my boots are out of the way, he kneels on the bed, straddling my thighs.

"Mmm Pet..." he purrs, grabbing my wrists and holding them at the small of my back before he leans over, allowing me to feel his warm breath in my ear. "You're so fucking sexy... I can't wait to pound into that tight hole of yours..."

Holy crap! I love his dirty talk and it even makes my cock release a load of precum.

"Please, Master..." I beg, writhing on the mattress to get more friction.

"What is it, Pet? Do you need anything?"

"Yes, Master... I need you... inside of me... now, please..."

"Get on all fours, Pet!" he orders as he gets off the bed to undress and once I am in the requested position, Mark begins to fondle my balls and to stroke my needy shaft. "I'm so glad you shaved, Pet. I love that smooth skin. Makes me want to eat that little hole..."

Oh my God!! Right then, he parts my buttocks and I get to feel his lips on my pucker while his tongue licks and probes my entrance. I can't help moaning at the delicious sensation and my ring of muscles quickly loosens up. His wet muscle is soon replaced by a finger, then another, and both skillfully scissor my butt hole.

After a few minutes of this delicious torture, Mark retrieves his fingers, causing me to whine at the sudden emptiness, but I don't move an inch until he shows up in front of me and kneels back on the bed.

"I think my dick needs a special lubricant, Pet," he smirks, pressing a hand at the back of my head and pulling me toward his privates.

I gladly stick my tongue out to lick the precum oozing from the mushroom head before I take as much as I can in my mouth. My lips glide along his shaft while my tongue swirls around its thickness, smearing my saliva all over and making him groan with obvious delight. Before I know it, though, Mark returns to stand behind me and binds my wrists in his hand again, forcing me to rest my head on the mattress.

Without any warning, he roughly sinks his erection inside my hole to the hilt, groaning deeply while I scream from the mix of pleasure and pain. I had been waiting for this and I almost come at the delicious tingles provoked by his rod brushing on my prostate. He still lets me adjust for a couple of minutes before he pulls out and slams back in.

Then begins a long and hard pounding. Each time he hits my sweet spot, my moans get louder and louder. I keep begging for my release, the fire in my balls so painfully about to explode, and it gets even harder when one of his hands slips around my hip to stroke my shaft.

"Come with me, Pet!" he eventually groans, and I can finally let go of my release, seeing stars as I shoot my load on the bed sheet while Mark breeds me with his seed.

Later, after a very pleasant session of aftercare with a long massage of my body, Mark and I cuddle in bed, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Mine focus on what happened on stage tonight, and I can't help envying Ed a bit as I remember the bliss on his face, completely oblivious to his surroundings, only reveling in the pleasurable sensations induced by his Dominant of the evening.

He really looked deep into the scene they played, probably into that thing I read about and that they call subspace. I actually want to experience this too, I don't care that other people will watch me being fucked. I know Mark said we would try it when he deems me ready, but I know I am. It will require some convincing, but I well intend to make this happen as soon as possible!

Published on 10 May 2016