Chapter 9: Preparation

I knew that I needed more preparation if I were to become a Dom and take Susan (and possibly Max) as my sex slave. As I have stated before, it had always been one of my fantasies, having a sex slave that would do anything, anywhere, anytime just to please me.

Even before the discussion with Max, I had done a lot of research on BDSM. I had read articles, looked at pictures and videos, and visited a few chat rooms. Much of what I saw or read disgusted me. The violence and sadistic nature of most Doms was too much for me to take. If this is what it is like, then I didn’t want to be a part of it. There was no way I could pierce the breasts of a woman with needles. I could not whip a woman’s body till it bled. I could not drip hot candle wax onto a woman’s pussy just to hear her scream. It then occurred to me that what was on the internet was designed to capture the interest of perverts. Don’t get me wrong, I am a pervert. I think most people are perverts, at least in their fantasies. But I am not a sadistic pervert.

The answer for my quest for information hit me like a bolt of lightning. During the first three months at the casino, I was alone. My wife was in Santa Fe, Max and Susan only came to see me every three weeks or so (except for that sensational week that Susan spent with me without her husband there). I spent most of my days and nights getting to know my dealers and supervisors. I needed to know who I could trust and who I couldn’t. Just as important was getting them to know me and that they could trust me. It always amazed me how much you could find out about your employees once they trusted you.

I found out that one of my dealers (in her private life) was a sex slave. I approached her to see if she would tell me more about her life as a sex slave. She did not seem surprised by my question but said she would have to ask her Dom if it would be ok with him. The next day, she asked me if she could invite her Dom to meet with me. That same evening, the three of us met and for three hours we discussed the different aspects of a Dom/sub relationship. I must have passed muster because at the end of our meeting he gave approval for his slave to spend as much time as needed to help me understand what a slave’s needs are and how a Dominate could provide for those needs. He only had three rules that could not be broken. One, I could not humiliate his slave. Two, I could not leave lasting or visible marks on her body. And third, I could not fuck his sub bareback. I agreed to all three and so started my training as a Dominate.

I should describe my tutor. She goes by the name “Austin,” and yes, she is a dyed in the wool Texan. She even has a tramp stamp at the base of her spine in the shape of a Texas Longhorn.