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you be disappointed if it were just me?”
    “Neither you nor Nathan could ever disappoint me, Tristan. You know that. I just don’t like the idea of you being alone.”
    There it was. My father’s words resonate with me because I’ve been without a submissive for more than a year, which means I haven’t had sex in that same amount of time. Not for lack of offers, but vanilla sex from clueless women who believe they can fuck my brains out, literally leaves much more to be desired than they are aware. Unless sex comes with a healthy dose of BDSM, I’m just not interested, and finding women with these particular tastes has become more difficult, precisely because I work so much.
    “It’s not my desired situation, either, but it takes time to find, secure, and train someone to accept the only type of relationship I’m capable of having right now.”
    “You don’t have to rush the process on my account. I know how difficult it is to make a connection with a like-minded person who embraces your specific proclivities. Perhaps you could ask Darnelle to dinner? I hadn’t seen her in ages until I saw her on a late night entertainment show the other night. She’s really become a beautiful girl.”
    “Darnelle is gay, Dad.”
    “Oh, I had no idea. I should stop meddling in your love life, son, because clearly I’m not equipped to do any matchmaking.” He laughs.
    I can envision how red his face is right now. “It’s fine,” I say. “Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to ask Darnelle to dinner. I’m meeting with her today at five to discuss funding her new album, videos and such. It’ll be fun to catch up with her. She’s on the road so much, performing a lot and touring overseas, we hardly ever get to see each other socially anymore.”
    Truth be told, Darnelle and I’ve been seeing more of each other than I’m able to let on, even with my father. I’ve just spent the last six months training her in the lifestyle.
    “That would be perfect if she agrees to come. And, let’s just keep her sexual orientation between us. Shall we? Lydia is an unyielding homophobe.”
    Another reason added to the laundry list of reasons why I don’t particularly like my father’s wife. I suppose next I’m going to learn she’s racist against some other people-group.
    “Are you sure this is a good idea, because if Lydia says anything offensive to my friend—”
    It is beyond me how a man can be married to a gentle soul like my mother and then remarries so poorly after her death. I’m sure my father’s loneliness played a huge part in impairing his judgment this time around.
    “She wouldn’t say anything; she just might not extend any further invitations.”
    “How can you abide such hypocrisy?”
    “When you love someone, you’re able to overlook a multitude of character flaws.”
    “Which is why I will never seek a relationship involving feelings that blind you to who someone really is.”
    “Never say never, son. Someone will come along who’s perfect for you, and you won’t be able to resist her appeal.” my father says.
    Within eight hours I would begin to believe my father might be clairvoyant because of that very statement.
     

     
    I chuckle inwardly as I think of what my stepmother’s reaction is going to be when I enter her home with Princess Danai on my arm, and collide with a petite powerhouse of a woman in an electric blue suit that hugs her curves so well, it looks like she’s been poured into it. The matching high heels display a considerable length of caramel toned legs despite the vertical deficit she’d maintain against my formidable height without them.
    Hair smoothed away from a gorgeous exotic face, spills down her back in a ponytail which hovers over a firm round ass that makes my cock twitch for the first time in—I actually don’t recall how long it’s been since I’ve had this reaction to a woman.
    “Excuse me, sir. I’m so sorry. I should’ve knocked first.” She’s so