Twilight10
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Sebastian Moran lived alone in a one-story ranch-style home on a quiet, tree-lined street in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood in a quiet, tree-lined town. He needed a house - not an apartment or a shared condo - because the things he did with women took privacy.
He thought of himself as a sort of personal trainer, but instead of honing the body he honed the mind. His job was to train women of all ages to explore their sexuality and become willing slaves. His clientele changed so much that he wasn't particularly in making the women his own slaves; he simply liked the challenge of breaking in their minds and bodies and teaching them to serve their masters, to become willing whores for one or more men.
Twenty-nine years old, Sebastian was quite tall - 6'3'' - and muscular, weighing approximately 220 pounds. He kept in good shape because he knew his "clients" expected it. He had shaggy brown hair, parted in the center, with a flat chin and penetrating green eyes.
Most of the women came to him willingly; many, in fact, came to Sebastian through his best friend, Pierce, who acted rather like an agent, booking girls for Sebastian's services. Pierce had called him this morning, in fact, to tell him that a young lady was interested in some informal training. "Just a practice round, she told me," Pierce had said. "She's curious about this lifestyle, but wants to ease into it."
Sebastian said he understood. He waited now in his spacious living room, which had two plush couches, several bookcases, and a flatscreen TV all resting atop wine-colored wall-to-wall carpeting. He liked to live well, and the money he received from these girls allowed him to do just that. He poured himself a small glass of red wine while he waited for his client to arrive.
Sebastian Moran lived alone in a one-story ranch-style home on a quiet, tree-lined street in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood in a quiet, tree-lined town. He needed a house - not an apartment or a shared condo - because the things he did with women took privacy.
He thought of himself as a sort of personal trainer, but instead of honing the body he honed the mind. His job was to train women of all ages to explore their sexuality and become willing slaves. His clientele changed so much that he wasn't particularly in making the women his own slaves; he simply liked the challenge of breaking in their minds and bodies and teaching them to serve their masters, to become willing whores for one or more men.
Twenty-nine years old, Sebastian was quite tall - 6'3'' - and muscular, weighing approximately 220 pounds. He kept in good shape because he knew his "clients" expected it. He had shaggy brown hair, parted in the center, with a flat chin and penetrating green eyes.
Most of the women came to him willingly; many, in fact, came to Sebastian through his best friend, Pierce, who acted rather like an agent, booking girls for Sebastian's services. Pierce had called him this morning, in fact, to tell him that a young lady was interested in some informal training. "Just a practice round, she told me," Pierce had said. "She's curious about this lifestyle, but wants to ease into it."
Sebastian said he understood. He waited now in his spacious living room, which had two plush couches, several bookcases, and a flatscreen TV all resting atop wine-colored wall-to-wall carpeting. He liked to live well, and the money he received from these girls allowed him to do just that. He poured himself a small glass of red wine while he waited for his client to arrive.
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