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Those were the last words my gangsta bull said to me. Before he sold me. I had a choice - go back to my husband and forget I ever kidded myself about being black-owned. Or do what I was told. Can you guess what I decided to do?

I didn't know what to expect when my editor ordered me to do a story about Club-sub. My boyfriend was all for it. But I never thought of myself as submissive and I didn't get chastity belts. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why indeed.

I shuddered at the sight of all that accumulated pain. Our lives changed when Marcy, my new Domme, took the key to my chastity belt away from my boyfriend. Now she wants to take me to the Discipline Floor. I never asked what went on down there, but I know enough about it to understand what discipline means - whips, floggers, riding crops, and canes.

My wife Natalie's body count blew me away when she finally gave me her number. And I thought I was a wanton libertine! But it makes sense, given how beautiful she is. I still can't believe she married me. Even more unbelievable is my preoccupation with things too weird for words. And her tolerance of my weirdness. Tolerance? Hell, she's all in.

After a full year in chastity, where my boyfriend Deke kept me locked in a steel chastity belt virtually 24/7, I got a new assignment from my editor. She was the reason I went to CLUB-sub in the first place and now she wants me to go back. I've been visiting the Club at least three times a week for months, but I always visit the tenth floor, the Chastity Floor. Now Eleanor wanted me to go to the ninth floor, the Bondage Floor. I knew Deke would be just as enthusiastic about my new assignment as he had been about my first one. If anything, I'm surprised it took so long for it to happen.

I didn't know what to expect when my editor ordered me to do a story about CLUB-sub. My boyfriend was all for it. But I never thought of myself as submissive, and I didn't get chastity belts. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why indeed.

My wife Claire and I have been active in the hotwife/cuckold lifestyle for a few years and it's been great. It took me a long time to convince her it's what I wanted, but now she's all in. In fact, she just told me she's open to other, kinkier ideas. I've got some ideas of my own. We just have to find out how far each of us is willing to go.

We're all crazy in our own way. When I met my new neighbor I never dreamed she would be such a bad influence on me. But she was. She taught me things I never knew about myself. Things I had no idea even existed. Things I never even fantasized about. Until one day...

I want to ask you how far you're willing to let me take you. My boyfriend, bull, pimp, whatever, is blunt, as always. But I can't give him an answer. I don't know the answer. So we'll explore. Together.