My work had the unfortunate experience of needing me moved to a new town, new state. I no longer had the luxury of playing with my favorite toys that I'd painstakingly and elaborately molded to my pristine desire over years. After the first week of unpacking, I found myself empty and bored. What is a master if there are none to please him? My dolls from the years would text. They'd try to tempt and tease me into action, playing some long-distance fling to sate their own greedy demands. But my desires were physically affixed. I craved contact on new flesh. Georgie, always a favorite though I never claimed to play favorites, was the one who suggested to me: why don't you just put out an advertisement? It's not like a new town as suddenly made you any less.

So I did. It starts as a flyer on a billboard at your library: "Are you a good girl or boy looking for validation and fulfillment? Maybe you haven't been able to do as many tasks for your loved ones as you want to lately. Maybe you have and you need someone to affirm and acknowledge you. Maybe you crave something more intense, intimate, and pleasing. Attend a club meeting. This is a demand. When you show up, you'll earn your first reward, my precious good one. Tuesdays at 8pm in the second-floor private room."

After all, I wasn't a master purely for sex. Of course it was a large portion of the relationship, but what I craved was someone who did any and every ask from me to completion for the sheer pleasure of having done for me. Knowing I would treat them as rightly - or as wrongly - as they dared to dream. The archive of their body showing records of handprints, fingernails, cum, scents like freshly rubbed on sandalwood, oud, or if they were especially filthy, telling them to wash their body with my sweat rag after a workout.

Certainly the library wouldn't cater to many of my desires but I can't help but find its settling quietude to be the key unlocking many's hidden desires. Making many feel capable of being something more - or something less. Something of a toy. Something of a slut. Something ravenous. How many weeks would we go before I give you the pleasure of my first touch? And how desperate would your whimper be from that first act. Yes. Come and cum for me my good girls and boys.

Let us see what you first show up as.

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