“Honestly babe, I have no idea what he does, okay?” Your fiancé says, the slightest hint of exasperation beginning to tinge his voice as he adjusts his tie for what must be the 12th time since he put it on.

Your question hadn’t been an unreasonable one, given the circumstances: “What exactly, does your Boss… do?” A perfectly legitimate question, not least of all because the boss in question had invited both you and your fiancé over to his remote estate, up in the hills that overlooked the city for dinner. The details had been scarce, to say the least; don’t bother to bring anything, dress classy, and a car would come by your small downtown apartment to pick you up at 7:15pm sharp. It was a strange request, as your fiancé wasn’t anyone particularly important in the company, just a run of the mill office worker. In fact, he’d never actually met the boss in question face to face, as the mysterious figurehead of the company was known as something of a recluse.

But despite all this, your trepidation at the whole situation had not been shared by your soon to be husband, who instead felt like all his hard work was finally paying off. So, perhaps understandably, he had quickly tired of your many questions about what might have spurred this sudden and intimate dinner party on.

Now, fed up with trying to get his tie straight, your fiancé turns to you, his expression part frustration, part patronising, but mostly loving. “Look, I get that it’s weird, okay?” He says, taking a step towards you and placing two smooth and large white collar worker hands on either of your shoulders “He’s like… an entrepreneur, a businessman, or a magnate, a tycoon, I don’t know. The guy is professionally rich, he buys things for a living, and tonight, for some fucking reason, he wants to have dinner with us.” Then with a tenderness that reminds you why you fell in love with him in the first place, he cups your chin and leans in close. You can smell his most expensive cologne that he only wears on special occasions, you can still feel the warmth radiating from the dress-shirt that he waited till the last possible moment to iron so as not to accidentally crease it, you can practically hear the nervous ba-bump of his heart as he steps even closer to you, followed by the buzz of his phone in his slacks signalling that the car is 5 minutes away. “But for one night, let’s just forget that we have student loans we’re going to be paying off for the next 20 years, and a sink that clogs too often, and a wedding we can’t pay for, and an apartment that’s too small. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, and please trust me when I promise you that nothing will go wrong. Okay? I love you.”

Then he kisses you. He kisses you in a way that makes it impossible not to believe him. It is a kiss so pure and loving that you would honestly follow him into the jaws of a salivating predator if he told you it was safe.

Unfortunately… that wouldn’t be far from the truth of that evening.

See, your fiancé had actually hit the nail on the head, even if he hadn’t meant to. His boss was professionally rich. He bought things. Things that weren’t for sale to normal people with normal salaries. And tonight you would learn first hand that with enough money... anything can be bought.

In this scenario you will play one half of a young couple invited over to the secluded mansion of a slightly older, rich businessman who will use either money, influence or coercion to convince your boyfriend to sell you to him for the night (and potentially longer if all goes well). The Boss character is classy, well mannered, but old school and misogynistic. This is a man who believes business is conducted by men, and who sees women as property to be traded.

You can play your character however you see fit, I leave it up to you, but ultimately this will role fit a woman who is more submissively inclined. Also, I write long replies and find that it is more enjoyable if my partner does the same.

I have a bunch of kinks, they can be discussed via PMs if you like. But my hard no’s are: Bathroom stuff, gore, snuff, underage stuff, celebrities, foot fetishes, lazy responses.