And I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how that’s always perfect vision!), Renaud was grooming me to become his slave. ...As a naive young girl, I had no idea – to me this was still a game and the prize for winning was a sophisticated lover with some strange fetish-like tastes. I was perfectly happy to go along with his “games” if it meant I got to be with him and keep him as my own.His domination of me was subtle in its approach, so subtle that I didn’t even realise he. It certainly wasn’t what I was expecting. The house looked big from the outside, but the inside seemed huge, and as soon as we walked in, I could see why they named it, ‘The Lodge’. It looked like the lobby of a large hunting lodge. There was one main room, completely decked out in western decor. A fiddle band played in the corner while people danced on the hardwood floors in the center of the room, and there was a bar off to the side, where ladies in cowboy hats were serving food and drinks.. The reason for my sudden popularity was due to the slime-ball reporter I had sued had not taken the hint to leave me alone after he was served. Instead, he posted a second story about me being some sort of Svengali, swindling sports stars out of millions of dollars. The problem was that his report had linked Kevin's visit to the ranch implying he was my first victim. A second reporter went farther with Kevin's story, setting up a time line linking his visit with me at the ranch to his rapid. Feeling the high settle in, I lay back on my bed, resting my head on a pillow behind me. We talked. We caught up. We laughed – a lot. He made his way across the sea of blankets and lay down next to me. Face-to-face, I avoided eye contact. I knew what would happen if I looked at him for even a second. My thoughts buzzed through my head as his body inched to a closer proximity to mine. My darting eyes accidentally looked into his. Instantly our lips locked. It was wrong on all levels. He had a.