Jon kissed me and told me not to be scared. I undressed him and knelt to slip off his boots and trousers. “I like men who know their place” he sai...d. “How would you feel wearing a collar and leash?” He asked.I felt horny. It was a fantasy, a dream of one to be at the feet of a sexy strong Dom, collared and in chastity and quickly agreed.”Stay” he ordered and left me on my knees in his living room while he went upstairs. I watched in awe as he walked toward the stairs. He was fit and stocky and I. Thanks.”I put my shit on the floor behind the recliner, and jogged back upstairs.“Sean, buddy! Holy crap man!”“Dave!”I gave Uncle Dave a hug, and said, “How’s New York treating ya?”“Great! I love the city. How’s State?”“Can’t get enough. Got stuff for you guys.”“Nice, nice. Come say hi to the girls.”Him saying that brought back old memories. Stacy was a year younger than me, and we had one Christmas when we really were like little best friends. We were like eleven, and after that, we never saw. She always looked perfect. Even when she worked out she lookedlike she just came from a Nike ad. I rarely saw her wear jeans. Casualfor her was leggings and a fashionable top. Don't misunderstand meabout Katie. When she wanted to she could be just as beautifullydressed as Jen, but that wasn't her style.Jenny dropped all the bags on the coffee table and walked over toinspect me. Turning to Katie, Jenny complimented her on the prep work.Even noticing the robe and saying that it was a nice. That night we had talked about my experiences at high school. I had gone to an all boys school, a very sports-oriented one at that, and I was always terrible at sports. I didn't have any real excuses, I suppose, since it isn't like I was uncoordinated, at least not terribly so, or overweight, or asthmatic, or any of the other problems kids who never seem to take to sports often have. I just hated sports, and me and the sorts of guys who were good at sports never seemed to get along anyway.As I.