Smol Pt. 1

“Essentially, they are your ‘pet’.” He Paused, probably noting the confusion spreading across my face. “Somewhat of an adoption agency, mixed in with a brothel.”“So, these are…. Prostitutes?” I asked, a little rudely.“Well, no. It’s a licensed brothel so it’s completely legal. Everything is confidential. The girls are carefully screened and have their regular check-ups. You can view them online or go down to the place yourself. They each get their own room, there are webcams set up in their rooms and showers. However, you pay extra to view those. And even extra for one-on-one video sessions!” He added, getting more enthusiastic as I was getting less.“And they act like animals. Like… a dog.” I slightly scoff.“A PET,” he said, assertively. “They can adapt to personas of bunnies, kittens. Or pups. If you prefer.” He gave me a look.Sigh.“So, the infant version almanbahis şikayet of animals. Right. But, why? And how is this… sexy?” I ask.“Well, it’s more than just the kinky part of them dressing as a cute little kitten and lapping at your asshole. You are also their caregiver. You won’t be their ‘master’ as you would be in a BDSM relationship. Although, they aren’t impartial to the lifestyle.” He grins, “But you are so much more than that.”“How so?”“Well, with a slave, there can be degradation. Discipline. Humility. Belittling. And in Dominant/Sub relations, there is obedience, and completely submitting to one with trust and pleasure. That can work in and outside of the bedroom. But a caregiver… Much like the owner of an animal… there are many more aspects to it. As much as a pet relies on you, for protection, food, shelter… you also depend on the almanbahis canlı casino pet for affection and friendship. Make more sense?”I slowly nodded before taking the last drink of scotch from my glass and firmly set it back on the table between Larry and me.Getting dates was not a problem for myself. If all I wanted was the physical connection then that was an easy fix. However, I never seemed to connect with anyone on an emotional level. Something was definitely missing.One evening, after another disappointing date, I found myself frustrated and not just sexually. Giving up on the idea of dating, I hopped into bed and grabbed my laptop and thought I would get some work done before the sandman calls. The card from Larry had slid out from where the laptop sat on my bedside and fell to the floor. Curiosity struck my fancy on this particularly almanbahis casino lonely night and I typed in the website, www.smol.com. “Submissive. Master. Obedient. Little.” read across my screen as the site loaded. It was an eighteen and over site and required you to comply with your real birthdate to proceed.June 18, 1985. Enter.A new page had loaded, previewing scantily clad girls of all backgrounds and body types. Some were collared and had kitty or bunny ears. Some were bound with cuffs and others with rope. The menu to the left of the page had “Live Cams”, where you could view into the bedrooms of these girls. You could pay for each session or subscribe to a package. The cameras were placed in different areas to have aerial and other views into their rooms. Another option available is to request one-on-sessions, just as Larry had said. While in these sessions, you are able to “tip” them or buy them treats such as something to eat or drink, served by waitstaff at the agency or by purchasing them an outfit and/or toy. All of these rooms were held in the adoption agency where most of these girls resided.