Chapter 28 Dynamic Duo

I want to make it perfectly clear that when it came to my two cash bulls I adored them both the same. It's only human to have a favorite, I know, no matter how much you try not to, but in this case it was easy to like and treat them equally. They were such opposites. O'Hara was the slick New Yorker, Dingo the hick Aussie. O'Hara was moody, unpredictable. Dingo had one gear: full speed ahead. O'Hara was something of a challenge. He kept me on my toes. Dingo was easy and kept me on my knees.
My idea of course. Dingo wasn't big on ideas, or details. Kneel. Spread your legs. Suck it. Simple commands, easy to follow, accompanied by whatever cash I asked for. Innovations were my department, and he seemed indifferent to nearly all of them. Dingo just wanted to fuck me. Often. Nearly every day, and for two hours or more at a time. As you might imagine, I got a little weary of it, but to my surprise, I also grew fond of him. Isn't there a Mae West movie, or maybe it's Barbara Stanwyck, where she calls Wallace Beery or someone similar, "You big lug."? That's how I thought of my Dingo. A lovable big lug.

It was actually my idea to do bondage. Just for a change of pace, and changes of pace were not among Dingo's favorite things. But he finally agreed to try it, and guess what? I was soon calling him Master and became his "little slave." You know what? I just remembered something, and I'm thinking now that it's unfair to say he wasn't interested in details. When I first met him, he wanted the "real" me to put ice on my nipples. For a while, every time we did it, I had to go get ice from the refrigerator and cube myself. It was also his idea to bring in imaginary friends: a black woman with toys, then a black man. He didn't want to take the time to actually find someone, but he liked having his own cock and either the toys or the black man's cock in the same orifice at the same time, which even if it's possible, which I doubt, doesn't sound too pleasant to me. But did I ever say no to my Dingo? Not on your life. I was his little slave, after all. He could do with me whatever he pleased, and besides, he seemed to have an endless supply of lindens.

For a while on RLC I shut him off at forty minutes. And there were days on SL when I really didn't want to do more than an hour. His preferred time was two hours, all fucking all the time. His idea of foreplay was "take off your clothes." Then he'd change positions from time to time, and now and then say "You like it slave." Did I? It's a good question, and like all good questions is not easy to answer. Stay tuned.