“The Seattle fetish scene was growing, changing, and Mephisto was always working hard to be sure it was changing for the better. People in the community looked to him as a leader, and he took that responsibility seriously. He didn’t just host sex parties and club nights, but also organized classes on safety and responsible techniques. BDSM and power exchange involved a lot of pleasure, but the possibility of danger too. Nothing upset him more than someone getting hurt on his watch. Like Molly. M...ephisto brooded for weeks about the parting talk they’d had. He finally had to admit to himself that perhaps he hadn’t saved her after all. That, perhaps, he’d pushed a damaged and emotionally fragile woman toward a man too powerful and charismatic for her to resist. What could he have done differently? You could have kept her for yourself. You could have shown her a less controlling form of slavery. But would that have been enough for her at that time in her life? She had seemed so happy.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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