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two thousand square feet.
    “There’s a watermelon in the fridge, walk to the kitchen with me while I cut it?”
    Cassie nodded, a little overwhelmed at how domestic Frisco seemed. The place was spotless, there were no dishes in the sink, all surfaces shined and sparkled, and when he opened the refrigerator it held healthy foods, neatly ordered.
    He cut the watermelon into cubes in less than a minute, dumped them into a bowl, and walked her back to the living room. A quick flick of the remote and music played in the background.
    She opened her mouth as he held a watermelon cube in front of it, and groaned as she bit into the sweet fruit. His smile was cocky, as if he were responsible for the sound, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
    Laughing, he said, “Okay, we have a little less than an hour until Cam arrives. Are you sure you’re up to watching us in action?” Cassie nodded and he leaned back, away from her. “There’s no shame in changing your mind now, but once Cam and I start I don’t want you to do anything to make him feel ill at ease.”
    “I’m good,” she told him. “I want to see.”
    Nodding, Frisco said, “Okay, then. I need to explain our arrangement.” He leaned towards her again, but didn’t touch her. “I take on men to train in the lifestyle. I interview boys, decide who I want to work with, and then sign a one year contract to train them. They officially live over the garage, but spend the majority of their time in the house. They’re allowed no belongings in my home, their things are in the apartment.”
    He took a breath. “We aren’t in a romantic relationship. I don’t love the boys I train, and they aren’t to fall in love with me. We’re close and there’s affection, but I’m their trainer, not their boyfriend. I’m good friends with almost everyone I’ve taught, but once the contract is over I’m no longer their Master in any way. There are no more scenes. Ever.”
    Cassie tilted her head, a little horrified he could get so close to someone and then just send them away.
    “As I said,” he continued. “We each have contractual responsibilities.” He motioned to the room. “Cam keeps my home clean, makes sure I have clean clothes, handles the yard work, and shops for my groceries. He went shopping with me a half dozen or so times to learn the brands I like, and how to properly choose fruits and vegetables. He has a debit card to use when purchasing things for me, and while he usually eats with me, he keeps some food in his apartment for the days he needs to feed himself.”
    “I enjoy cooking,” Frisco continued after a short pause, “and I’ve taught him to cook dozens of dishes. He cooks when I’m tired, or sometimes we cook together.”
    Cassie leaned back. This was interesting but it wasn’t what she’d wanted to know.
    Frisco smiled and leaned back, too. “He’s nude in the house when it’s only the two of us. Outside of a scene, he only calls me Master in the playroom and bedroom because I don’t want him to mess up and say the wrong thing when my family visits. He has a cushion on the floor of my bedroom, and most often sleeps on it. I sometimes send him to his apartment, and on special occasions allow him to sleep in my bed.”
    “What do you train him to do? I mean, besides cleaning and cooking and choosing good fruits and vegetables?”
    Frisco laughed. “Never underestimate the value of a boy who knows how to do these things. So many people think slave training is all about the sex, and the sexual training is important, but is really a small part of what it takes to make a good slave.”
    He leaned forward and took her hand in his. “Cam is available to me sexually whenever I want him. He sometimes bathes me, washes my hair, massages me, and gives me foot rubs. We work on orgasm control, the ability to get erect on command with no stimulation, and the ability to go soft on command as well. He’s not doing so well with the latter, and is