Name: Jasper Hale

Age: 22

Current type of residence: Apartment

Roommates: None

Occupation: Student at University of Miami

Sexual orientation: Straight

Sub experience: None

Limits: None

Preferred sex of Dom: Female

Height- 6'1

Weight- 154

Eye color- Brown

Hair color- Brown

Body type- Muscular

Relationship status: Single

Note: Please attach recent photo of yourself.

We will contact you if we are interested for further questioning.

Please put this in a sealed envelope and give to the front desk at our premises.

"What do you think???" I asked in a nervous voice to Emmet.

"Looks iight man, you nervous?" He answered, all relaxed sounding.

"Very." I was after all, about to send this to a major Dom/Sub service. They would know personal stuff about me; they would know this is what I fantasized about. The thought made me shudder deeply.

Before I knew what hit me, I was standing in HIS office. The leader of all Dom's in New York. I was about to piss my pants. The phone call came yesterday from his receptionist, she just told me to be here at exactly 1:15. I hope I dressed right, navy blue button down and black slacks were appropriate, right? Or was I supposed to wear a tie? Or was I over-dressed? My mind was spinning faster then it ever had.

" will see you now." The same receptionist I had talked on the phone with told me. She was cute, brown short hair and a very tiny figure, she was also ridiculously tan, but she made it work somehow. She winked as I stepped into his office.

Once I stepped into his office the tension hit me like a few hundred bricks. I couldn't even get the guts to look at the man. I didn't know what he looked like, I had only heard about him through female friends who usually referred to him as "gorgeous" but that's not why I didn't look at him, I stared at the floor because this man, , knew my deepest, darkest, most personal secret, that I wanted to be a Sub. It was so emasculating. "Mr. Hale, that is your name correct? You are a male seeking a female sub? With no experience? Is this all correct?" He said in a mocking tone. I stumbled on words. "Y-y-es sir" I shouldn't have come here, he thought I was a joke. "Mr. Hale, look at me" I slowly looked up and I swear to God I felt like I was alive, like I had been dead my entire life and looking at that man brought me to life. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. All I could do was stare, stare into his deep green eyes, at his glowing soft ivory skin, at his sleek messy brown curls of hair, and the muscular smooth grooves of this mans body. All those girls were so wrong; gorgeous would be an insult to his beauty, there wasn't a word good enough. He seemed to have noticed my gawking, he cleared his throat knowingly and a small smirk appread on his lips, "Mr. Hale, there are no females Dom's available at this time, I am deeply sorry." He said in a voice that clearly said he was not sorry. ", er, sir…are there any…. male Dom's available?" A brief look of shock crossed his face, but before I could make sure his face was back to that perfect poker face he seemed to have mastered. "Yes, there is one male Dom available" He admitted, he was biting his lip. Oh how I wish my teeth were biting that lip. "Who is it, sir?" I questioned. Please be him. Please be him. PLEASE. "Me" He answered, looking deeply at my face. "I-I-uhh" I mumbled, sounding like a complete and total idiot. He grinned, "Well judging my the redness of your skin, the sweat dripping down your neck, and the fact that your slacks seem to have grown, ah, shall we say tighter, you would like me to be your Dom, even though I am a male…?" I couldn't do anything but nod. Sweet jesus he was good. He stood up and strode so he was standing directly in front of me, my breathing hitched. My skin was burning with the desire to reach out and touch his body. He slowly took his finger and ran it down my chest, licking his lips slowly. He stopped right above my belt buckle. "You're willing to do whatever I say, whenever I say it, no questions asked?" He breathed out. Ha. He was out of breath too; guess I wasn't the only one. "Yes" I whispered, my voice heavy with lust. He slapped me across the face, making the flesh sting. "You will call me master at all times, understood?" His eyes were black and he looked honestly angry with me. "Yes, master" I managed to get out. "Good boy" He approved. His finger slowly slid down the front of my pants, running his long finger along the length of my now fully erect member. "P-p-pplease master" I begged, aching to be touched more. He simply chuckled and moved back down to his desk. "You have much to learn. You will not be getting any release today, nor tomorrow, probably not even this week, behave well, and maybe, just maybe I shall change my mind. Be at my house at 8:00pm sharp tomorrow night, do not be late Mr. Hale."

"So how was it bro? Got some hot chick to throw you around in her bed? How big are her tits? What's her name?" Emmet screeched he second I entered the door.

"His name is Edward Cullen." I whispered.