Check Out the Site, I Guess

There was a link at the bottom of the second window. Clicking on it closed the message window and opened my browser, through the VPN, and took me to a site.

I was already signed in, which might have seemed strange if I hadn't seen the phone working without a battery a minute ago.

Username: BleachBeginner. Maybe not what I would have picked, but it gives the idea.

The site was what you'd expect. Dark background, pictures of people naked, bound, with all sorts of sensual **** devices being used on them. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been on sites like this before. But there'd always been something missing, at first something I couldn't name, and then something I didn't dare. That wouldn't be a problem anymore, I supposed.

There was a notification for a message, but I clicked on my profile, first. Might as well see what the supernatural being filled in.

Male, white, late 20s, dominant. So far so good.

'I've had an interest in raceplay for a long time that I've tried to suppress. Done trying to hide it, now. Looking for submissive, local women of color to explore raceplay.'

Fairly bland and inoffensive, considering the content. Below that was a long list of kinks, almost comprehensive, running heavy on degradation, emotional sadism, and corruption. If not quite comprehensive, it was a pretty solid representation of the other sorts of things I was into.

I was part of groups--White Male Asian Female, Black Slaves and White Masters, Chicas and White Papis... Some of the group names were ridiculous, but got the message across. All races welcome. There was even one about white couples sharing a sub of color, which didn't sound terrible.

Maybe the most surprising bit were some of the photos, pictures of me that I didn't remember taking. From tame to suggestive to "showing my cock in the best light". Honestly, I couldn't have taken better pictures if I tried. They were pretty flattering, all things considered; not quite lying, but looking a bit more fit and a bit broader shouldered than I actually was. The being--my guardian angel, apparently--was even kind enough not to show my face in any of the nude shots.

I should have been more freaked out by this...angel...having pictures of me without me knowing. By now, it was both the least strange and the least fucked up any of this would get.

I was stalling. Figuratively sitting there with my dick in my hand when someone had already messaged me.