David.

David was about as happy as a 21 year old had any right to be. A family of women were willing to do basically anything he said. Maybe not rich but certainly well off, his family was doing okay but his mother made it clear that the money that was left was her nest egg. There would be no Lexus to drive around in his future unless he earned it himself a week ago.

He smiled running his hands over the leather trim and soft interior. Kenji had a nice ride. His first stop was suprisingly easy. Process some paperwork for his women and then quick stop to a sex shop to buy collars and some other things he thought would be fun. He saw exactly what he wanted the moment he walked in. It was a really nice collar locking in place with a key needed to take it off, and it had a really nice battery for the shock mechenism with remote controls.

They filled his head with ideas. He wanted to run right home and get started on his project, but he had to pass the Lucianos the tailor Kenji made the appointment with to get to the electronics store.

'a good leader knows when he is ignoring his people advice for a reason or when he is just swingging his dick about.' He thought quoting his father. He wondered as he pulled into the parking space what his father woukd think of all of this.

Walking in the place reeked of success. Fine leather chairs, scotch in the corner. Beautiful rich deep wood. A woman came out smiling her skin nearly as dark as the leather her face was beautiful.

She gave a confident smirk putting her hands on the hips of her sharp pencil skirt. "Mr. Fosta? Ya early." She said her accent deeply Brooklyn accent.

"Yeah a few minutes is Domino not in yet?" He asked looking her up and down not especially caring if he ever showed up at the moment.

"My grandfather passed last year I took over names Greta, I see that look in your eye if you want to do something with me I can't stop ya, but first let me ask ya a question. You wanna be Mr. Fosta or little Davy?"

"Huh?" He asked blown away by her attitude as much as her question.

She took his hand and pulled him in front of a bay of mirrors "look at you. Kimmy said she needed her Masta looking like the man in charge for that ya needed the best in town. I wont let you burn this 200 dolla Sears special in my dumpsta. Now feel this." She said thusting her arm out for him.

He ran his hand gently up and down the fabric feeling in the cuff as well as on the outside. He was impressed.

"What ya feelin is top of the line Satin, with a silk lining with full camel canvasing, measured, cut, and sewn by me a 6th generation tailoress with a starting price tag of $5000, that friend price, that's Kimmys price."

She walked over and poured 2 scotches taking a sip of one. "Now ya wanna take me? I can't stop ya, I wont try, but to be clear it will be **** no matter if the law recognizes it or not. And no **** on heaven and earth can make me pick up a needle for someone I don't wanna sew for, which yeah forever includes any man who sticks me with his needle without my say so. So I ask again. You wanna be little Davy with his dick wet and a 200 dolla dish rag to wear? Or do you wanna be Mr. Fosta?" She said gesturing to a fine suit on display holding out the scotch for him.

He looked her up and down floored by this woman on every level. She grinned "I know it's like chooin between two works of art ain't it?"