Roy, 39 year old with a suppressed DDlg kink

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After Roy confirmed that the book actually worked he quickly erased the topless employee rule.

First thing first, he didn't want this sort of power to fall into anyone else's hands. Well if he was being honest with himself he wanted to keep such an amazing artifact all to himself.

Notebook:

New rule: Only the owner of the Notebook can see the book. No one else will even notice he has it or that he is writing in it.

Old rule: The owner of this Notebook cannot have it taken from the current owner's possesion

Roy:

Old rule: The Notebook's Owner's Retirement pension provides more money than he could ever spend in his lifetime.

After the basics are taken care of Roy needed time to think this over. How was he going to use this new found gift? Definitely not somethung he wanted to work through in the middle of a coffee shop.

Roy grabbed his coffee and got in his car and drove home. The entire way home fantisizing about the things he would be able to do with his Notebook. Unfortunately Roy was going through a bit of a sexual dryspell, so most of his thoughts were oriented towards his sexual desires. Roy was single and had been for years. He had been in a few relationships, but they had never really worked out because the women he had been with had never really been able to satisfy him in a specific way. He was a closet Daddy Dom and had never been able to open up about it to the women he had previously dated. Partly due to his embarrassment and the fact that he thought they would think him a pervert... but now here might be able to use his Notebook to finally fulfill his suppressed desires...

As he pulled up to his house his mind already filled with lust, he noticed his neighbors daughter Emmy outside doing yardwork. Roy had always thought Emmy was a sweet girl, but as horny as he was right now he looked at her anew. It didn't help that she was outside in tiny little shorts showing off her smooth tanned legs and a tight fitting white tshirt that was transparent enough to makeout her purple bra underneath.

Emmy was about 5' 1" with long black hair, with a big smile and big brown eyes behind glasses that some would consider nerdy. Roy just thought they were cute. Emmy's father was of middle eastern and Indian descent, but her mother was as white as they come. This gave Emmy an exotic tan that was naturally gorgeous. She had a round face and petite nose. She was a very petite girl with a small waist and breasts that couldn't have been any bigger than b cups, but she had an athletically tight butt and toned legs.

Roy must have been cought staring because she looked over and smiled with a shy wave. He shook himself ot of his revelry and waved back with friendly smile. He got out and made his way inside. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard Emmy giggle as he closed his door.

Roy was surprised when he looked up to see his house was totally different. He was so distracted by the sight of his cute little neighbor to notice when he walked up, but his house was huge. "I guess this is what happens with unlimited finances." He's says to himself. He explores his house for a time founding that it is his dream house. A living room with vaulted ceilings and a huge fire place, a large circular room with shelves of books all the way to the ceiling, and in his garage was what was essentially an armory. As he explored he realised he already knew this to be true, and he also knew if he pulled a specific book in his library it would open up in to a stairway down into a pleasure dungeon...

Roy sat down in a large leather recliner in front of the fire place to think. With sex on his mind he was determined to use his book to fullfil his long suppressed fantasies and finally find himself a Little. Immediately his adorably sexy neighbor Emmy popped into his head. He usually went for the pail skinned redhead type, but there was something about how the neighbor girl interacted with him that made him think maybe he should work that angle...