Not everyone is made to be a master. For many it's something you're born with or you're not. And even if it's in your family legacy, sometimes that quality can skip a generation. I adore my grandson, Jack. He's beautiful and intelligent and perfectly capable of deciding his own path. When I introduced him to the buyer's club, giving him a taste of power and privilege, I was surprised when he told me he felt off. Not that he was uncomfortable with the idea of men owning boys, but he found himself fantasizing about being one of the boys himself. It had never occurred to me that Jack would see himself as submissive, or that being owned would be something he would want or need. But I could tell he was sincere, and I couldn't deny him the satisfaction I know many of the boys had felt before him. I told him it wasn't easy. The demands of a slave can be intense, even scary at times. That different masters require different things, and it's not his pla...