er

in red. Tasha, my evening sub, feels secure enough to leave my presence in the private room I rented at The Dungeon of Deco

in the room designed for torturing the flesh of submissives. Even

more than I needed to in an attempt to prove myself to the board as the new CEO of Portlan

r his wing and taught me that while work is important, one sho

was suggesting that he and the friends he mentioned play racquetba

nts' fraternity at a nearby BDSM club called The

hat, at thirty-five, I ought to be getting married and starting a family. I've been told that I can

elong. All of the men in our diverse group are also very wealthy. We all have to conceal our secret lives

e club attracts men from all over the United States. Because women who a

One-time scenes are what I like. After a week or so of following up with the women I've played wit

ience because I have studied techniques a lot. I am especially skilled at bon

fessional or personal contexts. If it piques my interest, I dive righ

ve caused two of them to end. When I was a college student, Janet said

majority of my time had to be spent at work. I was eager to advance. Another woman

my annual income exceeded one billion dollars. Tracy, a grocery store janitor's daughter, desired a better life. I i

ched her small waist. I had found an angel, according to the bright

family. She told me she was pregnant when she presented me with

had also informed me that she was getting a birth control sh

ctor's office, she was enraged. I immediately realized that the woman was attempting to coerce

time after her. I'm not damaged. Simply put, I'm too busy to ha

gression to cuddling and satisfying that need. And ever since I joined the club, no w

and outright lies to enter into turbulent relationships, an

until I discovered the BDSM world that I realized that. They have been forc

rior to the others. Furthermore, one is not possible without the other. The natural order of thin

ll out of the question now. That is the past. As long as she doesn't belong to a man who wants her to be with him exclusively, I'm fr

. While talking about the specifics, one becomes lustful and hot. It can be difficult to keep our hands to ourselves while we express our

nock on the darkly stained oak door le

earing a lot of makeup has his arm around her. This one he

black lounge pants. Yes. Am I a quiet

he looks into my eyes and pats my cheek. Yo

on't let her touch me until we're acting, "Baby, if yo

as she whispers

ell you handle what my friend dishes out." I move aside

ould demonstrate your flogging technique on her. Accordin

y the way she looks at me over her shoulder

ow you, o

excited,"

w she will soon feel. "We're going