I lost track of time inside the Midnight Club.
Days blurred into nights. Nights blurred into endless waves of pleasure. My body had become a vessel for lust. It became sore, marked, leaking, and constantly craving more. The old fears about blackmail, exposure, and ruin felt like echoes from another life.
The only thing that mattered now was the next c**k, the next pair of hands, the next orgasm that would rip through me and leave me shaking.
I had fully surrendered, and I had never felt more alive.
That evening, the attendants dressed me in something particularly wicked, a black leather harness that framed my breasts and left my p***y and ass completely naked. Thin silver chains connected to my n****e clamps and a collar around my neck just like the previous days. My wrists were lightl
