A U R O R A
It took months of persuasion and hours of smooth talk to convince Marco to take me to visit The Leather House with him. The club has been a great revelation and a sanctuary of b**m indulgence I haven't had the pleasure to experience, saving otherwise my last unexpected trip. It wasn't like we didn't experiment or lavish in s*x the past couple of months when essentially that was all we did, but the lure of the den of pleasure crawled at me several times.
The only condition for his acquiescence to take me to TLH with him was the display of epitome submission. And I understood it because he exuded an aura of power and intangible dominance and ruled the place with an iron fist, and any error from my end would reflect poorly on him.
Maybe for this reason alone I dressed to perfec
