June 2018
Holy. s**t.
After promising Mike that I would “be a good pup,” whatever that meant, I was left on my own to explore the club. As I emerged from the long dark entry hallway, I felt like I had appeared in some sort of twisted carnival of my dreams. Come one, come all, for the ride of your life.
Music thrummed loudly all around, and everywhere I looked, it was like I got my own personal peep show. Porn had nothin’ on this place. A beautiful couple appeared to be setting up onstage for some sort of demonstration involving a Saint Andrew’s cross and hot wax. I could make out the sub’s excitement from the rise and fall of his bare golden chest as it glistened with perspiration.
To my right, a tall lanky middle-aged man knelt between the legs of a silver fox who was groaning and for
