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Tony always knew how to handle me well and I guess that's why we managed to date for so long. Typing the URL, it loaded immediately and I clicked on the first video I laid my eyes on. The sound of a woman moaning loudly echoed through the living room of my house as her fingers rubbed her pussy. Seeing her like that had me wet in an instant. I sat well in bed ready for a self service session. I deserved it. I was a sex kink and any sex video, be it a lesbian video, a gay video or even straight as long as there were Ds and Vs, always got me off.

Papa’s club was horrible. A place for the filthy of the filthiest. Maksim hated this place and did his best to avoid it, but tonight, he couldn’t. Whatever fetish or kink you wanted to explore was found here. Powerful men and women frequented it to experience their darkest, kinkiest desires, their masks keeping their identities a secret. They knew him, but most of them didn’t know Camilla, hence why he needed her to wear a mask. He could feel her gaze on him as she awaited a reply.

I glanced at the screen, my brows furrowing at the notification. A match. I opened the message, and sure enough, it was from the discreet service I’d used months ago. A way to explore certain preferences and kink without risking my reputation. The offer was tempting, especially given the chaos in my life right now. A distraction might be exactly what I needed, but I had to reject the match. I had found the website of the kinky sex club from Thane, my friend, and also an Alpha. He had been a long member. He's in fact the club's ace in the primal play kink. Many members joined because of him, including me.

“Fair enough, sir. You promise confidentiality?” Adam immediately slides a non-disclosure agreement across the table. “Many high-profile clients come here—alphas, business leaders, lawyers. Kinks are nothing to be ashamed of, but the outside world doesn't always see it that way. You're young; you don't want to jeopardize your future. This document ensures that nothing discussed or done here ever leaves this club.”

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

Six months later After weeks of unemployment following the end of my relationship with Leland as my sugar daddy, I finally got a job in a small private kink club as a bartender where I serve non-alcoholic drinks to their members. Yep, consent was a big issue at the club so people need a clear head to make their decision and alcohol was never a good combination for clear-headed decision-making. I've been loving working at the club since the first day I started and months later I was comfortable that no one knew me and I start to get settled in my job.

The middle-aged man bowed and introduced himself, "I'm Erick White. Haven't we met at the Diamond club a while ago? We used to play poker together back then. Dave Clarkson was looking at him while gritting his teeth. Suddenly, he spat to the side and raised his face while cursing, full of emotion, "Fuck you! You're not from a classy family. Do you have the right to laugh at me? You see, your history will not be long. I will hunt down and kill you!"

"Just as a client. He keeps, or should I say, kept a VIP room here. It's a closed room with no windows. Some VIP rooms do have windows. You can see what I mean when you go inside, but I will try to explain this a little better." "Everyone has their own kink. Some like to watch, some like to be watched. I don't know what he was into, but he didn't want anyone watching. That's not really unusual though. Sex is a private thing. You figure out what you like and a partner that wants the same. BDSM is no different. We just don't judge each other here. Quinn would have been fine if she found a Dom that took care of her needs without hurting her. Things can be extreme without being torture or abuse.

It’s always about protecting the sub. In the end, the brat kneeled at my feet and begged for my forgiveness. Since she took her punishment, the subject is now done and over with, her slate is clean. Apparently, though, she must have done something over the top after leaving the facility, because I had gotten an email this morning that she would not be coming back due to her Daddy Dom breaking it off with her. No sweat off my back, we have a waiting list of people in the kink community that are wanting to be properly trained by us.