Five years later. . .

People just don’t know their limits, do they? I communicate my needs and wants politely, yet some still insist on crossing the line I drew.

Infuriating.

“P-Please stop!” screamed the man in front of me, his face twisted in agony. “F-Fucking stop!”

I’d booked this room at this expensive hotel and even ordered some toys and handcuffs for my own enjoyment. But I quickly realized that those toys could serve... alternative purposes.

It was such a joy seeing ...