My First Live Taste of Sadism: Heart-Pounding Discovery
In that dimly lit warehouse room, cushions under me, wrists and ankles bound behind. Heart hammering. Gilles warned me: silent, invisible. No turning back now. The air thick with men’s chatter, ignoring me like I was air. My pulse raced—fear twisting with forbidden excitement. What was coming? My first real glimpse into his world, raw…