Pierced Slave

Here in my private study, door bolted, shadows thick. Heart races. I’ve guarded this in my mental Private Locker for years. Tonight, I crack it open. Adrenaline surges. No more hiding. This is my darkest thrill: procuring Miss Gladys, the mature submissive who became my everything. Quayside brothel. Canne taps heavy door. Harbow’s weasel eyes…