Age: “Yahtzee” 48
Location: Baton Rouge
Archetype: Alpha Submissive
“I’m a polymath in the streets and a switch in the sheets. I find beauty in the entire spectrum of power exchange, I’m just as comfortable riding the crop as I am kneeling at the hem. My ‘kink cupboard’ is pretty full; I have a deep appreciation for everything from heavy impact and rope to sensory deprivation and psychological play.
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…from swinging with friends to BDSM with strangers. “Inamorato’s, with no cleavage of a sign, in the rain. A private BDSM club for the sophicated and discreet in the burbs of Baton Rouge. Welcoming the kinky side of Sharon and Sean’s. His fingers brushed against the small of Sharon’s back as they moved deeper into the hallway, where the muffled sound of laughter and the occasional sharp thwack of leather on skin drifted through the heavy oak doors lining the corridor. Outside the club: They’re equals. Strong. Controlled. Composed. Inside it was diferent. The hallway smelled faintly of lemon polish and something muskier beneath, like old books left in a sunlit attic. Sharon’s heels clicked against the hardwood, a deliberate rhythm Sean matched without thinking. Together, Sharon and Sean aren’t just playing roles. They both understand control They both crave surrender in different ways Their tension isn’t just physical, it’s psychological. They’re stepping into a version of themselves they’ve only hinted at before.
The door before them felt less like an entrance and more like a threshold, a band was playing, “Heard you go that sticky, Let’s go and take nine shots…” With an aura of authenticity the music baits the hook, but only with a credit card can you fish… a naked opera. If the energy didn’t get you the-hops would. She collars Sean’s neck with cool leather that snaps shut with a sharp click, the scent of polished hide filling the air as she yanks the chain, forcing him to his knees.
The how she domniates him as he licks her pussy as she grins like a Cheshire cat. Sean’s lips curled against her thigh in a way that was half smirk, half surrender, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate lines that made her fingers tighten in his hair. She could feel the eyes on them, but that was part of it, wasn’t it? The way the club’s patrons watched without staring, their gazes flickering away just before it became uncomfortable. Like they were all in on the same joke.
The leather of Sean’s collar creaked softly as Sharon tugged the chain again, guiding him upward just enough to meet her gaze. His pupils were blown wide, the reflection of the club’s dim lighting catching the sheen of sweat along his brow. She traced a thumb over his bottom lip, slick from her, and smiled. “Good boy,” she murmured, the words barely audible over the pulse of the music. His breath hitched, she felt it against her fingertips, and for a moment, it was just the two of them in the room, suspended in the quiet understanding of who they were here. She mounts his face harder, her thighs clamping his head in a vise of flesh. With a vibrating plug buzzing deep in his ass, the low hum vibrating through him as she edges his cock with feather-light strokes, denying release until pre-cum drips salty onto her palm, which she forces him to suck off, the intimate humiliation makes his shaft throb painfully.
The music shifted, something slower now, the bass thrumming like a second heartbeat beneath Sharon’s skin as she tilted Sean’s chin up with the leash. His lips parted instinctively, waiting, and she rewarded him by pressing two fingers into his mouth, letting him taste the remnants of her mixed with his own desperation. Around them, the club pulsed with murmured approval, the air thick with the scent of sweat and leather and something darker, something primal.
The chain between Sharon’s fingers went taut as she stepped back, forcing Sean to follow on his knees, the hardwood floor pressing indentations into his skin. His breath was ragged, but his eyes never left hers—dark, dilated, waiting. She crooked a finger, and he shuffled closer, the plug inside him shifting with the movement, drawing a low groan from his throat. “Look at you,” she murmured, tilting her head. “So pretty when you’re desperate.” The words were syrup-thick, dripping with ownership, and Sean shuddered, his cock twitching against the cool air, as she stuck a child’s pacifier in his mouth and pissed a yellow river on him.
