Shoving a piece of onyx-colored hair out of my face; I pull the freshly laundered roleplay garments from my dryer, and rest the heaping pile on top to hang. To avoid wrinkles, I have to do it right away. The French maid costume is a pain in the ass to keep crisp. With my luck, I’ll have to iron the ruffles this time. The slutty nurse outfit isn’t much better. You don’t realize how tedious caring for fetish wear is until you have to wash it twice a week. Faux leather and latex outfits are done by hand, as is lace. Then they hang to dry in my spacious laundry room. I had this area gutted and expanded five years ago to service all my needs in one central location.
Two days a week I meet my men in the dungeon-separately.
Where we play and indulge in our deepest desires.
Where we fall in love not only with pleasure, but each other.
For years, it's been enough for us.
Until, it's not.
Somebody wants more.
With the demons one of us harbors and the pain another craves...can love truly conquer all?
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