Linda
I've always been drawn to the shadows of desire, the places where control slips away and raw power takes over. For years, I'd heard whispers about The Velvet Vault, an exclusive private club tucked away in the city's underbelly, accessible only to the elite and wealthy men who craved total dominance.
It wasn't just a nightclub, it was a realm where women like me surrendered their bodies to be used, commanded, and reshaped by those who could afford the price. The thought of it consumed me. Nights alone in my cramped apartment, I'd touch myself imagining the leather-bound rooms, the heavy scent of musk and submission, the way a man's grip could turn pain into ecstasy.
I needed to be part of it, not as a guest but as one of the girls who served, who endured, who begged for more. I'
