Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants….

Deep within the bowels of a seedy nightclub, hidden from prying eyes, there exists a world of erotic…

Deep, measured breaths fled my lips as I settled into my plush chair, the click of my headset…

The cold stone floor bit into my knees as I settled on all fours before her, my Mistress…

I saw the arrogant look in his eyes the moment he walked through my door. He thought he…