I am His Doll

"I don't think the club is the place for me," I remarked, lacking any real interest in the club he was referring to. Sex clubs, the ultimate haven for men, were a concept I was familiar with. "What if I invite you?" he proposed, gently grasping my hand and caressing its back with his thumb. "There's a costume party tonight, and I would like you to accompany me." "You need to learn," he insisted, his eyes filled with intensity. "Will you come with me?" Although it was the first time he had sought my opinion, attending a costume party at a sex club was not something I desired. I could only imagine the potential consequences of such an event. The dimly lit space was filled with an array of provocative women and pole dancers adorned in black lace garters, while men and women alike scoured the crowded room, driven by their own desires. The atmosphere was one of intoxication and promiscuity. I recalled a time from my childhood when my father would go out to socialize, and my mother never bot