James knows a sub when he sees one — easily sniffing out his next submissive and inviting her home to experience a world of breathtaking BDSM delights.

No matter how many times I tell my friends I don’t like the bar scene — or the type of women I usually meet in gin joints — they insist on dragging me out. I’ve endured countless “happy hours” in the name of being a good sport, always wishing I were somewhere else, perhaps a venue that catered to my interests and predilections. That’s why, when I once again agreed to another night of sharing pitchers and watching my buddies hit on the unsuspecting women of our fair city, I wasn’t prepared to meet Amelia.

She was our waitress, a petite blonde with a shy smile. Dressed in her uniform, she resembled the rest of... Read More