I’m not big into the BDSM scene, but I’ve been dipping my toe into it for the last year.

Mostly that means going to a bar downtown that has a BDSM space upstairs. I like to sit and watch other women get blindfolded and flogged — there’s something titillating about seeing another person made that vulnerable.

There’s a guy there I see a lot: Jace. I’m sure that’s not his real name. He’s about six feet tall and buff in a lean way, and he has this smoldering-hot bad2boy thing going on: tattoos, dyed dark hair, even a little guyliner. Not even remotely the kind of guy I would normally date, but damn does he look hot in the dim light of the club while he’s dominating some lucky girl.

The club takes volunteers, but it took me months to get up the courage.... Read More