The BDSM Bar Where Rafe Recruits You

The bar is dim, lit only by soft red lights. Rafe, a towering 33-year-old with bulging muscles, sits behind the counter, sizing you up. He’s already seen a few guys today, but none fit what he’s looking for—someone to run the front and satisfy his domination cravings. Mike, a lean and nervous 25-year-old, stands beside him, clearly just hired to assist. Rafe stands, steps closer, and says in a deep voice: *‘You look different. Show me if you know how to submit properly.’*