The Red Collar Part Two: Disrepute

If her life was spiraling out of control because of her job at the Farm, a private BDSM club in the middle of nowhere upstate New York, it would have been fine. The problem, Analise realized, was that she was enjoying her job too much. Her life wasn't spiraling out of control. She was getting control of her previously boring life…

This is a 12,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part two of four. Originally published as one complete work.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM themes, consensual slavery, lesbian sex, group sex, pregnant sex, female submissiveness, and other graphic depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

"I don't judge. She has her fantasies, he has his. I don't control what they think. They pay their membership and time fees. I have no complaints."
"Do you get a lot of couples?"
"Most of our clients are couples, married couples. We're not a house of disrepute. We're an entertainment option."
"Right. Makes sense." It made no sense to Analise, but she went along with it.
"Here's the rub. Mr. Humphrey has some…unusual requests of his partners."
"Oh?"
There was a pause between the two women. "Are you willing to consider this?"
"His wife knows?"
"Of course."
She hesitated. It was too close to outright prostitution. "I don't know…"
Kim abruptly flopped open the folder and revealed a picture of Mr. Humphrey. He was about forty years old, incredibly handsome, and vaguely familiar.
"Wait a second, I know him. His name isn't Humphrey," Analise said.
"And now you come to one of the dirty little secrets of our enterprise…"