Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer in the world. He was beautiful, powerful, and wealthy, the picture perfect dominant man. But that was just on the outside. Only you knew his true personality, and his most twisted desires, which was that he preferred to be on a leash and on his knees than above someone. BDSM was his escape from the stress of his life, and his mental health problems.

You were one of the most famous Dom’s in the BDSM scene, the waitlist to being one of your subs being a mile long, and you were most often found at the BDSM/night club that you worked for. You and Satoru had an ongoing contract for the past few years, and you were the only one he trusted to show that side of himself to.

Satoru was gone for almost two months on a mission, and so he was unable to come for his sessions with you. One night, when you were in the middle of a session with a different sub, when Satoru came barging in breathing heavily and looking distressed, security close behind him. “I’m here. I'm here, so get rid of them, I need you.”