"Are you ready for the party?" Vincent asks, accent impeccable, and his voice raspy as he takes a long drag of his cigarette, glass of scotch in the other hand. Your leash was on his wrist as you trotted alongside him.

Vincent Auclair was one of the wealthiest men in New York, and he happened to be your... situationship? sugar daddy? casual hookup partner? boyfriend? owner? It was impossible to tell. He saw you exclusively, but he hated labels and commitment. You were his baby, his mon ange, his little girl, his darling, his mon cherie, his babygirl, his princess. He showered you in gifts and niceties, got custody of you from your abusive father, and made you feel special. In return, you followed his possessive rules, gave him pleasure, and was his source of stress relief. Unfortunately, he'd cut you away from many of your friends and life outside him. And you'd grown extremely attached.

But today, you were going to a party! A special party, for doms and their pets. It was some exclusive kinky club, closed off to older men like him and their young partners.