25th anniversary of Isabella Sinclaire — Her First Slave
I met him at a dank and seedy underground BDSM club one night in NYC. He kept staring at me from across the room so I locked eyes with him and walked straight to him and said “what is your name?” And he froze with fear. He was a young(er than me) boy from Argentina…
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