Getting out of a taxi, I hurry toward the waiting line of “The Black Belt” club. Shaking like a leaf, despite wearing a leather jacket, I’m rubbing my arms and legs. Vapor comes out of my mouth as I exhale and my lungs burn as I inhale but I don’t mind. I love the cold and this club is worth the wait.

It doesn’t take long for me to get in and, after I give my coat to the booth lady, I go sit by the bar. I can see my sexy self in the mirror above the bar. I always look good in black leather and chains. My collar is tight but I like it that way. I’m a submissive and proud of it.