Never had I seen a man so pale and so perfect before. I blinked, and he was peering over my shoulder. "Why am I here?" I whispered. "Because you want ...o be. The night circus is here for those who wish it to be. You desire pleasure. The pleasure of the flesh," he replied. I sucked up air as I felt hot lips on my neck. I shuddered as he parted my hair and bit the small of my neck. Suddenly I was pushed against a wall. His long fingers curled within my hair as we kissed. I wanted him to take me. I. Part one. My name is Kara. I was nineteen when I began my journey into BDSM, and sexual exploration as a submissive. I was a waitress at a bar. I had been working there since I turned eighteen. There was this regular who came in almost every night, alone. He looked like a successful business man, always wore his work suit, and had his briefcase with him. He was quite older than me, probably mid to late 30s. He would order a rhy and coke, watch the game on tv, then two hours later would leave a. He rarely got more than a disinterested nod, but every now and then, he could sense interest in the eyes of the crew.Some days, to vary his routine, he would spend time going over the room, inch by inch, trying to identify any surveillance devices. The cameras were easy to spot, but he had found only two listening devices and he was sure there were more.Every night, before he went to sleep, he would spend going over what he had learned during the day. After a week, he was certain that he had. I quickly made a note of the reg on my phone and the description of the driver. The car was parked in front of a row of mansions worth probaly in excess of £15M most of which was gated. I rang the buzzer on a few of them but got no answer or spoke to the housekeepers who said thry didnt own the car. I came to the last house and rang the bell and spoke with a female with a soft voice who said the car belonged to her and her husband. To try and put her at ease I explained what I just saw and was.