What goes on behind that door? You’ve been here long enough to wonder. You sometimes see the men here scurrying to or from that door, seen them slipping in as everyone else goes home for the night, watched them slipping out early in the morning or just after lunch.

It slams with such an ominous thud. The men who go in sometimes look excited, sometimes nervous, sometimes very grim, but they always come out smiling and calm. Though sometimes they do seem to walk a little stiffly.

When you pass by you can sometimes hear a voice, a woman’s scolding or talking softly, a moan, either male or female, and sometimes a sharp crack followed by a male yelp.

Just what is going on in there?

You don’t know, but you are starting to think you want to be part of it…

What would it be like to be called through that door? What would I do to you? What would you say? Are you there for pleasure or pain? Do you care either way?

Step through the door and find out. I am waiting for you.

~Charlotte