A valuable Sub must be docile, but it’s more than that. This lifestyledemands a Submissive to have full trust in their Dominant which requires honesty and self-awareness from both parties. Both must have good intentions and a full understanding of each other’s limits. Ideally, they have to have a good ‘why’ story for me to show interest in long-term contracts.
I have yet to encounter anyone who wants to show me they desire this lifestyle as much as I do. That’s why my methods are the way they are. There are too many that come here just to ‘see what it’s all about.’ Don’t get me wrong, for a night, I’m happy to take complete control of those blank-slate newbies – and I’m more than happy to administer proper punishment to those who don’t obey Daddy’s rules.
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I started Club Crawl years ago when I moved to Los Angeles. I had some money and a wild dream to be a positive influence on others. I know what you’re thinking: How could opening a sex club be a positive influence on others?
My life for so long just felt like Groundhog Day. Over and over, wake up and do the same thing, be the same person I had always been. After messing up my baseball career, nothing around me felt like it was ‘mine’; no one felt familiar, and more than anything, to connect with people again. Growing up, I talked with some of my guy friends about sex, but my desires always tended to be a little less common. But what better way to connect with someone than through these bodies we have? Through passionate, honest, multi-sensory experiences like the BDSM world had to offer?
That is what led me here. Club Crawl reignites your inner feral appetite. It’s more than a kink club, more than a place you go to just to ‘get off.’ The connections people makehere are safe, contractually arranged, and private—a fun opportunity to live out your wildest fantasies without judgment. Talk about stress relief; these high-powered businessmen and women need more than a one-night stand to decompress from their demanding daily routines.
It’s more than a good time—it’s a whole lifestyle. And we treat our members like the VIPs they are.
Each member is required to wear a mask when entering the club. The masks are customized to accommodate each member’s profile and delivered personally by our staff to a confidential location determined prior to a secure drop-off.
Member masks are color-coordinated by experience:
Red signifies that the person is a new member, visitor, or novice. Blue means they are taken, collared, and not interested in group activities. And black means…anything goes.
Inside each mask is a personalized chip that stores their preferences and entry details. Once scanned at the door, it gains them access to the club and any amenities their membership allows.
Offering these clear distinctions in ‘experience’ makes it easier for everyone to navigate the scene. The concept of covering our faces with a mask for discretion adds to the excitement for members and, most definitely for me, as if the kink rooms and limitless access to toys and equipment to play out relatively any scene you could imagine weren’t enough.
I guess it all derives from my own mask kink, to be the man behind the mask and remain in control 100%. No one to look down on you or to make you feelless thanfor your fetishes. It’s freeing while also allowing for a sense of secrecy and security.
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Scanning around the dark room, seeing mostly familiar covered faces, my eyes abruptly stopped their prowl when I met piercing blue eyes that brought back a recent experience. I recognized her from the last open-door night. I took her to my private invite-only Red Room, tied her down to the bed, and gagged her tight little mouth with my cock. She was a virgin to this lifestyle and fun to play with, but she was too anxious and bouncy for me to have more than once. And she was made fully aware of my intentions before our session. That’s one thing about me: I’m an open book. I’m always transparent with my subs.
I didn’t expect to see her here tonight. I thought I had scared her off when I showed her little mercy after calling me ‘Sir’ instead of ‘Daddy.’ She was well aware of my rules and the consequences that came with disobeying them way before she set foot in my domain.
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Our front doors swung open again to a group of women looking like delicious little sluts, wearing intricate designs of lacy lingerie and skin-tight dresses. My eyes stopped on a timid woman with dark locks that cascaded in perfect ringlets down over her curves.
She nervously watched the floor, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone. Her lips were painted a crimson red, matching the tight dress she wore, which showed off her attractive body. Her eyes were mysterious and deep, framed by a red lace mask.
My cock pulsed as I watched her move cautiously like she was walking on a tightrope toward the bar with Lacy Goodwin, one of my elite members. Lacy was among the few women to ever turn me down at the club. It became a running joke between us, yet she continued to pay my fees to participate in our open-door night, usually bringing in some spectacular pieces of eye candy – but none as perfect asthisbeauty right here.
She kept her head low—naturally a good girl, ready and waiting for Daddy’s orders. Not many women have ever drawn my attention immediately like this one. She had all my attention, like a moth to a flame, standing in that red dress on her silky, fair skin.
My eyes stalked her every move. While waiting to be served at the bar, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress to divert her nervousness. Her demure movements made my cock twitch. I wanted so badly to rip that dress off of her and expose her perfect body for my fingers and tongue to explore.
I pulled out my cell, typed a message, and slid it back into the breast pocket of my designer suit. A moment later, Bryce, the bartender, slid a Cosmo toward the mystery woman and pointed in my direction. Her gaze slowly searched until her round, deep brown eyes met mine. My breath hitched at the magnificent sight before me.
I raised my hand, motioning for her to come to me with my middle fingers, the same ones I would use to pleasure her. She shook her head shyly. A low, possessive growl escaped my lips as I tried to practice restraint and stop the urge to send my bouncer down to bring her up to me.
No, she will come to me when she wants me like I know she will.Daddy never begs.
She held my gaze for a moment and quickly looked away. Lacy whispered in her ear. They both chuckled, yet the mystery woman’s conflict was evident as she looked up again at the balcony.
All I had to do was ask my good girls at the front door who she was. My good girls always stayed on top of everything, paying close attention to the fresh meat we welcomed as new patrons, especially Miss Rice.
“Jacob, ask Miss Rice to meet me in my office immediately.”
Jacob was one of my bouncers and a good friend. On busy nights, he stayed close by. Open-door events tend to get a little crazy,with many newcomers unfamiliar with our ways here at Club Crawl. You either adapt, or you don’t come back. There’s zero tolerance for bullshit.
That’s a sure fire way to stand out in a crowd…
