The Professor

Mr. Tjark was a Professor with renown in the field of education and psychology at a small well known college. A shooting star in a field without much glamour in his mid forties. He was a hard man, a stern one who knew what he wanted. He had been in the lifestyle in secrecy for years. His presence could silence rooms, his hard stern gaze from ice blue cold eyes could make pupils shrink to nothingness without a word spoken. He had sparse very controlled body language but his smirk was feared. When he put it on he was about to tear a students words apart leaving nothing but ruins. His deep booming growl was known to be anything from amusement over approval to anger. People would have to know him well to type it correctly.

The Professor had heard about this club. A lot of rumors it was not only a high class strip club but that there was more about it. A hidden gentleman's club behind full of mysteries and secrets. But all of that was rumors drifting only in the vacant dark corners of the scene of BDSM he had to frequent in secrecy. He had decided to check it out.

One day, he had put on one if his tailored suits and visited an event there where he met the manager. A man called Mr. D and for some reason they ended up discussing the lifestyle, wandered more and more away form the crowds until they had been behind a hidden door behind a curtain. Their thoughts and opinions matched. The Professor was in a position to graze the herds for specimen to acquire and he had the knowledge and tools to do so effectively and his experience made him a good trainer.

The discussion between The Professor and Mr. D went on about "rare spirits" to deliver to the bar. "Rare spirits " to acquire in secrecy and then to lay out for the members of "The Enclave" to enjoy for their pleasure. The Professor had no idea how deep that went, how much was behind it, about the mysteries and wonders hidden deep down below. But he was gripped. It took him only one weekend to think and then he was in. He got to know more and more then after being accepted in this illustrious round of gentlemen that formed the world in this club to their liking.

The Professor started to work finding new "spirits" and to train them. He enjoyed it. It was such a beauty to see them come curious or intrigued and mold them into what was desired. The fight, the resistance then the final surrender in their minds and eyes was delicious. He had found what he had missed and been looking for. And he kept a tight watch over the members and girls alike. Nothing should disturb or endanger this new world.