“Tonight we’ve been invited to eat at Bear and Reed’s table. They own the club. The Doms will introduce themselves and you will bow your head and say, ‘Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,’ et cetera and you’ll be fine.” He turned to the man at the door and showed him his card. “Hi, Dan. Can I have a white armband for my friend?”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll procure it immediately. If he doesn’t get one, you’ll be beating them off with a stick.” Dan chuckled.
“No, I won’t.” Jake pulled the navy play collar out of his pocket and fastened it around Davey’s neck. “This will protect him from encroaching Doms.”