This club was some high class kinda shit. It was high class kinda shit that Dean Ambrose generally couldn't afford on a mechanic and volunteer firefighter's salary. But hell, he's worked his ass off all 30 years of his life and he's been having this boiling within him for a great portion of it. He read up on this shit, found out these kind fetishes started you off young. He tried numerous times to think back to what the origin of his fascination was, but gave up each time. Because really, he was stuck with these desires and never acted on them. Until now.

But back to this club. The Kingdom, it's called. High class shit and you can only get a minimum of a 6-month subscription. Six fucking thousand dollars, each additional month another 1.5k and Dean doesn't try to wrap around the fact he paid ten months' worth of rent on a goddamn club. He supposes go big or go home, though, and he went big.

The Kingdom. He's lucky enough to have one of its branch locations only 3 hours outside of town. The research he's allowed to do finding out it's the cream of the crop, the best bondage and BDSM chain club state side. Clean, real clean, because Dean hasn't had a partner besides his hand in 4 years and he's not going to risk getting some skivvy disease when he spent so much money, when he's going to indulge in something he's wanted for so long.

Took him 4 months to get approved, had to take STD tests and a physical and a psych evaluation. Allergy tests, and everything in between and besides that manic depression diagnosis Dean already knew of, he meets enough of the standards to become "A Prince of the Kingdom" a discreet, gorgeous letter sealed with fucking candlewax that had been mailed to his house. He was thrumming with excitement. Three days later a discreet and just as classy little black box was delivered to his door.

Eyes were wide as Dean opened it, finding a gorgeous and handcrafted leather collar. Dean didn't need to participate to know he was submissive, to know he wanted to be tied up and not doing the tying. His name embroidered in it, gold to signify he had no allergies, and it felt…it felt right as he hesitantly tried it on.

"Fuck…" He whispers, running his fingers over it before breathing out shakily. Tomorrow night he'd join 'The Kingdom' for the first time.