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As a submissive, Clara had never before experienced the intensity of desire she felt when she met her new master. She had all the time known that she craved the touch of someone who could dominate her, but she never expected the sparks that flew the moment she laid eyes on him.

From the moment she entered the BDSM club, Clara knew that she was out of her comfort zone. Her heart pounded as she pushed open the door, and she looked around nervously, wondering if any of the people there knew that she had never done this before. It was a small club, with only a few people scattered around the room, but that only made Clara’s nerves worse.

But then she saw him. He was standing at the bar, his back to her, and as she approached him, she could feel her heart racing. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with thick black hair that fell in waves down his back. His eyes were piercing, and as he turned to face her, Clara felt as though she were caught in the gaze of a predator.

“May I buy you a drink?” he asked.

His voice sent shivers down her spine, and Clara nodded mutely. She followed him to a secluded booth in the corner of the room, feeling as though she were walking on air. As they sat down, she couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and angle.

“I want to know everything about you,” he said, leaning in close so that his breath tickled her ear. “I want to know what makes you tick. What drives you wild.”

Clara felt her cheeks flushing as he spoke, her body responding to the implicit promise in his words. She had never been so affected by someone before, and she knew that she wanted him to teach her everything he knew about the world of BDSM.

As they talked, she found herself opening up to him in methods she had never done before. She told him about her past experiences with other masters, and about her deepest desires. He listened intently, his eyes never leaving hers, and Clara felt as though he could see into her very soul.

Finally, he leaned back in his seat and looked at her, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I think I can help you,” he said, his voice low and sensual. “But first, you have to trust me.”

Clara nodded, unable to speak as he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Without saying a word, he led her to a small room at the back of the club, where she saw an array of BDSM equipment laid out on a table.

Her heart beat fast as he began to undress her, removing her clothing with a gentle but firm touch. As he bared her flesh to the air, she felt a thrill run through her body, and she knew that she was completely in his power.

He bound her hands and feet with ropes, his hands deft and sure as he wove the intricate knots that held her in place. Clara felt as though she were floating, her mind consumed by the intensity of his touch.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned on a small vibrator, and Clara gasped as he pressed it against her clit. She squirmed and moaned as the sensations surged through her body, her pussy growing wetter with every passing moment.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice a sibilant hiss. “Are you ready for me to take you?”

Clara nodded, unable to speak as he positioned himself between her legs. She felt his cock pressing against her entrance, and she arched her back in anticipation.

He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he began to thrust. Clara moaned into his mouth, her body writhing in pleasure as he took her hard and fast.

All around her, she could hear the sounds of other people in numerous stages of pleasure and pain, but all that mattered was the force of his touch on her body. With every thrust, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, until finally, with a scream of pleasure, she came hard.

As she lay there, panting and drenched with sweat, she knew that she would never be the same again. This man had awakened something deep inside of her, something that she had never realized was there before.

And as he unbound her and helped her to her feet, she knew that she was bound to him by desire, a eager slave to his every whim.
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