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As I entered the dimly lit room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity and excitement at what was to come. I had at all times been a curious person and had a strong desire to explore the world of BDSM. I had heard about Kinky Confessions through a friend, and after some research, I decided to give it a try.

I was greeted by a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression on his face. He introduced himself as Master J and guided me to a small table where we began to talk. He asked me about my sexual preferences, my limits, and my previous experience with BDSM. I was honest and open with him, and he seemed pleased with my responses.

After we finished talking, he led me to a dark corner of the room where several pieces of equipment awaited us. There was a St. Andrew’s cross, a bondage table, and numerous whips and restraints. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as I surveyed the scene before me.

Master J wasted no time in getting started. He instructed me to strip down and lay face down on the bondage table. I complied eagerly, feeling a trickle of excitement between my legs. Master J then proceeded to bind my wrists and ankles to the table, spreading my legs open wide.

He ran his fingers gently across my bare ass, admiring the curves and contours of my body. I squirmed with pleasure, willing for what was to come. Then he raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp smack on my right cheek.

I cried out in pain, but also in pleasure, as my body responded to the sensations coursing through it. Master J continued to spank me, alternating between hard and soft strokes. I could feel the heat radiating from my ass, and I knew it was turning red.

After what felt like an eternity, Master J stopped and moved around to the front of the table. He undid his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing a gigantic erection. I knew what was expected of me and took him in my mouth, eagerly sucking and licking as he moaned with pleasure.

Then he returned to spanking me, this time with a paddle. The sound of the paddle striking my flesh echoed through the room, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter with each blow. Master J noticed this and slipped a finger inside me, stroking my clit with the other hand.

I moaned and cried out, the pleasure overwhelming me. Finally, I was pushed over the edge and came hard, my body spasming with ecstasy.

Master J leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “You’re a good little sub. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

And with that, my journey into BDSM had begun.
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