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It was a warm summer night, and I was feeling incredibly restless. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing in my life. That’s when I stumbled upon an ad for a submissive training course. At first, I was hesitant to click on it, thinking it would be too kinky for me. But as I read through the description, a wave of curiosity washed over me. I decided to sign up, not knowing what to expect.

A few days later, I found myself standing outside a nondescript building in the middle of the city. I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping inside. The interior was dimly lit and smelled of leather and wood. I made my way to the reception desk, where a woman greeted me with a warm smile.

“Welcome, my dear. You must be here for the submissive training course,” she said.

I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“It’s okay, dear. We all have to start somewhere,” she reassured me.

She handed me a form to fill out before leading me into a large room. There were a few other people there, all looking just as nervous as I was. We sat in a semi-circle around a woman who introduced herself as Mistress Eliza, our trainer.

For the next few hours, Mistress Eliza took us through the basics of submission and domination. She explained the different roles in BDSM relationships and gave us exercises to practice. Each exercise pushed my boundaries a little further, but I couldn’t deny the thrill it gave me.

As the night drew to a close, Mistress Eliza approached me.

“You’re a natural, my dear. I can see your potential,” she said, giving me a soft smile.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she pressed a card into my hand.

“If you’re interested, I offer private sessions,” she whispered in my ear.

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty. What had I gotten myself into?

A few days later, I found myself back at Mistress Eliza’s dungeon. She welcomed me in with a warm smile, but as soon as the door closed behind us, her demeanor changed. She was all company now, and I could feel her eyes on me as she circled me like a predator.

“Strip,” she commanded.

I hesitated for a moment before obeying. I felt vulnerable and exposed as she examined my body. She touched me all over, testing my reaction to every touch. When she was satisfied, she led me to a table and bound me with ropes.

“You are mine now, my dear. Your body and your submission belong to me,” she whispered.

I felt a jolt of pleasure at her words, my body betraying me. Mistress Eliza noticed, smirking in satisfaction.

For the next few hours, I was put through a series of trials and tribulations. She teased and taunted me until I was begging for release. Finally, when she deemed me ready, she brought me to the heights of ecstasy, and I surrendered to her completely.

As I left the dungeon that night, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew I had found what I had been missing. And I knew that Mistress Eliza would be the one to guide me on my journey of submission and seduction.
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