The Kinky Secret I Couldn’t Keep

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Warning: This story contains adult content and is not eligible for readers under 18 years old.

As a successful businesswoman, I prided myself on my ability to keep secrets. Confidentiality was a key part of my job, so it only made sense that I could keep a secret from myself. But there was one secret I couldn’t keep for very long, and it was my kinky side.

It all started when I met a man at a work function. We’ll call him Jack. Jack was tall, muscular, and had a smile that could light up a room. I was immediately drawn to him.

We hit it off right away, and before I knew it, we were sharing intimate details about our lives. I told him about my job, my hobbies, and my vanilla sex life. He listened intently, but I could tell he was holding something back.

Eventually, he confessed that he was into BDSM. At first, I was shocked. I had never even considered experimenting with anything more than basic, vanilla sex. But as he explained more about what he was into, I found myself getting more and more turned on.

He invited me to a fetish club that weekend, and I agreed, albeit nervously. As we walked into the dark room, I felt a rush of excitement and fear. Neon lights flashed around us, and the sound of moans and whips filled the air.

Jack led me to a private booth and pushed me up against the wall. He kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he said, looking me in the eye.

I nodded, feeling a wave of arousal wash over me. Jack began to undress me slowly, running his hands over my curves and making me moan with pleasure. He was a fantastic kisser, and I found myself getting lost in the moment.

Soon, he had me tied up with ropes, my hands above my head. He blindfolded me and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to make you cum so hard, you won’t even remember your name.”

He began to tease my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and making me squirm with pleasure. He moved down to my pussy, expertly fingering me and bringing me to the brink of orgasm.

Just as I was about to cum, he stopped. “What do you say?” he asked.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged.

He laughed, a deep, sexy sound. “That’s not what I meant,” he said. “What do you say?”

I hesitated for a moment, wondering what he meant. “I don’t know,” I said.

“You don’t get to cum until you say the magic words,” he said sternly.

I was confused, but also incredibly turned on. “What are the magic words?” I asked.

He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I am your submissive.”

My heart raced at the admission. “I am your submissive,” I repeated, almost in a trance.

And with that, he continued to pleasure me, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm until I couldn’t take it anymore. When he finally untied me, I collapsed into his arms, panting and sweaty.

As we left the club, I felt like a different person. I had discovered a side of myself that I didn’t know existed, and I couldn’t wait to explore it further with Jack. The kinky secret I couldn’t keep was out, and I was all the better for it.



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