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*reminiscing*
Ho, It seams like it was only yesterday that I set foot at the dungeon for the very first time...oh wait...actually it was only 3 weeks ago...not that long is it?

I was extremely curious and could not wait to get there, but when we reached the club, I was beginning to feel slightly panicked. It was hard to swallow and I was shaking in my new black boots. But we were already there…I guess its too late to back down now… is it?

The place was still quite empty and quiet as it was only midnight, but I could not help noticing that it was not an ordinary looking club. It was dark, mysterious and projected silent power. I couldn’t hold my excitement down when I saw the cells at the second floor and the big screen showing BDSM movies. But once that excitement settled in, the eerie feeling came back and I was clinging to my friend in terror.

That subsided only for a little while, when Master Yakir had a session on stage and I was mesmerized to the girl next to them, who was tied up and whipped during that session. But every time anyone looked at me, or worse- actually talked to me- I freaked and returned to my friend’s protective hug.

I couldn’t take my eyes off this action, but I couldn’t dare to take a part in it as well.

Not yet