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After two weeks, I could not wait until the next time I will have a chance to visit the Dungeon, now that I feel more secure.
Since I've been to the Dungeon last time, I signed up here at the cage and chatted with many people from here (and ignored too many messages referring to me as a bitch on the first sentence... Common people...Just because I like to obey, it does not mean that I will worship ANYONE that just happened to approach me...). I’ve come to know the active characters around here, read many profiles, forum messages, stories, blogs…anything I could. It was time to visit the Dungeon again and test my borders and mental limitations and boy, did I ever!

This time it felt a bit more natural to come inside the club, which was once more, a bit empty at midnight. I was wearing my plaid mini skirt, which makes me look like a little innocent school girl that just happened to stumble upon hell hole. I was still a bit edgy but at least I actually communicated and didn’t run away screaming if someone approached me… However, I was quite tight to my friend all night, so nobody really had a chance 😉 In the end I was surprised to find myself being whipped around by him and another girl. It was quite exhilarating, though I panicked a few minutes after and asked him to stop. There were just too many people watching and I started to feel uncomfortable.

It was very quiet that day, because everybody planned to go to a special party the day after. Since my plans for the next day got cancelled and I was anxious to meet with certain people there, I managed to convince my friend to go to yet another party and sure enough, the day after I was there

This party looked a lot more drastic and there were a lot of people around, looking a bit devilish. I thought it was a nice touch, to hand out roses to all the girls there and I was captivated by the original slave roulette. The atmosphere was definitely more “clubish” and the music was great. After a few minutes there I ran into all the people I wanted to meet. When the hours passed, you could see couples everywhere messing around and it drove me crazy. I had done more than I intended to do, in front of everybody…but at least I had fun.

Every experience in the BDSM field makes me stretch out my so called strict boundaries and I find myself amazed by my actions. I feel like I just started walking and I’m already in a race, not knowing where the finish line is.