As I knelt next to Master, thinking of the last hour… my first hour in the BDSM world… I struggled to focus. I never considered myself a prude, nor did I think of myself as overly vanilla in regard to my sexuality, but the experiences of the last hour revealed that my experiences to this point were, indeed, rather benign. My thoughts were repeatedly interrupted by people fondling my breasts as they came to speak with Mast...

It all started with a late registration to a work conference. The hotel hosting my conference was completely booked by the time I registered, forcing me to frantically search for another nearby hotel. As fortune would have it, there was one just a block away that had an opening, so I jumped on it and made the reservation. Little did I know how that reservation would have a lasting effect on me. The time came for my confer...