Unbecoming: The Red Room (Part 1)
- Jul 16
- 3 min read
I’ve been following Wild Jamaica and reading confessions for as long as I can remember. I’ve aways wanted to have the experience and be apart of the secret adult society and Attending The Red Room gave me access to a world I only read in books and fantasize about. What do you say when you've been yearning for months/years and finally have that itch scratched? You become undone. My submissive nature is like a rogue animal, needing the thrill of the hunt to get back in the game. The strain of celibacy and the constant pull to be drawn back into BDSM finally culminated.
I received a Royal invitation to The Red Room Dungeon greeted me, a warmth ran through my body with anticipation, it was time. I stepped into the Dungeon, mask on, with my mind racing a mile a minute, my shyness captivating my ability to speak and eyes immediately darting to the floor. I was quickly drawn to the heavy presence of a Dominant, causing my insides to stir, while my own partner looked at me with curious eyes, reading my mind. He knows I wanted to be naughty, to enjoy my release but my timid nature bounds me by his side.
My eyes dart between the Master and His subject as their demonstration pulls a twinge in my tummy that ignites me, like a cat purring in pleasure. I'm sucked in and my submissive nature is begging to be center stage. I knew he felt my need beyond my shyness, the way he understood that my eyes couldn't meet his, the protocol embedded within me, but my body read signs loud enough for us to head to the chair. I was bent over, ass propped up, my body shivers. He's watching -the Dom, I can feel it, there's tension that's palpable. My torturer examines his apparatus, and the first few slaps remind me why I loved pleasure pains.
The stinging sensation accuses my body of being away for so long, the rubs soothing each strike.
My brat is begging for more, to moan, to scream, to shout but I restrain myself, I remember that I don't want to have the attention or disturb the other scenes. I hear the Dominant and my torturer speaking, my ears tickling in excitement of what's to happen while my ass remains on display and the coolness brushes over it. I feel the hits, one after the other, and I'm getting hot all over, the throbbing in my pussy intensifies, the pain is exciting. I know I'm moaning but I can't hold it in, it feels so good and the thought of getting fucked right then and there crosses my mind more times than I wish to admit.
Each slap, each paddle was followed up with a check in, I feel myself getting light, becoming consumed with pleasure reaching the brink of an orgasm. I wanted to say everything I know a Dom would punish me for in a second. Tell him, he couldn't do worse if he tried, call him outside of his title -my brat was raging, and my pussy was flooding. I think he sensed it, as he knelt beside me- mouth flushed on my ears -"You've had enough for now pumpkin, let's go enjoy the rest of the show."
So much more happened in The Red Room, but I will share with you in another post. What I can tell you is that I have found The Community, I am now apart of Jamaica’s #1 Secrete Adult Society, and this is just the beginning.
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