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I have a secret. If you ask anyone about me, they will tell you that I’m a straight-laced all-American girl next door. However, it’s foolish to judge a book by its cover, especially when I spend my weekends getting uncovered at the strip club. Or I did, until I got fired for being "too friendly" with the clientele. Turns out I'm too much of a slut to be a whore.

But that’s not my secret. A surprise? Perhaps to those who haven’t explored the complexities of human nature (or seen the current cost of college tuition). However, a man possessing the knowledge and wisdom that I admire understands that behind my good girl facade is a bad girl waiting for permission to unlock her fantasies.

So what’s my secret? It’s that I yearn for a man who understands that behind the assertive persona I project at the strip club and the goody good image I feign at school lies a concealed longing to relinquish control. I crave the opportunity to please a worthy dominant as he leads me down the path of true submission, blurring the boundaries of pain and pleasure. I seek a master who can take me on a journey of vulnerability and power, sculpting me into his obedient slut.

The punishment of denying my desire to surrender to my taboo urges is a torture greater than any discipline you could administer. Your wish is my command, whether you tell me to suck your cock until teary-eyed, fuck my tight ass, or push me to the limits of ecstacy. I’m ready to experience the untamed pleasure that is pleasing my dom, and promise to cherish and obey every command with unbridled enthusiasm.

I’ve heard that a secret never told offers the most extraordinary suspense, but I think I’ve been waiting long enough, so do your worst!