Confession of a Novice

I can hardly bring myself to write this, but it's been haunting me for weeks. Last month, I finally met my Dom at a private DDLG event. We'd talked online for months, and when we met in person, there was an instant connection. He took control right away, strict and demanding, making me feel so small and submissive. It all started with him spanking me until my ass was red and sore; I couldn't help but cry out as he did it, feeling like every hit sent a wave of intense emotion through me. We spent hours together that day, and each act made me feel more vulnerable than the last, his handprints still visible on my skin long after we were done. It felt wrong in so many ways, yet I couldn't stop craving his dominance, even as I'm terrified to admit it now. This is who I am, and there's no going back.