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They wanted to please me, but secretly I wanted to be forced to please them. They wanted me to have multiple orgasms; I wanted my sexuality to be controlled, limited. They wanted to caress; I wanted to be spanked until I wept.

One day I met and seduced Chris, mostly because he looked how I imagined a Dominant would look. Tall and muscular, he sported black muscle shirts and a James Dean air. He had been in jail for some obscure offense, a bad boy who appealed to the suburban Jersey girl in me.

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Read the rest of My First Time in Consent Magazine Issue #20 Winter 2003