Golden Mask - Susanna Mercado

After some time, I met a mysterious user named M., whose profile was almost completely empty: no photo, no hint of personality. Most men on this site were looking for physical contact only, but M. was completely different. He knew how to imperceptibly touch my innermost thoughts, easily penetrated the deepest corners of my soul, as if with invisible threads he was pulling me to a world that I did not even dare to dream of. His flirtation was subtle, almost ghostly, but this only sank deeper into my consciousness. It seemed that he possessed knowledge about dominance that eluded the understanding of ordinary people, as if he were a true connoisseur of this sphere closed by social taboo.
In the process of communication, M. became for me an ideal, but unrealized figure of male dominance, existing somewhere between reality and imagination, in the depths of the ether. He opened up to me about his past relationships with submissives, and I was amazed to realize that such relationships went beyond the pages of literature and existed in the real world. He also revealed to me the secret of an elite, carefully hidden BDSM club. It was a closed world, uniting only wealthy and influential people, whose lives revolved around specific pleasures, hidden behind the veil of social taboos. When I heard about this, I could not believe my ears at first - it seemed so incredible and far from the reality in which I lived. This thought captivated and frightened me at the same time. I felt something inside flutter with anticipation and fear, realizing that I had found a path to self-expression. The question of where this road might lead made me either wait with bated breath for the continuation with bated breath or feel anxiety. Deep down, I was afraid that my age, appearance, excess weight, or inexperience would cause M. to reject me. But I knew that if I didn’t at least try to touch this new world, the pain of regret would consume me more than any disappointment that might arise along the way.