As she entered the dimly lit room, Jane was taken aback by the sight before her. There, standing in front of her was a man she had never seen before. His name was Jack, and he was tall, muscular, and covered in tattoos. The room was filled with the scent of leather, and she noticed the whip hanging from a hook on the wall.
"What the fuck is this place?" Jane asked.
Jack smirked and replied, "It's a dungeon, sweetheart. And you're going to be my submissive tonight."
Jane's heart raced as her eyes took in the sight of the shackles fastened to the walls and floor, each with their own set of restraints. She had always been curious about BDSM, but never thought she would actually go through with it.
"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.
Jack stepped closer, towering over her and running his fingers through her hair. "It's okay to be scared, little one," he said. "But I promise, I'll take good care of you."