MsWhip-Atlanta
09-18-2006, 01:20 PM
This little story is a detailed version of what slave boy Jays day is like when visiting and serving me! This was a really fun day for me. Slave boy and I went shopping for Scuba gear and I was ohhhh so sexxxy in that Scuba mask. Poor boy thought we were going to Victorias Secret, hehe!
Hello my wonderful Ms. Whip... I am back home in Florida tonight... I ran out of battery juice for mywi-fi laptop, so I couldn't send my story before I
left Atlanta as you ordered, so I just wanted toexplain. I didn't forget, and I didn't disregardyour wishes. I just had to delay sending my storyuntil I could reach a computer.
I took a closer look at my caboose in the mirror
here at home... W-O-W. I couldn't see very well in
your dungeon, so I didn't realize how deep and vivid
my marks were... They look remarkable, and I will
wear them proudly while they last.
I want to say that I truly adore andcherish you, and I loved serving/suffering for youtoday as usual. I look forward to being collared byyou and accompanying you on some out-of-town tripssometime.
I liked your forum entry!
My lot in life is YOU,
Jay
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STORY 1 - AUGUST 2006 TRIP TO ATLANTA
On the first weekend in August, I drove to Atlanta
to see/serve/suffer for Ms. Whip at WhipsWorld-America's kingdom and to
spend some extracurricular time with her as well,
through a little shopping and dining. I reported to
WhipsWorld, as ordered, and escorted Ms. Whip into my new
Jeep. She explained she was planning a scuba-diving
trip this fall, and needed some scuba-diving gear,
so off we went.
I had vacuumed and washed my Jeep for Ms. Whip,
and I was happy that she noticed my efforts and
appreciated them. On the way, I also played my new
Bonnie Raitt CD for Ms. Whip and we talked a little
about BR's music. Ms. Whip mentioned she once saw
Bonnie Raitt in concert at a local Atlanta venue. We
also talked about how each other were doing and
generally swapped our life updates.
Ms. Whip directed me to the scuba gear store
(think it was called Diving World, but not sure) and
I offered to play guitar for her at the Guitar
Center store next door later. We went into the scuba
store and Ms. Whip leisurely shopped for her
equipment while I waited and held her purse and
shopping items for her. She engaged in several
lengthy discussions with the store clerk, while I
waited, happy and content just to serve her. Later,
we briefly toured a small scuba-diving museum
attached to the store. Ms. Whip proved very
knowledgeable about scuba-diving history and gear. I
was impressed.
After the shopping, we went next door to the
Guitar Center and I serenaded Ms. Whip briefly in a
back room. Think I played Short People by Randy
Newman, Tuesday's Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd and
Blackbird by The Beatles.
On the way back to WhipsWorld-America's Kingdom , we stopped at City Cafe
for a bite to eat. I distinctly remember we both
ordered the same thing -- a cheeseburger patty melt.
We talked for a while and I really enjoyed this.
I've always admired Ms. Whip's boobs and body, but I
also admire her mind, heart and friendliness. It
isn't often that I share the BDSM side of my life
with anyone, and even rarer that I find someone of
whom I can ask questions , so I try to make the most
of these opportunities. Anyway, we talked for a
while about the nature of BDSM relationships and
whether it's possible to separate that aspect of
ones self within a marital relationship. I learned
a lot from her, as I always do.
Back to WhipsWorld, and before long I was hanging and
helpless in Ms. Whip's favorite dungeon, off the
main room. As usual, I was hanging in the wrist
cuffs and dancing on my toes for my wonderful
mistress. As always, she used my affection for
teasing & denial against me, denying me the sight of
her just when I most appreciated it. I was also
wearing my CB-3000, which she kept securely and
frustratingly locked while I stood before her and
suffered.
My wonderful mistress whipped me, caned me, waxed
me and wheeled me over the next two hours. She
started by ordering me onto my toes and then leaving
me for a while to "soften up," returning when I was
starting to get tired and more compliant with her
commands. She began to work on me with the cane,
thrusting me forward with each stroke as I gasped
and moaned.
As always, I was blindfolded despite my
desperation to gaze at my wonderful torturess. Ms.
Whip knows my wishes and uses them against me; today
was no exception. She would lift up the blindfold
briefly at times, only to replace it after a moment.
After my caning, Ms. Whip said she had a surprise
for me... Wax. She waxed my back while I writhed and
shuddered, doing my best to take my medicine for my
mistress but oh so punished by the pain. Later, sheused the pinwheel on me, running it over my welts
and across my back. I came very close to crying at
this point. Something about the pain, ticklishness
and sheer sensation of having a pinwheel run across
my back and body triggered something I hadn't
expected. I whimpered several times, on the verge.
After a solid and punishing two hours, Ms. Whip
let me down from the overhead wrist cuffs. I rubbed
her feet while she relaxed, and we discussed the
session.
As always, this day was a beautiful time with a
beautiful mistress.
If only I was this lucky more often.
Best wishes,
Jay
Hello my wonderful Ms. Whip... I am back home in Florida tonight... I ran out of battery juice for mywi-fi laptop, so I couldn't send my story before I
left Atlanta as you ordered, so I just wanted toexplain. I didn't forget, and I didn't disregardyour wishes. I just had to delay sending my storyuntil I could reach a computer.
I took a closer look at my caboose in the mirror
here at home... W-O-W. I couldn't see very well in
your dungeon, so I didn't realize how deep and vivid
my marks were... They look remarkable, and I will
wear them proudly while they last.
I want to say that I truly adore andcherish you, and I loved serving/suffering for youtoday as usual. I look forward to being collared byyou and accompanying you on some out-of-town tripssometime.
I liked your forum entry!
My lot in life is YOU,
Jay
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<
STORY 1 - AUGUST 2006 TRIP TO ATLANTA
On the first weekend in August, I drove to Atlanta
to see/serve/suffer for Ms. Whip at WhipsWorld-America's kingdom and to
spend some extracurricular time with her as well,
through a little shopping and dining. I reported to
WhipsWorld, as ordered, and escorted Ms. Whip into my new
Jeep. She explained she was planning a scuba-diving
trip this fall, and needed some scuba-diving gear,
so off we went.
I had vacuumed and washed my Jeep for Ms. Whip,
and I was happy that she noticed my efforts and
appreciated them. On the way, I also played my new
Bonnie Raitt CD for Ms. Whip and we talked a little
about BR's music. Ms. Whip mentioned she once saw
Bonnie Raitt in concert at a local Atlanta venue. We
also talked about how each other were doing and
generally swapped our life updates.
Ms. Whip directed me to the scuba gear store
(think it was called Diving World, but not sure) and
I offered to play guitar for her at the Guitar
Center store next door later. We went into the scuba
store and Ms. Whip leisurely shopped for her
equipment while I waited and held her purse and
shopping items for her. She engaged in several
lengthy discussions with the store clerk, while I
waited, happy and content just to serve her. Later,
we briefly toured a small scuba-diving museum
attached to the store. Ms. Whip proved very
knowledgeable about scuba-diving history and gear. I
was impressed.
After the shopping, we went next door to the
Guitar Center and I serenaded Ms. Whip briefly in a
back room. Think I played Short People by Randy
Newman, Tuesday's Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd and
Blackbird by The Beatles.
On the way back to WhipsWorld-America's Kingdom , we stopped at City Cafe
for a bite to eat. I distinctly remember we both
ordered the same thing -- a cheeseburger patty melt.
We talked for a while and I really enjoyed this.
I've always admired Ms. Whip's boobs and body, but I
also admire her mind, heart and friendliness. It
isn't often that I share the BDSM side of my life
with anyone, and even rarer that I find someone of
whom I can ask questions , so I try to make the most
of these opportunities. Anyway, we talked for a
while about the nature of BDSM relationships and
whether it's possible to separate that aspect of
ones self within a marital relationship. I learned
a lot from her, as I always do.
Back to WhipsWorld, and before long I was hanging and
helpless in Ms. Whip's favorite dungeon, off the
main room. As usual, I was hanging in the wrist
cuffs and dancing on my toes for my wonderful
mistress. As always, she used my affection for
teasing & denial against me, denying me the sight of
her just when I most appreciated it. I was also
wearing my CB-3000, which she kept securely and
frustratingly locked while I stood before her and
suffered.
My wonderful mistress whipped me, caned me, waxed
me and wheeled me over the next two hours. She
started by ordering me onto my toes and then leaving
me for a while to "soften up," returning when I was
starting to get tired and more compliant with her
commands. She began to work on me with the cane,
thrusting me forward with each stroke as I gasped
and moaned.
As always, I was blindfolded despite my
desperation to gaze at my wonderful torturess. Ms.
Whip knows my wishes and uses them against me; today
was no exception. She would lift up the blindfold
briefly at times, only to replace it after a moment.
After my caning, Ms. Whip said she had a surprise
for me... Wax. She waxed my back while I writhed and
shuddered, doing my best to take my medicine for my
mistress but oh so punished by the pain. Later, sheused the pinwheel on me, running it over my welts
and across my back. I came very close to crying at
this point. Something about the pain, ticklishness
and sheer sensation of having a pinwheel run across
my back and body triggered something I hadn't
expected. I whimpered several times, on the verge.
After a solid and punishing two hours, Ms. Whip
let me down from the overhead wrist cuffs. I rubbed
her feet while she relaxed, and we discussed the
session.
As always, this day was a beautiful time with a
beautiful mistress.
If only I was this lucky more often.
Best wishes,
Jay