Mistress Whip Atlanta
03-08-2007, 04:24 PM
Chapter 1
“February Deviant Dommesâ€
I drove to Whipsworld Friday night a little less nervous then I had the previous time I was headed here a few weeks ago. I had in mind a little of what to expect so I wasn’t worried quite as much but for those that have had the chance to serve Ms Whip you know that you can always expect to be surprised. That and the fact of the visiting Mistresses added an element of uncertainty as to what the night would hold. I had offered to purchase a gift for MsWhip from stockroom.com (http://stockroom.com/) and thus had after being given several items to pick from of her choosing. It was in tow unopened so she could have the satisfaction of seeing it brand new for the first time. Knowing what it was I knew that I didn’t want it opened during “Deviant Dommes†and was hoping she would save it for our private session I had planned with her for the next day.
I arrived a little early and listen to some music in the car to calm what nerves I had. It didn’t work that well. I looked like I’d be the 2nd one to arrive that night. I proceeded inside, paid at the front desk and headed to the main dungeon. Ms Whip was setting up but I caught her glance and she called me over. She looked absolutely fabulous as she always does. Much to my fear the first words out of her mouth were “Slave I see you have something with you why don’t you set it down and we’ll take a look at it right nowâ€. Thus we did open it, an authentic Nikki Taylor vagina mock up, and I cringed to know I would likely be amusing her with it that night in front of the other Mistresses and slaves.
She set my gift aside and we took care of our other business which was for me to sign a release form for her so photos of me could be taken during that night. Being the 2nd or 3rd time I’d been in a fetish dungeon was nerve racking enough but getting photos taken would bring those nerves to a whole new level. I love the rush it gives me to try new things and test my limits of comfort and I knew this would do just that so I had agreed prior to coming that it was something I wanted to do. I noticed Ms Delilah was working on a slave while I was reading over the form and signing it and we exchanged glances. She was beautiful to be sure but my BDSM heart was already taken by Ms Whip.
After I signed the form Ms Whip asked me to get undressed. I did so and she had me come bring my new toy over to one of the benches. She put a collar and leash on me and had me kneel down in front of the bench she selected. A few more slaves had arrived as we were getting ready. About this time Ms Delilah came over to talk to Ms Whip. Ms Delilah noticed me kneeling and Ms Whip had me kiss Ms Delilah’s boots while I was introduced as a slave. Ms Delilah commented on how cute I was and how hard it was going to be for her to hurt me. I was extremely flattered but somehow doubted I would be given any mercy that night. Ms Delilah turned her attention to some slaves next to me and started yelling at them and stated they would be nothing more than door mats for her that night. I saw a slave get a subtle grin on his face so I don’t think that disappointed him much to hear that come out of her mouth.
Because I wanted to remain anonymous for my photos Ms Whip got a hood for me. It was another first I would be trying that night. Having it pulled down over my head and then to have it tightened slowly till it was completely secured was quite an exhilarating but confining experience. With that accomplished the photographer started shooting away. Ms Whip turned my attention to the mock vagina and told me to get on the bench and go to work on it like I wanted to make it happy and wet. It didn’t taste very well being made of silicon. After trying to make Ms Whip happy she let me know that I was embarrassing her by doing a bad job and not making enough noises to please her or her visiting friends. I was so worried about my own embarrassment that I failed to try hard enough. Ms Whip knew I could do better and told me she would try to find some motivation for me. I quickly attempted to work harder but it was too late. I couldn’t see behind me but I prepared myself for what was about to come. I felt the first strike with whatever implement she had selected and rest assured I made some noise for her as I worked. Ms Whip used various implement of pain continuing to provide motivation while I worked. Ms Suki came in the room and Ms Whip and Ms Delilah made fun of me and showed Ms Suki what I was doing for their amusement. Ms Suki inspected the vagina and said it was to dry. She took a sip of water and then spit into the vagina and then told me to open my mouth for her. She spit in my mouth and told me that would help it get the vagina wet since I wasn’t able to make it so myself.
Despite this the Mistresses still weren’t happy and got bored with my poor performance. They decided that I would be a good prop on which to take some photos. One by one they straddled onto me via my back and made changed poses while they pushed my face down into the vagina. Next they turned around and started hitting my ass with a paddle. One of them poured water on my ass to intensify the feeling of the strikes. It had just that effect to. Each took their turn hitting me and getting their picture taken. It was quite an experience and I was happy when they turned their attention to other slaves. I got a little break and then back to more poses with the Mistresses while I stood head bowed or kneeled at their side.
After the photographer was done Ms Whip asked me how embarrassing it had been for me to eat out a fake vagina and get no satisfaction out of it. I made the mistake of telling her it was embarrassing but not as bad as I thought it would be in front of people. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking that came out of my mouth because Ms Whip had a look on her face telling me I had just made a mistake in my choice of words. She simply smiled and told me “Well let’s see what we can do about that slave boy†and grabbed my leash.
I was led out of the dungeon and she took me right down the hall into the makeup/dressing room. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as to what was about to happen and yet I would soon find out it was going to be worse than I thought at first. See made me kneel on the floor while she started going through some drawers of clothes. She said “Oh this will do nicely for you slave†and dropped in front of me a pink lacy bra and panties that looked like they’d barely cover my penis. She let me know they used to be hers and were now mine. I consider myself a very straight guy and wasn’t sure I would be able to comply with what she obviously want me to do next. To refuse her would possible damage any respect I may have earned as a sub for her up to that point and I did not want that to happen no matter the cost to my ego. I swallowed the biggest serving of pride I have ever had in my life as she told me to get dressed right away. She had to help me with the bra due to my lack of experience with such an article of clothing. Next she selected a pair of slutty shoes to match my new outfit which I was ordered to put on. As if for any guy this wouldn’t be punishment enough to be so degraded in front of a grown beautiful women to be dressed as I was Ms Whip said since I didn’t feel the embarrassment she had hoped for me earlier I would now be doing a table dance in front of the other Mistresses and slaves attending; about 10 or so people at that point in the night. I think my brain disconnected from my body at that point to deal with my fear of what I was just told I’d be doing.
I was led by leash back into the dungeon and I’m pretty sure I was noticed and laughed at by all the Mistresses. I didn’t pay too much attention because fear had control of me. Ms Whip let everyone know I would be doing a dance for them and that temporarily made everyone happy. She made me get up on the table and I started doing the best dance I could do to the house music that was playing. I tried to remember the strippers I had seen at clubs in the past. I slapped my ass and tried to tease but how ridiculous I must have looked to everyone. Ms Whip got a whip and started on me and had fun with how I reacted. She said she liked me as a moving target. As had happened earlier I bored them too easily and they agreed amongst themselves that they would like to see a sex show with my fake vagina. I didn’t think the humiliation was going to end. Ms Whip handed it to me and I tried my best to rub on it and make love to their satisfaction. All I received in return was more laughing and mocking. With the look of humiliation I knew I had on my face getting worse by the minute Ms Whip said she thought I learned my lesson sufficiently and allowed me down. I was allowed to go remove my outfit and get dressed in my own clothes which was a much needed comfort at that point.
When I returned Ms Whip was talking to Ms Delilah and called me over. She let me know she had changed our session time to 2pm the next day instead of 6pm. I said of course that wasn’t a problem and left for the night after saying goodbye and thanking the Mistresses for their time. With a bruised ass and an even more bruise ego I drove home that night. I definitely receive the thrills I was looking for and Ms Whip made sure it was a night I wouldn’t soon forget.
“February Deviant Dommesâ€
I drove to Whipsworld Friday night a little less nervous then I had the previous time I was headed here a few weeks ago. I had in mind a little of what to expect so I wasn’t worried quite as much but for those that have had the chance to serve Ms Whip you know that you can always expect to be surprised. That and the fact of the visiting Mistresses added an element of uncertainty as to what the night would hold. I had offered to purchase a gift for MsWhip from stockroom.com (http://stockroom.com/) and thus had after being given several items to pick from of her choosing. It was in tow unopened so she could have the satisfaction of seeing it brand new for the first time. Knowing what it was I knew that I didn’t want it opened during “Deviant Dommes†and was hoping she would save it for our private session I had planned with her for the next day.
I arrived a little early and listen to some music in the car to calm what nerves I had. It didn’t work that well. I looked like I’d be the 2nd one to arrive that night. I proceeded inside, paid at the front desk and headed to the main dungeon. Ms Whip was setting up but I caught her glance and she called me over. She looked absolutely fabulous as she always does. Much to my fear the first words out of her mouth were “Slave I see you have something with you why don’t you set it down and we’ll take a look at it right nowâ€. Thus we did open it, an authentic Nikki Taylor vagina mock up, and I cringed to know I would likely be amusing her with it that night in front of the other Mistresses and slaves.
She set my gift aside and we took care of our other business which was for me to sign a release form for her so photos of me could be taken during that night. Being the 2nd or 3rd time I’d been in a fetish dungeon was nerve racking enough but getting photos taken would bring those nerves to a whole new level. I love the rush it gives me to try new things and test my limits of comfort and I knew this would do just that so I had agreed prior to coming that it was something I wanted to do. I noticed Ms Delilah was working on a slave while I was reading over the form and signing it and we exchanged glances. She was beautiful to be sure but my BDSM heart was already taken by Ms Whip.
After I signed the form Ms Whip asked me to get undressed. I did so and she had me come bring my new toy over to one of the benches. She put a collar and leash on me and had me kneel down in front of the bench she selected. A few more slaves had arrived as we were getting ready. About this time Ms Delilah came over to talk to Ms Whip. Ms Delilah noticed me kneeling and Ms Whip had me kiss Ms Delilah’s boots while I was introduced as a slave. Ms Delilah commented on how cute I was and how hard it was going to be for her to hurt me. I was extremely flattered but somehow doubted I would be given any mercy that night. Ms Delilah turned her attention to some slaves next to me and started yelling at them and stated they would be nothing more than door mats for her that night. I saw a slave get a subtle grin on his face so I don’t think that disappointed him much to hear that come out of her mouth.
Because I wanted to remain anonymous for my photos Ms Whip got a hood for me. It was another first I would be trying that night. Having it pulled down over my head and then to have it tightened slowly till it was completely secured was quite an exhilarating but confining experience. With that accomplished the photographer started shooting away. Ms Whip turned my attention to the mock vagina and told me to get on the bench and go to work on it like I wanted to make it happy and wet. It didn’t taste very well being made of silicon. After trying to make Ms Whip happy she let me know that I was embarrassing her by doing a bad job and not making enough noises to please her or her visiting friends. I was so worried about my own embarrassment that I failed to try hard enough. Ms Whip knew I could do better and told me she would try to find some motivation for me. I quickly attempted to work harder but it was too late. I couldn’t see behind me but I prepared myself for what was about to come. I felt the first strike with whatever implement she had selected and rest assured I made some noise for her as I worked. Ms Whip used various implement of pain continuing to provide motivation while I worked. Ms Suki came in the room and Ms Whip and Ms Delilah made fun of me and showed Ms Suki what I was doing for their amusement. Ms Suki inspected the vagina and said it was to dry. She took a sip of water and then spit into the vagina and then told me to open my mouth for her. She spit in my mouth and told me that would help it get the vagina wet since I wasn’t able to make it so myself.
Despite this the Mistresses still weren’t happy and got bored with my poor performance. They decided that I would be a good prop on which to take some photos. One by one they straddled onto me via my back and made changed poses while they pushed my face down into the vagina. Next they turned around and started hitting my ass with a paddle. One of them poured water on my ass to intensify the feeling of the strikes. It had just that effect to. Each took their turn hitting me and getting their picture taken. It was quite an experience and I was happy when they turned their attention to other slaves. I got a little break and then back to more poses with the Mistresses while I stood head bowed or kneeled at their side.
After the photographer was done Ms Whip asked me how embarrassing it had been for me to eat out a fake vagina and get no satisfaction out of it. I made the mistake of telling her it was embarrassing but not as bad as I thought it would be in front of people. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking that came out of my mouth because Ms Whip had a look on her face telling me I had just made a mistake in my choice of words. She simply smiled and told me “Well let’s see what we can do about that slave boy†and grabbed my leash.
I was led out of the dungeon and she took me right down the hall into the makeup/dressing room. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as to what was about to happen and yet I would soon find out it was going to be worse than I thought at first. See made me kneel on the floor while she started going through some drawers of clothes. She said “Oh this will do nicely for you slave†and dropped in front of me a pink lacy bra and panties that looked like they’d barely cover my penis. She let me know they used to be hers and were now mine. I consider myself a very straight guy and wasn’t sure I would be able to comply with what she obviously want me to do next. To refuse her would possible damage any respect I may have earned as a sub for her up to that point and I did not want that to happen no matter the cost to my ego. I swallowed the biggest serving of pride I have ever had in my life as she told me to get dressed right away. She had to help me with the bra due to my lack of experience with such an article of clothing. Next she selected a pair of slutty shoes to match my new outfit which I was ordered to put on. As if for any guy this wouldn’t be punishment enough to be so degraded in front of a grown beautiful women to be dressed as I was Ms Whip said since I didn’t feel the embarrassment she had hoped for me earlier I would now be doing a table dance in front of the other Mistresses and slaves attending; about 10 or so people at that point in the night. I think my brain disconnected from my body at that point to deal with my fear of what I was just told I’d be doing.
I was led by leash back into the dungeon and I’m pretty sure I was noticed and laughed at by all the Mistresses. I didn’t pay too much attention because fear had control of me. Ms Whip let everyone know I would be doing a dance for them and that temporarily made everyone happy. She made me get up on the table and I started doing the best dance I could do to the house music that was playing. I tried to remember the strippers I had seen at clubs in the past. I slapped my ass and tried to tease but how ridiculous I must have looked to everyone. Ms Whip got a whip and started on me and had fun with how I reacted. She said she liked me as a moving target. As had happened earlier I bored them too easily and they agreed amongst themselves that they would like to see a sex show with my fake vagina. I didn’t think the humiliation was going to end. Ms Whip handed it to me and I tried my best to rub on it and make love to their satisfaction. All I received in return was more laughing and mocking. With the look of humiliation I knew I had on my face getting worse by the minute Ms Whip said she thought I learned my lesson sufficiently and allowed me down. I was allowed to go remove my outfit and get dressed in my own clothes which was a much needed comfort at that point.
When I returned Ms Whip was talking to Ms Delilah and called me over. She let me know she had changed our session time to 2pm the next day instead of 6pm. I said of course that wasn’t a problem and left for the night after saying goodbye and thanking the Mistresses for their time. With a bruised ass and an even more bruise ego I drove home that night. I definitely receive the thrills I was looking for and Ms Whip made sure it was a night I wouldn’t soon forget.