October 2008 was my 40^th birthday and it dawned on me that I hadn’t yet explored the one thing I had craved since I was twelve yrs old and that was to be single-tail whipped.

You might ask yourself why would a twelve year old have such fantasies, so this is where it all began.

At school during our dinner breaks we didn’t play like other children, but we played games like killer square and roman legions, where bodies were used as battering rams, and during the summer after class we used to tie each other up and challenge ourselves with sticks and wire, or any other implement we could get our hands on. We often tried to skip the after games showers at school so nobody could see our marks and most of the time we succeeded.

When I left my middle school I lost contact with the friends I had, and this part of my life abruptly just ended.

For years I yearned to be whipped and after a while I found that this longing was eating away at subconscious and that I knew that until I experienced it for real my mind would never be at rest.

27^th November 2008 and I finally plucked up the courage and arranged a novice session with Mistress Dometria.

The chosen Saturday finally arrived and the day I had been waiting for was in front of me. It might have taken me twenty-eight years, but I could finally tackle my ultimate fantasy head on. My session was booked for 1.30pm, so I left home with plenty of time to spare. As I was driving uncontrollable fear hit me, so I pulled into the next services to have a coffee and relax. As I parked up the fear inside me got worse and I literally nearly crapped my pants. 

What a state to be in, but I managed to pull myself together for I knew that if I just turned around and drove back home that I would only be back on the road tomorrow to try again. I continued my journey to Brighton and headed for The Brighton Dungeon and to what I knew would either make me, or break me, but whichever it was I was being drawn in like a magnet and had to put myself through it. It was now, or never.

I arrived at The Brighton Dungeon and rang the bell. I could hear my own heart beating and it felt as though it was going to burst out of my crest. My first sight of Mistress Dometria in the flesh just blew my mind away. She lead me down a dark staircase into the basement dungeon, and we then chatted for a while about where my fantasy had begun and where I expected and hoped my visit to her would take me. She told me some of her family history and how she became a professional Mistress, and I tried to explain why I yearned to be whipped. She then told me to undress and to pack away my clothes in a box as I wouldn’t be needing them again until our session was over. When I stripped naked in front of her and bared my very sole and body, I can only say that it was the most exciting and apprehensive moment of my life. No going back and this was now for real. I felt more alive at the moment than ever before.  

Mistress secured me to the black whipping post and warmed my body up with a soft flogger and then gave me sixes lashes of the bullwhip. Then a further two sets of twelve lashes; testing me and try to see what I was up for. Was I a serious player, or just someone full of confusing thoughts that I couldn’t back up.

I was initially surprised that the lashes were less painful than I had imagined they would be. Those thoughts were quickly extinguished with the second set of three lashes hitting the mark perfectly and the pain came flooding through my body. I was apparently shaking a lot after the session, but my God it was worth it and it was everything I hoped it would be and them some.

After the session we talked some more and then Mistress Dometria offered me another session some time in the future, and asked me whether I would like it filmed. Initially I thought she must be crazy to want to film with me because I didn`t even class myself as a masochist, or serious player, but now I realise that Mistress Dometria knew differently. She could see something in me that probably only a true sadist like Mistress Dometria can see in another person. She could smell the wanting in me and she wanted to push me as far as she could to feed on what I could give her back. I had always assumed that I had a low pain threshold, but Mistress Dometria saw in my eyes that day that there was a true masochist in me crying to get out. All I needed was a little encouragement to go where even I didn’t know I could.

Five weeks later on 3rd January this year I was back for more. This time I made my first movie with Mistress Dometria. You can see this in Mistress’s full movies store at www.clips4sale.com/store/19128. It’s called ‘One Hundred Hard Lashes Of The Bullwhip - Full Movie’.  This time I was secured to the same whipping post and the fear and apprehensive was no less than before in my first session and I feared that I would only manage a few lashes then wimp out, so I decided to set myself a gaol of one-hundred lashes. Mistress Dometria later told me that this was her objective, but neither of us let on before the session.

The first couple of dozen lashes were with the lighter bullwhip. That is more stingy, but no less effective than the heavy bullwhip. Mistress Dometria was counting out the lashes, one, two three …. and I was counting the other way .. one-hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight. Maybe more that anything else this demonstrates the difference between a masochist and a sadist. The masochist counts the strokes down and the sadist counts the strokes up.

Being filmed was an additional excitement and on this occasion Mistress Dometria put the camera on a tripod, not knowing how I might react to another person witnessing my whipping. The final twenty-four lashes were very challenging, but when we reached one-hundred I knew that I could go on; I craved more of this and my naked back just soaked up the punishment like a sponge, and my mind over ruled the pain and was screaming at me to take more. Mistress Dometria, however, knew better and told me that there was always next time. This was only the beginning of the journey and she intended to push me much further still. Watching the movie of me being lashed like I was is second only to the actual euphoria I experienced during the actual whipping.

Three weeks later and you guessed it … I was back for yet more. This time the location was a private gym. This movie if you would like to see it is called ‘Extreme Whipping In The Gym - Full Movie’. This time I was up for even more of a challenge and a challenge it certainly was. Before the session we hit a small snag … no mask to wear, but Mistress Dometria never the one to let anything get in the way of a good hard whipping, cut up my underpants into a make-shift mask and stuck them over my head.

Mistress Dometria secured me to one of the punching bags and the session started. Mistress Dometria first chose the heavy bullwhip, and accurately lashed me repeatedly on my right shoulder blade, and all in the same place. The pain was just so incredibly intense and I was quickly writhing in agony, My immediate thoughts were ‘Christ I have only lasted thirty seconds and already I am close to screaming enough’, but amazingly Mistress Dometria seemed to sense this and the next lash bit deep somewhere else and I was able to keep going.  

The session only used two whips; the heavy bullwhip and the nasty stingy short whip. The gym training bell went off every so often so Mistress Dometria used that as a signal to change whips. At times I was praying for the bell to ring because of the two whips I hate and fear that short whip even more than the heavy bullwhip, and anything over twenty consecutive short whip lashes leaves me wanting to scream the place down. Mistress Dometria systematically and brilliantly ground down my defences with alternate lashes of both whips, and when I requested that she stop, Mistress Dometria pushed me just that little bit further and administered a further eighteen progressively harder lashes of the bullwhip. The last two lashes were so hard I thought my back was going to bust wide open, but as always Mistress Dometria was right and the feeling of euphoria and pride that swept over at the end was just incredible and I was just so pleased that she had kept whipping me after I had thought I wanted it to stop. I had taken one-hundred and sixty-two lashes in all. One-hundred and five with the short whip and fifty-seven with the heavy bullwhip. In my head I had been prepared to be whipped until my legs gave out under me, but together we decided to leave that until another day.

On film my back looked totally fucked up, but to my amazement all traces went within seven days of filming. This proves to me how extraordinary our bodies really are and just how much punishment they can endure, but how quickly and magically they heal. As soon as the pain goes away, I the masochist crave yet more of the same.

This time Mistress Dometria had someone film the session and this makes for a much better experience as the camera can follow the action and Mistress’s every move. Watching it for the first time just blew my mind away and I saw things that I could never hope to see in detail whilst in the session. It is incredibly satisfying watching your own movie and seeing yourself contort when the going gets tough, seeing the way the whip moves in the air and the unforgettable sound when it reaches the skin. Most incredibly satisfying of all is that you get to watch Mistress Dometria in action over and over again.

My most recent session on film with Mistress Dometria was (at the time of writing this account) only yesterday. That was my toughest challenge yet.

I was in the gym again suspended upside down by my ankles and Mistress Dometria repeatedly whipped me across my lower back and my arse with the short whip, heavy bullwhip and something new to me, the leather belt. The session did not last as long as before, but that belt is just mind numbingly painful and it feels much like a bullwhip, but covers a greater area of flesh.

During the session I didn’t know whether I should laugh, or cry such was the mix of emotions surging through me. My laughing had Mistress laughing too and seemed only to egg her on into whipping me harder and harder. This session was just mad in it’s intensity, and although I felt I would have been able to have taken more punishment, the pain in my left ankle from being strung upside down got the better of me and enough was enough only too soon. You can watch this incredible session in Mistress’s full movies store. It’s called ‘Hung Upside Down Extreme Whipping - Full Movie’.

Once Mistress Dometria let me down and the pain in my ankle disappeared, Mistress Dometria had me stand against the ropes in the boxing-ring with my arms outstretched and here Mistress whipped me cruelly and mercilessly down on my shoulders and upper back with that horrid leather belt. After only a few lashes my legs started to wobble and within no time at all (or so it seemed) my legs gave under me and I dropped beaten and broken onto the canvass floor.

The strap used that way is the most brutal punishment I can think off. Being beaten down onto one’s knees is not how most people would want to spend their day, but for me it is electrifying, intense, mind blowing and a fantasy come true. Mistress has awakened in me something that I just know is going to lead me where even I don’t know I can go. This is the stuff of my wildest fantasies and I am just so pleased that I plucked up the courage to see something through that had been eating away at me for years. What’s the point in wasting time questioning why you want something, or if you are strange for wanting something different. Just go find it and rejoice when you do.

As it says on Mistress Dometria’s website:

Remember, 'Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained'. It would be a shame to always wonder, 'What If?