Another Satisfied Customer

To say I like Dom is a wee bit of an understatement, I just love the idea of coming up with creative ways to push someones limits, it just appeals to my inner sociopath, it make me feel all warm and cuddly. I will lay in bed at night and devise wickedly delightful things to do to my subs. I was once told by one young man, I was inspired.

I was in Kilkenny getting more and more frustrated by the minute, because the phone was NOT ringing, I mean it was so quiet, I called myself a couple of time to check it was working, yup it was fine, but I wasn’t. I was loosing the will to live as a good friend of mine would say. I packed my bags and headed to Dublin, well we all know how inundated Dublin is with pussy for sale, so I figured my chance of doing much of anything was at best slim, and worst none. So, checked into my apartment, and waited, the phone started to ring, SHOCK. OMG, I had clients calling me! WOW!

Well, to make a long story short, I had one particular gentlemen call who surprisingly enough made my day. He wanted corporal punishment, ok fair enough, I have 2 riding crops, 1 cane , 2 flogs-one large, one small, 1 paddle, and a horse hair whisk. No problem I said. Well, he asked if he could bring his own cane. Ok, impressive! I like a man who knows what he wants to be beaten with, that way we both know the experience will be a fulfilling one.

Well, here are the results of that encounter. He happily skipped home, and called the next day for another session, unfortunately I had already left town.

Something to show I love you.

I am now the proud owner of a horsehair fly whisk, from one of London’s more prestigious houses for the riding set. I was just drooling over the riding gear in the shop, they were just lovely and well made. I wish I had more gentlemen interested in proper pony play, or at least letting me tryout my new riding toys on them. <Sighs>

This lovely new toy would be used at the end of a flogging session, as it leaves a light almost unnoticeable sensation on the skin, akin to an after thought. So wailing on someone in the beginning of the session with it, will leave them unimpressed, but after solidly working them over for the better part of an hour, priming the skin, raising the blood to the surface, then applying with light deft wrist flicks, the fly whisk. Bliss! I think the gentlemen in question will leave with a new appreciation of what it means to be ‘ridden hard’. Oh, I can’t wait to try this out. Any volunteers?