My First Taste of the Lash

Before I went out of town this week, My Mistress took the whip to my back for the first time. To the left is the exact type of whip she used.

Now I have been a slave off and on for around 14 years, so I have had my fair share of whippings. But I honestly think this past whipping, brief as it was, had more of an impact on me than any other whipping. It has left me with this constant longing to throw myself at my Mistress' feet and proclaim my devotion to her.

We were kissing and locked in an embrace, whispering in each other's ears, when all of a sudden she whispered something in mine. "You need to take your shirt off," she told me with a calm but commanding tone. I knew this was the first time for her to use the whip like this and I was much more worried about her than myself. I removed my shirt and turned face down on the bed, hands above my head grabbing onto the mattress. That moment, the moment as a slave where your flesh is exposed and your owner is standing over you, whip in hand, that is a moment like no other. I wondered if she had it in her. I wondered if she would get addicted she would love beating me so much. I wondered if this would allow her to get some stress and/or anger out from other areas in her life. And most of all I wondered how hard she was going to stripe me with the whip. That first lash tells so much. It more times than not, gives a slave an indication of just how severe his owner will be with him.

So there I was, in that moment before the first lash. You could just barely hear the whip whistle thru the air before it cracked onto my flesh and I jerked in predictable fashion. I gasped in incredible pain and moaned. My Mistress had surprised me with just how hard she was willing to beat me. I didn't like the pain at all, but absolutely loved the fact she was enjoying it and learning and growing. The vanilla side of her came to my side and I think even apologized, but I assured her not to stop on my account. That as her slave, this was my job to take the whip for her. And even though there were only 5 more lashes, it was the most intense moment of my slavery to her so far. I was bonded to her for life.

After the whipping, I was told to worship her feet. And I have to tell you, I was completely humbled by that time. Her feet had been in sweaty hot shoes all morning with no socks, but without hesitation, I eagerly began sucking her toes and worshipping her feet as her humble slave. I love her. She is the most wonderful part of my life....

And all week long, those lashes have kept me mindful of both her and the fact that I am once again, an owned slave....