Single-tail

Between the party and helping organize it, and the afterparty, and helping hostess it, and the loss of my puppy in July, two sets of houseguests since then, and the arrival of my mother, it had been too long for something unplanned.
So, we sashayed down to 1763 (www.1763.net) in ATL last p.m. and played with some of the TCE group and introduced a newby to the club, and I got myself another single-tail whipping to add to my list. While I was a little afraid to play with someone who was a) a new partner, and b) I had never even seen play and c) was already a little whipped (full pun intended), I knew the gentleman's reputation. His nickname is 'Fluffy' if that gives you any idea. When he wandered onto the establishment's patio with his single-tail, looking all forlorn because the rest of his contingent knew his skills and declined to be the subject of his interests, I was intrigued. We had met three years before and I had found him interesting, but other things in my life intervened. Now I looked toward Mister, certain he wouldn't approve, however, he was feeling mellow from our session (and the one he had done afterward on our guest) and told me to go ahead.
Now I was stuck. A little shaky from the previous events, and with more than a little trepidation -- any man who calls himself "Fluffy" is noone I trust with a light hand -- But you'll never know if you can fly until you jump from the cliff. So off we went. I let him know I liked to fight my bonds and that clips and cuffs were a necessary part of my head game. Sir would be monitoring and all I had to do was use my safe word. But, and this is a big but, we both knew it as a challenge. And I don't like to call uncle over a little blood. He had at me in skilled, but strong hand, for what felt like twenty minutes and left many marks that were admired by sundry, counting wasn't even part of it. He was finally kind enough to call for a break when he saw me shaking all over. I don't know if I would have called 'yellow' or not, or just fainted trying to keep up my self-image. But, with two play sessions in less than 2 hours I was happy to relinquish my fantasies developed from gay leather novels of weekend-long whippings and bondage, and retire peacefully to the nearby hotel to admire my marks and bask in the afterglow.