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            " Please write back when you get the chance? I’m only asking to correspond with you and occasionally submit myself to you to be absolutely whipped and beat into teary eyed delirium. I so love that.
To me it is like you are rebooting my mind. All upsetting and worrying thoughts are purged from me..."


"Mistress Devlynn DeSade is a spectacular woman. Her beauty in pictures does not adequately convey the woman that she is. She must be experienced. And to experience her to me was an unimaginably life enhancing event. I know that there must be others out there who like me have always had a secret fantasy of being totally dominated by a powerful, beautiful and intellectual woman, but were understandably afraid to make the first step. There is the fear of others knowing and judging you.  Mistress DeSade it totally discrete and no one would ever suspect that her studio is anything other than a nice condo. With me there was also the fear of actually being hurt or permanently scarred. That won’t happen, well, not unless you want it to maybe then. That would be between you and her. I also personally did not want to be verbally or mentally abused. She was not at all like that with me. She actually made me feel like she was a therapist who really had my best interests in mind.



Yes, I am what she would describe as a submissive to beautiful, intellectual, powerful women. But, I have done other things that most people have not nor would do. I have climbed out and hung from the wing strut of a small aircraft at 3000 feet and released myself to plummet toward the earth. I have repelled down a 200 foot cliff. I have my advanced open water scuba certification. I have drift dived at 90 feet over submerged cliffs that plummet down to a blue, black abyss where the bottom is thousands of feet below. I have explored ocean wrecks with their hulls as deep as 130 feet. I have done night dives in the open ocean. I have explored submerged cave systems. It’s not that I am fearless. To the contrary, I crave experiences that make ond fearful. It is during these moments that I actually feel like I am alive.

When with Mistress DeSade I know that I am safe, but when she is in her dominatrix persona there is an almost electrical, humming sensation of fear coursing through my body. There is a tingling in my thighs and stomach. I can almost feel my pupils dilating. I truly relish that. The fear impulse I experienced was nearly as intense as the ones I have experienced when climbing out, grabbing onto and hanging from a slick aluminum wing strut in an 85mph slip stream at 3000ft. I felt exhilarated! I felt scared of the unknown. Could I take the pain she was going to administer to me? Would she force me to use the safe word she gave me to take a time out? The answer to that question turned out to be YES! Twice actually, she is very good!  But she is also very reassuring when she sees that she has temporarily reached your limit.



I’m writing this review because the experience she provided me was so overwhelmingly wonderful I just hope I can give something back. For me it was the fulfillment of a fantasy I have had since I was about fourteen, to be paddled in the nude by a beautiful woman in a position of authority.





When I first met her I discovered that she had a hypnotic charm that when combined with her physical beauty made my knees feel like they were melting. She was wearing what I would describe as semi formal business attire, which is precisely what I wanted and had requested, with high heeled shoes.  She looked like she could have been in management in a corporate 500 company or possibly a middle school principal which went perfectly with my fantasy. 

After greeting me she brought me back into her studio and had me sit with her.  She first just wanted to get to know me somewhat. She spoke in a very friendly, calming manner. She could tell that I was slightly nervous. She brought me a glass of water and we talked about what she had planned for me. She assured me that she would not cause any permanent injury and she gave me a safe word to use if I felt that I needed a break from the session.

Our session was to be a role play. She would be a teacher and I would be a student who had been sent to be disciplined due to some transgression. She seemed concerned when she learned that I had never received a paddling on the bare skin. Well, her concern added to my excitement. I didn’t know what to expect either. But, it was too late to turn back now.



Her class room studio did an excellent job of simulating a class room of a school. There were some small class room desks, a chalk board, but what stood out the most was her desk. On it were her instruments. That was when the reality really started to sink in. This was actually going to happen! This was no longer a fantasy.

She had a couple wooden canes, some leather straps and two paddles. One a rather large, very intimidating black one and a smaller yellow, wooden paddle with holes drilled in it. And also one deceptively innocuous looking multi thonged rubber whip.

She had now taken on the role of an authoritarian school teacher. She did that perfectly.


I was instantly transported back to another time. It truly felt like she controlled my fate. I was in trouble and I had to take what ever punishment she decided was warranted. I felt the same feeling I had gotten back in grade school, middle school or high school that she had the power of the state behind her. If I did not obey her things would be much worse. I could be given out of school suspension or even expelled from the school entirely.

We discussed my “crimes” and she explained the necessity of punishing me for my transgressions. She then told me to remain seated for a few minutes to ponder my punishment as she stepped out of the room. Those were really long moments! My anticipation was truly peaking now.


I was starting to feel an excited, fearful tremor throughout. I almost felt cold although my palms were at the same time starting to sweat.

When she returned she commanded me to stand up, walk over to the back of the room and lean forward and place my hands on the wall. She told me that to remove my hands before being told to do so would result in five additional swats with the paddle.  She then felt and made sure that my back pockets were empty. I was wearing a t-shirt, blue jean cutoffs and boxer shorts. She started with the smaller wooden paddle, the one with the holes in it. Mistress DeSade has a slender build, but I found out that she has a powerful swing. 

Now because of the ultimate intensity of my punishment, my memory of how many licks I received has actually become blurred.  I truly got to the point where I was trying to use meditation techniques to allow me to continue. I was focusing on my breathing not on counting, except when she forced me to count the licks. That happened later. Anyway, this so far was not something I had never experienced before. I had been paddled several times in grade school, middle school, and at least once in high school with this much insulation. These first ten stung but I was able to keep my hands in place. Then she moved up to the larger paddle. She again told me that I was going to receive ten licks. This one was more authoritive. It had a good bite. I was now  huffing with each impact, but I was at least keeping my hands on the wall. She then took a break and made me have a seat for a minute.

It was definitely warm to sit down but I was greatful for the time to catch my breath. I was starting to slightly shake. This was real, but again, I was loving it. She then had me stand up again and now she had me drop my shorts. This put butterflies in my stomach!  There were now only thin cotton boxer shorts between me and that wicked looking paddle. Each lick now was followed by a reflexive “OW!” After ten of these and still keeping my hands on the wall I was proud of myself. Then came what I had been fantasizing for years. She reached over and pulled my boxers down around my ankles. The sensation of fire and ice comes to mind. My cheeks were on fire, but now they were exposed to air and completely vulnerable. She paused briefly.

It felt like I had ice water in my stomach. Once again I was to receive ten licks keeping my hands on the wall at all times. I bent down, closed my eyes and did my best to present myself to her. These cracks not only seemed to push as before but now because of the direct contact they were stretching the skin and pulling it apart almost like a biting sensation. Each impact seemed louder now and their exploding sting jolted all other thoughts out of my mind. I don’t think any tears came out but I know I couldn’t speak now for fear of my voice cracking. I’m pretty sure I was visibly shaking and panting now, no longer was it just a feeling inside because she paused after the ten and started rubbing my shoulder and asked if I was ok. That truly helped and greatly enhanced my experience in a positive way. She is great. She told me to sit down and actually had to guide me to my seat. I was unsure of my legs. My body and mind now came to the rescue for me. I started flooding with endorphins and numbing up; which is good because without it I don’t know how I could have continued with the next phase of my punishment. She had me stand up once again and walk over to a padded “horse”. It had one large padded bench section in the middle with two lower padded planks running parallel to it. She demonstrated that I was to straddle the bench with my knees on either side of the main bench and resting on the lower two planks and then lay my chest down onto the larger bench portion which would position my butt high in the air. But first she had me remove my clothes entirely.

My mouth was dry now. I could have really used some water but did not want to break out of the scene for that. I put my knees up and then bent over and lay my face and chest on the upper bench. I then reached  my arms under the main supporting bench and grabbed my elbows and squeezed firmly hoping to help brace myself for what was coming. I was truly exposed and vulnerable. I could only anticipate what this next phase would feel like. She got out all of her tools, her canes, the leather strap the two paddles; presenting each one to me individually before proceeding. Now my skin was stretched and taught across my behind. It’s hard to believe that it could have burned any more but it did. It was good that I was kind of lying down, because I’m not sure I could have continued standing. Finally for the last of this particular session she got out her large wooden paddle and told me that I was to receive twenty licks and that I was to count each one out loud. These impacts shot fire through me from my bottom up my spine to my brain. I could feel water pooling in my eyes. I counted each one aloud but my voice was becoming increasingly higher and near to cracking with each explosive slap.

I don’t know how I managed to hang in but I did. But she was not through with me. She had me get off the horse and she guided me over to her desk and explained that I was to select two instruments of punishment and this time I was going to receive as many licks with each of them as she decided was necessary and that I had to take them no matter how many they were so I was to chose carefully. Now, up until this time I had somehow managed to never use the safe word. I’m not sure how I had managed, but I did. I noticed that there was one instrument that she had never used on me yet. It was a small rubber whip. It had a wooden handle about one foot in length and maybe twenty or so thin rubber cords coming out of it maybe a foot and a half in length. It looked scary and painful, but after all that was what I was here for so I swallowed hard and picked it up. She demanded that I place it in her hands. I did. That was instrument one. I then selected my other favorite, the large wooden paddle. Like I said, this was what I was here for.



I wasn’t prepared for that little whip! She pushed me over my pain threshold. I never made it to the paddle. She had me once again straddle the horse and make myself comfortable. With the first lash I knew that this was a different instrument entirely from what she had used so far. I have no experience to compare this to. Maybe being branded is similar? I found out later that this little thing was actually breaking about the first layer of skin, it literally would cut slightly. What had I done? But, I was determined to hang on and endure through it. I don’t know how long I lasted. I could only squeeze my eyes tightly shut, hang on to my elbows and try to keep breathing. This was more difficult that you might imagine because each lash knocked my breath away and she had picked up into quite a fast rhythm. Soon I was letting out more breath with my reflexive “Ows!”  than I could get in. I finally reached an almost panic state from not being able to get enough air I guess and she broke me. I had to use the safe word and catch my breath.  She allowed me to rub some of the sting out and then asked if I was ready to resume my punishment. I said yes. 

Wow! Almost after the second stroke I was back near my breaking point. I squeezed my biceps as hard as I could and held on hoping I could endure it. She was going so fast. It was almost like her arm was a machine. I think I may have lasted about twenty more then I let out the safe word again. I said it about eight times and it took a moment to realize that she had stopped. It was over. It really, really stung! But I am so happy I did it. I truly loved this experience.




Some would not understand me and why I like these sorts of experiences. I posses by genetic makeup a highly addictive nature; because of this I do not drink, smoke or do any sort of drugs. I seek these sorts of experiences for the endorphin and adrenalin highs. Well, I also love the feeling of being vulnerable and in the control of a beautiful dominant woman.



Anyway, my punishment was over.  She had me stand and gather my clothes. She grabbed a hold of my left upper arm and helped me walk. I don’t think I could have waked without stumbling without her help. She took me to a full length mirror to see what had been done. My entire rear was deep red and there were several lashes reaching down across my right cheek like a long thin hand to my upper thigh. She had really punished me. But she was so gentle with me at that point. It was almost like she absorbed the pain away. I had the sensation of floating. I was absolutely stunned!

She then led me to a private bath room where she left me so I could clean myself up and get dressed. I did and then  joined her in the main  area and had a seat across from her in a comfortable chair with a foot stool. All of my energy was used up. I could have just finished a ten mile run sprinting the last 200 yards. But, I was so flooded by endorphins that I almost felt like I had been smoking opium. I felt no pain at this moment. Mistress DeSade’s treatment of me added to this pleasure effect. It’s hard to relate this state I was in at that moment. I was literally high from the endorphin overload.

I felt content, happy, relaxed, I had no worried thoughts about my job or future but was totally spent at the same time. I could have fallen asleep in the chair. She seemed just like an old friend at that point. We talked about what I had just experienced and what could be done in a future session.  She assured me that I had received no permanent damage, although some of the marks will linger for maybe even a few weeks. But I had requested that. I know that after a week I do still have a rather large bruise on my right cheek but it does not hurt any more. The lash marks are barely still there and fading fast. The overall discoloration of my cheeks is also fading back to normal.  She then asked if I would be interested in seeing her dungeon. Of course I was! More on that in the future I hope.

Yes, I will be back if she will have me.

Mistress DeSade is a remarkable woman. I can’t wait for my next session with her. The next time I am hoping that she will introduce me to some more experiences. If there is anyone reading this who is just on the edge of doing something like this for the first time as I was just a week ago. Please do it. You won’t be disappointed. She can tailor your experience to match what you want. My experience may be too intense for some. It may have been too light for others. She is very imaginative and flexible.



-D.O. June 2010

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