I Whipped a Man, and I Liked It
This was a welcome surprise after massive burnout as a professional dominatrix.
I noticed him as soon as my boyfriend and I arrived at the sex club. This particular man caught my eye.
He was naked but for the jockstrap he had on, and his body was covered in tattoos.
The tattoos made him look less naked — but no, he was still pretty naked.
Well, except for that jockstrap. Yup, a jockstrap. That was all he was wearing on his tall, fit, muscled form.
The jockstrap was like a cotton fig leaf covering his cock and nothing more.
Hot.
I didn’t see who else was with him. He was one of those people who, because of his striking looks, eclipses all those around him.
Even still, I eventually lost sight of him. I didn’t find him again until we were downstairs in the area where people have sex.
He was seated on a cushion in the middle of the room and was now wearing a blindfold over his eyes.
There was a woman with him. Of course, he had a woman with him.
She was petite and had a nose piercing. She was also naked, but for a towel wrapped around her waist. And she had something else in her hand — a…
