A few weeks ago – it was Saturday, I was enjoying my morning tea, still not awake properly – and my phone rang.
– Hello?
– Hi, it’s me, Juliet…
– Who? – I asked trying in my head to connect the voice with the face.
– It’s me, Juliet – Ms Slide!
– Ah! of course – Hello darling, how are you?
– Joanna, I have Swine Flu and am supposed to be one of the house Mistresses at the Bizarre Ball tonight! I’m a biohazard! Would you like to go there instead of me? Be my representative on Earth! Mistress Absolute will tell you all the details.
– Oh! Poor thing. Let me think… I have no serious plans for today, but it’s in few hours – what shall I wear? …but it could be fun…can wear my regular set…anyway – I should be the last person to worry what to wear…
I contacted Mistress Absolute and she gave me the details of Domme Corner’s policies, its rota, and dropped in few names who were going to be there.
The idea was that few of the Dominatrices would be set up in the dungeon and would spank or flog any Bizarre Ball guests curious or brave enough to try corporal punishment. And we were not supposed to leave any marks!
So I got myself ready, a quick transformation from pyjamas into Goddess outfit, packed my “light” implements and jumped into the cab heading off to SE1 club in London Bridge where the Bizarre Ball was held this year. On my way I was wondering what the Bizarre Ball was really about? It was the second year Bizarre Magazine was organising it, with its Halloween theme, for vanilla people with a penchant for the bizarre and maybe a hint of fetish – that’s all I knew.
I wasn’t surprised when I stepped onto the stage wearing my strap-on and the crowd around me took a few steps backward… Good – I thought – so now I can crack my whip. Oh how I love that sonic boom sound in my ears!
…and the crowd around me took a few steps backward…
I spotted one victim and together with Mistress Absolute we took him between us. He was standing in front of the stage, I was behind him with my bull whip and Max was in front of him with her snake whip. She told him to stay still with his arms spread and then we started. It was spectacular – the whips were cracking all over his body until he couldn’t take any more and managed to escape…for a while, at least…
One of our “victims” at the St. Andrew’s cross.
And then they started rolling in… A few pain sluts, after recognising how wonderfully heavy-handed we could be, were waiting in a queue for the St. Andrew’s cross. They tried to challenge us but when Max and I started, there was no brat we couldn’t cope with!
As the night went on, different types of people began to approach us. Women asked us to spank their boyfriends because they deserved it (of course!) They were very grateful… I had to teach them how to use that thing (what do you call it? – the girls were asking – ah – flogger, ok).
Towards the end I had girls kneeling on the bench with theirs sexy butts stuck out, and I had to spank them! It was actually the first time I had ever dealt with this sort of “clientele”. I truly enjoyed it, though I felt I had to be less rough than usual…
So the Bizarre Ball was not that vanilla after all… Or perhaps it was just the presence of us Dommes who turned it!