I was lying across her whipping bench wriggling with pain having just received a dozen strokes of what the Domina called ‘A more painful paddle’. I was now expecting something more painful still. Yet Domina Liza was only half way through the sequence she had planned. I was beginning to doubt that I would make it to the end but if I asked for mercy would I receive it?
I arrived for my appointment ten minutes late and was rebuked by Domina Liza for not keeping her informed. Lesson learned: I must communicate better. We had a good chat about what my Goddess MzFee would expect from the session.
I confessed my crimes for her consideration. I suggested that my Goddess would be pleased if I were to receive corporal punishment for too frequently pleasuring myself. I need to understand that letting my hand drift to my cock would have painful consequences.
I also confessed that I had wilfully and deliberately gazed at the cleavage of a woman I work with. I felt that this had disrespected her and was dishonouring to Womankind.
After this I was told to follow Domina Liza upstairs to her play room, strip naked, and stand in front of the mirror. Here she gave me a dressing down for some of my misdemeanours and took some time to explain her approach and methods. She caught me out with some questions, “When you looked at your colleagues’ cleavage was it as exciting as MzFee’s?”
I try hard not to look at Goddess’ cleavage, so I didn’t know what to say and said “Yes!” before I had time to process what the consequences might be. In my defence I would say that nervous as I was, my brain was not functioning in an orderly manner. But before a Domina, in a room full of whips, there is no defence, and no forgiveness. I was here to be punished.
This began immediately as I was fastened to a St Andrew’s cross and warmed up with a number of floggers, each one of increasing severity. It was clear that Domina Liza knew what she was doing, she explained what each flogger was made of and why some hurt more than others.
Another lesson learned. There is a lot more to giving someone a good seeing to than we males might imagine, knowing how much pain to inflict and when to relent. To destroy someone would be easy, but to take that person to the edge and play with their limits is not. I am in awe of Domina Liza’s knowledge, experience, and intuition.
She chose a single-tail whip.
What had happened before was warm-up, the punishment was about to begin. A few strokes of the single-tail made that clear and then Domina said, “Now for that long look at your colleagues’ cleavage, six strokes of the whip”. That particular invasion of a woman’s privacy was about to hurt me.
After the first hot, sharp, impact I thought to myself, “Only five more strokes”. But as the second and third fell I was doubting that I would last, this whip was so painful, too painful! I made it to the sixth stroke without begging for mercy, but I was gasping with the pain.
Now I was turned ‘round, secured to the cross but facing outwards this time. Domina Liza then clipped fifteen clothes pegs to my genitals. I stood there feeling ridiculous as she chatted to me. It felt like a bit of a joke until she took out a riding crop and flicked it hard onto the cluster of clothes pegs. I have rarely felt such a burst of breathtaking horror and cried out with the pain; under no circumstances did I ever want to experience that again!
From a small cupboard Domina Liza produced a dice. “I am going to throw the dice and the number that comes up is the number of flicks of the crop at the clothes pegs”. She threw a ‘5’, and I screamed my way through the next five flicks at my genitals.
“How many pegs are left?” This was clearly a trick question, so I looked down and counted very carefully. I thought it was thirteen, it turned out to be twelve, but it wasn’t a trick, hors d’oeuvres were over and we were about to move on to the main course.
You have to lie on the whipping bench so that the Domina can strap you down and secure your wrists so that you cannot climb off. That done, the warm-up begins with a variety of floggers and paddles. I was now helpless and at her mercy, wondering what was to come.
“You will receive a dozen strokes of each of a dozen different implements”, she said.
So here I am back where we started and feeling very apprehensive about the immediate future. Those twelve strokes of ‘a more painful paddle’ were challenging to receive. “Seventy-two strokes left”, she said. The next twelve from a riding crop, the next from the Russian whip, then twelve from a signal whip, it was relentless.
“Now I want you to imagine that MzFee is sitting in the corner watching you suffer”, she said. I did as I was told and pictured Her sitting there. “I am here to suffer for my crimes against Womankind, I am here to be humbled by pain and to learn obedience, I am here because You want me to suffer. Thank You, Goddess”.
With my backside on fire, the last two dozen strokes with two different canes were applied. Domina Liza led me in a dance on the edge of more-than-I-could-bear while I squirmed and wriggled against the restraints gasping in desperation with every cut of the cane.
Released from the bench I was debriefed. Domina Liza wore a two-piece suit with a midi-length skirt and beautiful high heeled shoes. I stood before her stark naked as we talked over the session.
“You should be proud”, she said.
“I have so much to learn”, I thought”.
Thank You, Goddess MzFee, for Your permission to visit Domina Liza.
Thank You, Domina Liza, for everything you have taught me.
Servus, slave of Goddess MzFee – April 2026 (2nd visit)