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The last few weeks have been somewhat draining on me. I've had to deal with ending the relationship with one of my girls, which wasn't an easy thing on either of us. Toward the end I saw some things that showed me just how unstable she is, and how in need she is of someone better than I to help her through it all. I know that I made the right decision, but the right path is hardly ever the easy one to take.

With all of this pent up, I was in need of some release. And the best release for me is in the exchange of pain. So last weekend at the local dungeon (Club 1763), when the singletail whip presenter needed a test dummy, I volunteered for the job. Well, I halfway volunteered, and halfway was volunteered by everyone else there, who had seen my first singletail whip experience. They related how much I was able to take to the presenter, which made me a bit uncomfortable, but I let them go on because I knew that I was in need of more than a little pain that night. I know I'm not a "hardcore masochist" -- I think my limits are pretty low, personally. But if others wanted to paint me that way so that the presenter would go harder, then so be it.

And that's exactly what he did. It was only my second time experiencing a singletail whip, and he went for my front -- right for the navel and nipples, the most sensitive parts. There was not much in the way of a warmup before he went right into it. I'm not sure how long it all lasted; I know at some point I started sweating, and then shaking, and then when I started getting nauseas, he stopped. His aftercare was impeccable -- he had everyone there come and lay hands on me, and maintained physical contact afterward until I came down from the high.



I wasn't done, though. The whipping broke me down, as I had hoped for. But I needed more, from the other side of it -- I needed to make someone gasp in agony, to cry from pain. So later that night, I cuffed my girl Loryn to a wench, raised her up, and had my way with her. A friend of mine named Dream -- the lady who had first singletailed me, in fact -- joined in with me, and we both took Loryn to the point of tears, and beyond. It felt so good to be able to help someone else find that release, and to sate my own urges at the same time. She did call out "yellow" for the first time ever, which brought a little grin to my face.

All in all, it was a great night. And the next night I attended the grand opening of Studio Eris, Atlanta's second public dungeon. It's smaller than 1763, and also 18 and up instead of 21 and up. I really like the decor of the place; it's smaller and more intimate, too. I got the pleasure of seeing a truly hardcore masochist that night, named Daniel -- submissive of the Lady Violet Arcane. It's always a pleasure to watch him, to see the extremes that he craves. The scene was a bit detached, however. There was pain given in droves, but there didn't seem to be much of a spiritual connection there. Not surprising, I suppose -- it's sort of hard to form a connection in such an environment.

I look forward to attending events at Studio Eris more in the future. I think events there will attract more of the younger and more attractive folks in the lifestyle, and eye candy is never a bad thing (hey, I'm on this site, aren't I?).