I decided to put the most shocking chapter first, on the grounds that anyone who can get through it without judging me forever will find the rest of the book quiteenjoyable.

I will tell you the tale of the Atlantaincident.

I used to travel to various tradeshows and conferences for work, all of them boring as fuck. On Halloween of 2012, I found myself in Atlanta Georgia. Wanting to get out of my skin for awhile, I did something that even for me was unexpected: I went on backpage and found adominatrix.

Actually, there were two of them, call them Ishtar and Dagon. Unlike the country club dommes that infest the scene up there, these two were young and hadn’t obeyed the law a single day in their lives. After some emailing, we agreed on a two hour double domme session, for a price that would have fed an African village for a year. The fact that I could do this is yet more proof of how much the first worldrocks.

The dungeon was a unit rented in a gated apartment building. I had great trouble finding it, and eventually one of them had to meet me out there, in full dominatrix attire, to the shock of some white collar dude who lived there. The dungeon was shared amongst several domes and rented out as needed to each, so it seldom sat idle. This is a clever businessmodel.

They made me strip on the porch and enter the building on all fours, which is to be expected with these things. They asked me what kind of session I wanted, and I replied that I desired an open ended session and that I would tell them when I’d had too much. Being gangster ass bitches, they were cool withthat.

The session started with them slapping my face and making fun of my penis, which is admittedly small. This is pretty tame stuff by fetish standards, so soon I was wantingmore.

Regrettably for me, the girls weren’t really into ass worship, which is a shame, as it’s my favorite kink. Something about kissing and licking a gorgeous set of female hindqua