"I half recognized his words as a twisted version of some famous moviedialogue, but was too desperate to focus on that. Instead, I told him,"No, real...y, I'm supposed to meet my... Mistress... here. She shouldhave stopped in earlier. She was shopping for a corset." I almost saidthat it was for me, but decided that he didn't need to know that. Idescribed her to him and he gave me a blank look."Sorry, honey, but I haven't seen anyone like that, and I've been herefor hours. Maybe you should. Then she said hi and I didn’t know what to say.I gathered up some courage and consciousness since I was sober and responded. She said that her name was Nisha (name changed for privacy).I also stopped drinking further and held onto the drink I had (later I was happy that I didn’t drink much because that contributed to thebest experience of my life).She then asked about me and likewise I asked about her. Nisha suddenly showed a photo in her mobile where a guy was posing with her who looked a. “Spread your legs slut” naturally I obeyed. There I was completely at my Domme’s mercy.I focused straight ahead waiting for the first lash of her flogger.Mistress then swished her flogger through the air inches from my arse.Then she started, ten strokes. The flogger coming down on my arse hard.Count Slut. One, thank you Mistress I said.Thud. Two, thank you Mistress.Another thud, this time even more forceful. Three, thank you MistressShe continued to flog my arse increasing the force with each. It is heaven that someone was actually touching me, it was heaven that it was not expected, it was heaven that it was someone who cared about me. I’ve always kept tension in my body instead of letting it out through my mouth and getting me into serious trouble. She saw and felt that. Kaja started to work on that tension and I could feel some of it begin to melt away. That is the difference with young and old lovers. The older ones give their partners what their partners need, not always what.