So, I was at Mizz Geena’s this past weekend. I already wrote about what it took to make this happen in my previous blog: Next Stop: Seattle and My Bare Ass. Well, it finally happened.
The drive from Portland to Seattle was smooth, and I arrived at Mizz Geena’s home just after 8 p.m. on Friday night. This wasn’t my first visit, but it was the first time I went there in a submissive role. That made it something entirely new.
Friday evening was low-key. Mizz Geena was winding down for the night, so we had a chance to chat a bit before she went to bed. The most surprising thing at first was seeing her boys walking around fully nude. That was something I had to adjust to. Still, that first night I was treated like a guest. I had my own bed in the guest room, and the guys and I stayed up playing video games before I called it a night. I went to bed wondering what the next day would bring.
The next morning, I woke up and followed the smell of breakfast and coffee to the kitchen, where houseboy and thing1 were already cooking. Then I heard her voice from the other room.
“Zeek, dear, it’s time. Strip and put on your collar.”
From that moment on, everything shifted. She handed me the guest collar, a beautiful blue leather one with shiny silver buckles. Once it was around my neck, I was no longer a visitor. I was one of her boys.
The rest of the weekend, I settled into that role. Being nude around the others felt normal surprisingly quickly. I participated in the daily routines, helped where needed, and served her directly. It felt incredible. Being in 24/7 service somehow felt like a vacation. I had no work stress, no screen time, no distractions. My entire focus was on being present and obedient to a strong, beautiful woman. Her other subs were great to be around, too. They made the experience fun and welcoming.
Saturday night was the highlight of the trip: my punishment ceremony.
It was held in her grand room, a wide and open space. The boys had set up the St. Andrew’s cross, and I was told to stand and face it, exposing my back. Thing1 and thing2 restrained me, and I was completely helpless to move.
But it wasn’t Mizz Geena who delivered the lashes. Instead, it was her friend Ruby. She’s currently studying graphic design, and Mizz Geena had been teaching her how to use the flogger and bullwhip. There were a few accidents. The worst happened when she struck the base of my balls with the whip. That one made me cry out, and I needed a short break to recover.
Despite the pain, the experience was intense in the best possible way. It was difficult, vulnerable, and also deeply erotic.
When the ceremony ended, the energy in the house shifted again. There was laughter, some good smoke, and a strong sexual buzz in the air. Two beautiful dominant women had four willing subs available, and I can say without a doubt that we were all put to use. I got used hard, and I know the others did too.
That’s where I’ll pause for now. I’ll share the details of our wild Sunday in my next post.
This is the way good boys are made.
Yes indeed, Mistress!