So… I’m being sent to Mizz Geena’s for punishment. Yeah, seriously.

A little while back, she sent one of her boys, thing1, down to Portland for the weekend. The whole point was for Annie to have someone more resilient to practice her impact play on. Whipping, flogging, caning, all of it. Apparently I wasn’t cutting it. My limit kicked in too early, while thing1 just sort of… shrugged off the pain. That man is either made of steel or simply dissociates in a way I haven’t figured out.

In exchange, Annie and Mizz Geena decided it’s only fair that I get sent up to Seattle so she can return the favor. I’ve worked with Mizz Geena for years. We’ve built a very strong and productive working relationship. But we’ve never blurred lines like this before, and it’s going to be… different.

I’ll be there for just one night, and I’ve been told I will be treated like one of her own boys. Which means I’ll be stripped the moment I arrive and probably not clothed again until I leave. They’re already counting up how many lashings I’m due, and I’ve been warned to expect the full experience. I’m excited. And terrified.

Now, before anyone starts asking about how this is allowed, let me explain. We do have a policy about keeping Staff Dommes and volunteer subs separate. It helps avoid anything that could turn into a conflict or, worse, an HR disaster.

That said, Madam Nora has allowed for certain very limited exceptions. It helps that I’m really just a contractor, but still she make sure to set very specific rules for any exceptions. And one of those is personal arrangements that are fully documented and agreed to outside the chain of Magazine command. Which brings me to the weirdest Zoom meeting of my life.

Imagine sitting on a video call with a dead-serious attorney who has no idea what FemdomU is, but has been tasked with drafting the agreement. And now he’s reading the terms to you. Out loud. Slowly. In legalese.

Things like:

• “You acknowledge that any consensual corporal punishment received from Ms Geena is being done of your own volition.”
• “You waive all rights to file grievances regarding nudity, bondage, or orgasm control if initiated in a private capacity and with prior consent.”
• “You understand that submission to physical discipline, such as paddling, flogging, and/or binding, is not part of your professional responsibilities and may not be used to influence compensation, assignment, or rank.”
• “You agree to use the phrase ‘personal time’ in any internal scheduling, and not to publicly refer to this as a FemdomU-sanctioned session.”
• “You have been advised that you may revoke consent at any time, but you understand that doing so may result in disappointment, embarrassment, or loss of privileges.”

He even had to ask, in a completely deadpan tone:
“Will there be any penetrative acts with foreign objects or bodily fluids exchanged, sir?”
And I had to keep a straight face as I answered, “I’m not certain, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was, counselor.”

Yeah. That happened.

Anyway, the paperwork is signed. The agreements are in. And the next step is figuring out when I make the trek north to Seattle to present my ass for punishment.