The Whip Mistress

WC 465

The Whip Mistress

By Jack Rawlins

My name is Cadence Cardenzza. I and all members of my family-- past and present generations-- have been blessed with a perfect sense of rhythm, incredible athleticism, manual dexterity, and business acumen. The only thing lacking in our gene pool is any sense of modesty.

Even after flogging was outlawed in many parts of the world, the Cardenzza's enjoyed full employment. Our proud family never used a shift in public mores as an alibi to hamper their ability to make a buck. Instead, they followed the money;they shifted their talents into bondage and flagellation.

In 1980, my granddaddy, Zorro Cardenzza, opened a clandestine school in Tijuana, Mexico where he taught whip wielding and knot tying to sadists and masochists.

The school was an instant success. Granddaddy used the power of word of mouth advertising to attract students from all over the world. He called his technique, auto aura. “Create the right atmosphere of mystery and competence,” he told me,” “and your aura will be automatic. It will surround you like a halo.”

Another thing Granddaddy taught me was that perfect pitch is nice, but without tempo... without the right phrasing...without the right cadence, its owner will never make it to The Met. All his classes were set to music. The crack of whips and cries of pain and ecstasy filled his studios. In his hands, the whip became a percussion instrument that could tap a gentle minuet on a fanny or thrash fat buttocks with the gusto of a John Phillips Sousa' march.

When Granddaddy died in 2002, I was his sole heir. I had no desire to get my Gringo Card and move to Mexico. I sold a franchise for the studio in Tijuana to a Japanese investor. But I kept all the customer records. I now have those records and a multitude of new ones in my Beverly Hills, California studio.

I do not give lessons. I give sessions. My wealthy clientele pay me well for each visit—in yen euros, or anything equivalent to $1,000 USD. All sessions are by appointment only. No horny walk-ins are accepted.

A vital part of my aura is based on my love of music. All of my sessions are conducted to the passionate music of Ravel’s Bolero. The snap of my whip matches the cadence and mounting intensity of his master work until the final crack with the crash and climax at its conclusion.

Perhaps I sound smug. Well, I am. I am rich, happy, an honored by my satisfied clients who refer to me affectionately as their Whip Mistress.

As long as there is a market for kinky in the world, there will be those of us happy to work out the kinks--if the price is right.

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