It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them. In fact, my angry, middle-aged father would’ve probably fitted in with his penchant for ‘the slipper’ whenever me and my sister stepped out of line. This is an especially versatile piece of kit from my own design and again manufactured by ‘Fetters’. It can be used as a bondage table and has points for securing both straps and ropes and the strategic cut outs on the table allow access to all the interesting bits. This subtle feature also means your victim can be secured face up or face down and there is still no escape! But that is not all, within 15 seconds the board can be upright allowing your subject to be spread eagled ala a St Georges Cross.

Not wishing to overstay our welcome, we moved on. Not that I believe overstaying one’s welcome is possible in a fetish club. The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.He always threatens smaller kids!” chimed in the third guy, Sammy Mason, who was also smaller than average “He’s Jordan Draper, the bully we told you about!” Having a 24/7 dungeon by the spring of 1997 was just awesome. I felt I was on the top of my game and my journey into the kinky BDSM world went full speed. Still when participating in public events like Gay Pride or marches, I always wore a hat, trying to conceal my identity from TV news cameras. When we registered, for the first time I was asked for a scene name for the badge. For the first time, I had a badge saying “Master Taíno,” the same name I had been using at the SigMa dungeon for the last couple of years and the same name I had been using on my vanity license plates for both of my vehicles. Many in the community, including my now good friend, Guy Baldwin, believe that we should use our real names as a way to be totally out. I respect that opinion but also I disagree. Each person has to make his own decision on what works for him. So I am going to explain why I use Master Taíno and not my legal name.

When I embraced the leather community, I was not sure how much of my time I could dedicate to it. It did not take long for me to realize that at 42, I had a lot of catching up to do. I began the process of abandoning much of the vanilla world and activities, and unfortunately even friends, as I embraced my leather heart and spirit more and more. I searched and found the people from Atlanta, Master Roger Curtman and his slave bill. They encouraged me to start a chapter in Washington, DC. I was not sure that I was ready but I knew that we needed a way to learn. And talking with Master Roger, I realized that he was putting together an event and that it was going to be a first, although I did not know it at the time. He was bringing the International Master/slave Contest to Atlanta but as its own event and not as part of another event as it had been since its beginning in 1992. It was going to take place March 19-21, 1999. I remember attending that contest in 1996 as part of the South East Leather Fest (SELF). I had fun at that time and discovered the Sanctuary, the great dungeon from Master Doug Harris, but I did not learn much since there was no education, just a nice party. Men in suits shuffle out past the craziness, into the mundanities of Islington and the suburbs beyond. Others make their way to the ‘couples room’ (the room for sex) and I get the feeling that for some, the night is just getting started. As observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved discomforts and humiliations. Still tied up and duct tape gagged, he had been hing fron the ceiling by his blue speedos, in an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. Adding to his humiliation a white surrender flag protruded from between his two now red and bad badly bruised and bitten butt cheeks, having been inserted deep into his ant bitten anus.

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The classes, the presenters and panelists were a validation of my inner feelings. I was not alone. What has been cruising my brain for so long, can be done. Time to act. Time to be myself. Time to be real. Master Taíno was born.