A review, given to me, passed along.

This was written by someone who prefers to keep a lower profile, so I'm passing it along to you instead.

In response to a recent post by Miss Jordan Jones on Max seeking a “first human single tail subject,” Miss Jones and I corresponded for a few weeks prior to my planned journey to the Big Apple. I was attracted to the opportunity by a few factors – first, to my knowledge, this was my first, first; second, Miss Jones’ writings on Max and elsewhere were impressive, well thought out with a biting realism that is characteristic of someone with a clever but cunning sense of humor; and third, there simply is nothing as sexy as a very hot woman brandishing a single tail.

Miss Jones patiently endured the frequency with which my travel plans changed but finally, we locked in a date (I was excited as my last session, a few months prior, had such great promise but turned sour rapidly due the unsafe practices of a seemingly well regarded Domme in Chicago). Miss Jones, in pre-session correspondence, assured me that while she was eager to work me over, she would be supremely cognizant of my safety at all times. I believed her and she delivered exactly what she said she would deliver.

Upon meeting her at Mistress Wynter’s supremely well equipped dungeon (the amount of diabolical instruments adorning the walls and floors is stunning), I was taken aback the difference between Miss Jones in photos and Miss Jones in real life – to say that she is far more attractive than her pics is both a cliché and an understatement in this case. I tend to be more attracted to brunettes than blondes or redheads but Miss Jones is smokin’ hot. She told me that this observation is not uncommon and I certainly understood why.

Given all the correspondence, it was a bit awkward when we started but Miss Jones immediately got into it – Miss Jones is a supremely confident woman who took charge without hesitation. She warmed me up with her hand, several floggers and a paddle or two. I knew almost immediately that she meant business and that I was not leaving unscathed – this is why I love sessioning in NY – even the warm ups hurt. Miss Jones remarked at how rapidly my ass turned red and after about 10-15 minutes, she was ready to get serious.

Miss Jones had me lean forward with my back and ass fully exposed, unbound, against a some sort of a tall bondage bench at the far end of the room in which we were playing so that she could maximize her arm extension while brandishing a 3-4 foot signal whip. She took a few practice swings and let one fly that lashed my back and with that, Miss Jones lost her single tail virginity.

My immediate observations were that Miss Jones did not intend to go easy on me despite that I was her first human experience – she intended to deliver biting lashes and; secondly, the whip that she was using was very high quality, probably a Morgan or a Tella. Each time Miss Jones connected, the whip left an impression.

We had agreed beforehand that while we would have an “official” session, her intent was target practice and that I would provide Miss Jones with feedback and suggestions, which I openly did. Miss Jones focused her efforts on my ass (per my request) and made adjustments to hit a lower target. Within a few strikes, Miss Jones carefully delivered lashes that were memorable and impressive, especially for her first time. At one point, she try decided to throw the whip in a slightly different manner – this enabled her to produce a loud cracking sound, which delighted Miss Jones.

What struck me (aside from repeated blows from the whip) was Miss Jones’ almost obsessive, competitive and desire and attendant to deliver precision lashes in a very careful and caring manner. In the not too distant future, I could easily see Miss Jones joining the ranks of a dwindling elite group of Dommes who have mastery over the single tail. Miss Jones insisted that this be a safe, enjoyable (as enjoyable as receiving a whipping could be) experience. The lashes she delivered were a combination of soft kisses and stinging, welt producing strikes. I never knew what was coming, heightening the anticipation for each lash. After well in excess of 100 lashes with the single tail, we moved onto other activities (including a rawhide cane that delivered tear producing strokes to the inside of my thighs).

Throughout the session, Miss Jones and I bantered back and forth (any initial awkwardness rapidly vanished as I flirt relentlessly in session) and I was exposed, first hand, to her warmth and laughter. In the end, I had a great time and Miss Jones seemed pretty psyched that she had a willing target with which to experiment. I look forward to meeting up with Miss Jones again when I am back in the Apple.