I saw this over on ASW and copied it to here.

In article <c1du9.19526$2s.870210~twister.maine.rr.com>,
"The Prince Of Darkness" <mrspraycan~aol.com> wrote:

  > From today's Salon, premium edition ...(c) etc., but too
  > interesting to
not
  > share...
  >
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  >
  > Slavercise Mistress Victoria will slap you, whip you and
  > intimidate you into shape -- or you'll have to lay a wet
  > kiss on her derrière.
  >
  > - - - - - - - - - - - - By Dave Hill
  >
  >
  >
  > Oct. 25, 2002 | It's no secret that men and women sign up
  > for gym memberships to get laid. But are people ready to
  > head to the gym to be physically and verbally humiliated,
  > beaten with a riding crop, and
literally
  > forced to kiss their fitness instructor's ass?
  >
  > A New York dominatrix going by the name of Mistress Victoria
  > is counting
on
  > it. A professional adult-fantasy role player for the past
  > eight years, Victoria recently combined her on-the-job
  > experience with a passion for physical fitness to create
  > an S/M-themed exercise class and video called
  > Slavercise.
  >
  > "A lot of people coming in to see me as a dominatrix were
  > morbidly obese
and
  > apologizing for the way they looked," Victoria explains. "I
  > figured it was time to do something about it."
  >
  > Plus-size men in leather panties aside, a sagging economy
  > has also been a factor in the creation of this unique
  > fitness regimen. "Slavercise lets me reach people for a
  > lower fee," Victoria says. At just $20 for the
hour-long
  > group class, Slavercise allows its participants to take
  > their lumps at a fraction of what it would cost to get
  > slapped around by Victoria in her private dungeon.
  >
  > Desperately out of shape and not entirely opposed to the
  > idea of a sexy beating, I decided to swing by Slavercise's
  > weekly session at Manhattan's Musical Theatre Works for a
  > bit of the rough stuff.
  >
  > As I waited in the hallway with my fellow Slavercisers for a
  > martial arts class to empty out, it wasn't hard to guess who
  > showed up to exercise and who showed up to do whatever a
  > beautiful and petite blonde in a leather miniskirt, fishnet
  > stockings and stiletto heels told them to.
  >
  > Nick, a young copywriter from Manhattan wearing athletic
  > shorts and a tank top, for example, could have easily passed
  > for one of the guys I saw pounding the treadmills at Crunch
  > down the block. Ed, a chunky lawyer from Queens wearing gray
  > sweat pants and black leather work shoes, on the other hand,
  > probably had a bit more than burning calories on his mind.
  > In the brand-new running shoes and nylon pants I had
  > recently bought while suffering from the delusion that I was
  > going to take up jogging, I suppose
I
  > had a bit in common with both of them.
  >
  > Mistress Victoria arrived at the class in pulled-back hair,
  > a light blue jacket, black slacks and sporty slip-on
  > sneakers. She could have easily passed for an off-duty Gap
  > employee. That impression quickly faded when
she
  > stripped down to her skimpy black leather ensemble and began
  > calling me a "pussy" a whole lot more than most retail
  > salespeople I've encountered.
  >
  > "You all look so pathetic," Victoria announced, signaling it
  > was time for the fun to begin.
  >
  > While the notion of combining a fitness class with S/M may
  > seem horribly misguided at first, I was surprised how much
  > sense it made once the class got underway. The effect is not
  > unlike attending a boot camp run by an especially sexy drill
  > sergeant.
  >
  > "I'm gonna kick you in the 'nads," Mistress Victoria
  > bellowed as I
struggled
  > my way through a short set of push-ups. I'm not sure whether
  > it was my strong desire to get into shape or simply my fear
  > of castration at work,
but
  > somehow her words inspired me to keep going. Were I not a
  > gentleman, I
might
  > also point out that every time Mistress Victoria leaned
  > forward to demonstrate a particular exercise, it was not
  > entirely difficult to see right down her leather top.
  >
  > Tight outfits, a sultry demeanor and a penchant for
  > name-calling aren't
the
  > only things Victoria brings to the picture. As a licensed
  > personal trainer and group fitness instructor, she has made
  > Slavercise a solid workout. Squats, lunges, crunches,
  > suicide sprints and stretching exercises all factor heavily
  > into the routine. Being forced to plant wet kisses on her
ass
  > while doing sit-ups is what made it so different from my
  > high school gym class.
  >
  > "A whip-wielding woman in heels is a lot more intimidating
  > than a typical aerobics teacher," Victoria says. "And even
  > if it's just entertaining for people, if it brings them out
  > to exercise, it's a good thing."
  >
  > A woman with a whip can also get people to do pretty much
  > whatever she wants. It is not uncommon for Slavercisers to
  > be forced to oink like a pig on command or be made to wear a
  > pig snout to enhance the effect. I also found out that if
  > Mistress Victoria decides she wants to ride you like a horse
  > while you're on the ground doing leg stretches, it's best to
  > shut up and make like Seattle Slew.
  >
  > Even an ill-tempered equestrian like Mistress Victoria knows
  > about limits, though. Should either the push-ups or her
  > repeated suggestion that I may indeed lack properly
  > functioning genitalia prove too much to handle, I
need
  > only utter the word "mercy," and she is happy to stop the
  > abuse. Saying things like "Stop, you're hurting me!" "Heart
  > disease runs in my family!"
or
  > "I am not a mischievous pony!" however, will most likely
  > just aggravate matters. When the fitness buff next to me let
  > out a few groans during a particularly harrowing
  > toe-touching exercise, Mistress Victoria reacted by shoving
  > one of her pointy heels deep into his mouth.
  >
  > "Suck it!" she demanded repeatedly as I began to ask myself
  > whether I
should
  > have signed up for the introductory ballet class next door
  > instead. I was afraid Mistress Victoria might coerce me into
  > doing a little heel-sucking
of
  > my own, but in a rare act of benevolence, she simply walked
  > over and
smacked
  > my ass a couple of times.
  >
  > Mistress Victoria's softer side shone through again when she
  > allowed one wiped-out student to take a break from the
  > action and puke all over his sweat pants. Moments earlier
  > she had forced him to don a pink ballerina
tutu
  > as punishment for finishing last in the suicide sprints.
  >
  > In addition to helping people attain their fitness goals,
  > Mistress
Victoria
  > is also quick to point out the romantic benefits of breaking
  > a sweat.
  >
  > "It's true what they say about pheromones, you know," she
  > intimated to me after class. "I have a friend that rubs
  > fresh crotch sweat on his face in order to attract women,
  > and he gets laid constantly."
  >
  > I thought about expressing my disbelief at Mistress
  > Victoria's story. Then
I
  > remembered how this was the same woman who threatened to
  > "kick me in the 'nads" an hour earlier, so instead I just
  > told her that I'd be rubbing nut sweat on my cheeks as soon
  > as I got the chance.
  >
  > Those not fortunate enough to experience the unique
  > motivation of Mistress Victoria in person have the
  > Slavercise video to look forward to. Available later this
  > year via her Web site, the video features the shapely
dominatrix
  > leading the Easter Bunny, a businessman wearing a pig snout,
  > Al Gore and
the
  > requisite guy in a leather mask all down the road to
  > wellness. Imagine stumbling upon someone's home footage of a
  > really creepy costume party
while
  > flipping down your cable dial late one night, and you start
  > to get the picture.
  >
  > "This video is for the really fat losers who haven't worked
  > out in a long time," Victoria clarifies with the kind of
  > attitude you'd expect from a woman who works out in
  > five-inch heels. "The classes are definitely more
  > challenging than the video because there's no wimping out
  > in class."
  >
  > A "Slavercise: Beat the Fat" cookbook is also in the works.
  > In addition to low-fat recipes, the book will feature quick
  > workout tips, a guide to
table
  > service and etiquette, and -- I'm hoping -- at least a
  > few clever
rump-roast
  > references.
  >
  > But all this brand marketing doesn't mean Mistress Victoria
  > has forgotten individual needs. Upon registration,
  > Slavercisers are asked to specify
their
  > favorite fetishes as well as to decide how much physical and
  > verbal punishment they'd like to see headed their way or
  > whether they would
prefer
  > simply to delight in the misfortune of others.
  >
  > "A foot fetishist is more likely to get in that extra
  > push-up if he's kissing feet while doing so," Victoria
  > explains.
  >
  > Still, there's only so much you can do within the confines
  > of a group fitness class. It's anyone's guess how Mistress
  > Victoria might handle a Slavercise visit from one of her
  > regular dungeon clients, a trailblazing gentleman with a
  > thing for dressing up in full geisha attire and shoving
  > hard-boiled eggs up his ass.
  >
  > That, one can only assume, is another class altogether.
  >
  > As I headed back out onto Lafayette Street after class, I
  > was sweaty and sore. More than anything else, however, I
  > felt invigorated. Sure, I was nearly brought to tears
  > while trying to complete a few basic calisthenics. And
  > sure, Mistress Victoria made me wear that pink tutu after
  > I had made
fun
  > of that guy who puked on himself. But if it all means that I
  > get to have a little fun while trying to whip my body back
  > into shape, then I guess I'm happy to be Mistress Victoria's
  > little bitch for a while.