It’s a strange sensation, a flogging. Particularly when it’s the last thing you imagined you’d be doing on a random weekend night in the suburbs. But there I was, shirt off. Back naked, vulnerable. While an experienced Domme ran me through my paces….and a series of increasingly intense floggers. Not painful, as such. Well, except for ‘the bitch’. Rather a combination of sensation and anticipation that left me giggling and grinning like a loon (and, yes, I’ll admit…more than a little aroused). That said; I suspect I was treated gently. Kinda like a pusher deals with the noobs. The first one’s free. After that you pay.
Now there’s a thought.
They say you don’t miss what you don’t know. And that’s the bastard truth. Now I know.
(For more on this strange night…a link that’s decidedly NSFW, BTW)