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d against wearing a
bra. I run my fingers across your shoulderblades, enjoying the feel of
you twitching like my hands were charged with electricity.
I pick up the flogger I was playing with originally, and slide the
tails up over your ass cheeks, then up your spine. I receive a shiver
and a moan in response, so naturally, I assume that I have chosen the
proper instrument to use...
I start lazily swinging the tails at your ass, pretty much letting
gravity do most of the work for now... after a dozen or so swings, I
quickly snap the tails at your ass like a beach towel, hearing the
CRACK of the leather on your skin, then your squeal as the sting
travels from your ass to your brain to your mouth.
I switch to a slightly heaver whip... one with more thud to it. Then I
unleash it on your naked back. The first few blows don't elicit much
of a response, then I aim a strong stroke downward along your spine...
before it lands, my consciousness begins walking the line between
lifespace and headspace...
[The stroke seems to fall in slow motion as my arm sweeps downward,
the tails flying comet-like off the end of the flogger's handle. As
leather makes contact with flesh, I can hear each tail land, then
watch th
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