Sex & Mischief Red Rope Flogger and 40 similar items

Stroke after exhilarating stroke, the flogger was brought down upon my yearning and receptive flesh. At times there was almost a musical rhythm to the frenzy, but it seemed every time I had figured out the pattern, the cadence was changed; sometimes very slightly, other times, maddeningly so. Nevertheless, regardless of the unrelenting crack of the whip, I never asked for it to stop. We both knew our parts, and thank heavens, we both relished in our roles.