An introduction to flogging

You have instructed me to buy a flogger. Apparently, something every sub should have. I search the internet and chat to friends on IC to find the best supplier. There is almost unanimous recommendation for Jacks Floggers and so I go to check out what to buy.

Buying over the internet is a wonderful and simple way to avoid potential embarrassment. But, I have never seen a flogger in real life. I have no idea what I am buying. I pick out the softest ‘beginner’ model and send a picture to you. In an effort to persuade you that the ‘beginner’ model would be a good start, I also send you pictures from other suppliers of floggers with plastic handles and of one which looks impressive but ineffective. You are not fooled.

I am to find something ‘insertable’. Yes, the wooden handle is good, but it should be turned in such a way that it can be used to your satisfaction to torment me.

I post you another picture. This looks somewhat vicious to me and I hesitate but ache to please you. Yes…that is better, but more falls. I write to Jack who sends me a charming reply and offers to make to measure for the same price. I order the beginner model (in case you have a softer moment) and the insertable with oiled leather falls.

A week or so later they arrive. They are truly beautiful. I lay them on the sofa and photograph them for you. And, I believe you approve as you make time to visit and to use them on me.

My flat is scrubbed from top to bottom. The bed is made with fresh white sheets. Ironed and pressed. The kittens are banned to downstairs. I wait anxiously for you. You have told me the day but not given me a time. I am tied.

I drink tea to calm myself. Gallons of hot sweet tea. I bathe and dress for you in something clingy but still ladylike. No stockings, no knickers, no bra. I know that is your preference. I am on edge.

At around 5pm you phone. You will be with me in half an hour. Nervously I check my make-up, brush my hair and pace. I drink more tea.

You arrive. You look well. I see you check me, my dress, my shoes, my hair, my make up and the small plastic bracelet I have worn for you for five months. I think I see a look of disappointment on your face, I guess it is that the pink of the bracelet is faded, but I say nothing because I am scared to spoil this. You have told me what to expect. That we will talk for a few minutes and then we will play. You stun me by presenting me with a white envelope containing about 20 yellow plastic plant ties. You tie four or five of them round my wrists and tell me that the rest are for me to use to remind me of my ties to You.

You lead me upstairs and instruct me to change. I do so quickly putting on silver platform shoes, a short black cotton skirt that sits on my hips and barely covers my arse and a cut off teeshirt that shows my breasts. I want to pee and ask permission but it is not granted. You tell me that if I need to pee you will go. I apologise and say that I will wait. You instruct me to sit and play with myself. I am not to cum. I am to use my toy. After a minute or so, you take the toy and start to use it on me yourself. And, as you see me approaching orgasm, you stop.

You tell me to lie face down, to imagine myself tied to the bed. I stretch out and you smile.

You take the beginner model and bring it across my legs. It’s soft but stingy. Really quite nice. And then you use it harder…now it hurts. I hear you telling me not to let you, not to move, that the ties which bind us should hold me still. Again and again you beat me across my thighs and arse. Then you switch to the evil model with the oiled falls and continue. Now I can feel the marking on my thighs and arse. You instruct me to turn and continue, across my cunt and tummy and breasts. I can see you smiling at the way you have decorated me with cross-stitch wheels.

Finally you stop. I am spaced and floating and you smile benignly at me. You find a blanket and wrap me. You find socks for my feet. You hug me. You stay with me and warn me that I must keep warm for the next few hours. It’s August, but I shiver uncontrollable and you laugh and say you told me so…

An hour or so later you leave. At last I can pee! But, although I am aroused and needy you have told me my punishment for nearly spoiling the scene through my desire to pee is that I may not orgasm. So, instead I lower my stinging arse into a warm bath and try to relax. And remember that a wise sub avoids tea!