My Master often allows me the privilege and duty of selecting new toys. I am, as he is fond of putting it, ‘drawn predictably to that which I fear and desire the best.' Floggers are my greatest weakness so when he caught me perusing them one day he commanded me to buy the one that I really wanted.

Master had examined my selection, fingering the stiffness of the tails and sweeping the falls through the air in great arcs. I watched eagerly. He seemed amused by my choice. It was a thirty tail bison leather flogger with 24" falls on a 10" heavily weighted handle. Heavy falls with stiff edges that I knew could sting like hot wax or thud with body wrenching force under his skilled control. As he deftly flicked the massive instrument around judging its balance and the spread of the falls I became more apprehensive. It was massive and intimidating. A low, ominous hiss announced each stroke as it drove through the air. Master let it wrap his shoulders and side...adding the...

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