I think I’m some kind of flogging fairy. I convert men to being devoted floggers.
No less than half the men I have had sex with have started their journey with me as flogging virgins, but on the very first night of sex together, they were completely converted to being flogging enthusiasts. All of them picked up my mini-flogger, made a few test runs, and then began having a lot of fun, learning how to manipulate their wrists in the best way to create the maximum impact upon my rapidly pinking up bottom and thighs.
If you asked me my top fetishes, being flogged wouldn’t make the top five and maybe not even the top ten. I do really enjoy it, though. The sting from a flogger is quite different than being spanked with a hairbrush or strapped with a belt. Still, I’m not sure how I help create these flogging monsters whose first choice of implement often becomes a flogger. What is it about my ass that says, “Flog me!”?