Click.
Tabitha stood in front of me with a flogger that had leather falls. When I moved my focus from the flogger to her eyes, I found she was already staring at me.
“Prior to your most recent relationship, did you enjoy playing with floggers, Andrew?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
“Did Elise harm you with one?”
Had she?
When it was evident to her that I’d found myself unsure, she reworded her question.
“Did she ever use one of these and ignore your safe word while using it?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
“I’m going to touch you with the falls, but I will not strike you. Is that alright?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
Click.
Click.
She stood beside my left shoulder and let the falls rest lazily against my chest and abdomen. Slowly, she walked around me, dragging the falls gently around my body. It felt amazing. I couldn’t decide what I had missed more: the feeling of the flogger or the feeling of knowing that the person holding it could be trusted.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The falls were back on my chest and stomach as she stood on my right side.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Tabitha relaxed her wrist, and as she walked away, the falls brushed over my erection. She stalked briskly back to the wall to put the flogger back in place. Her heels clicked as she went, causing my balls to pull up tighter. The clicking had stopped momentarily, only to resume seconds later.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Tabitha was back in front of me, but this time she had a crop in her hand. Elise was obsessed with the crop.Ob-sessed.
“In your prior relationship, was a crop used on you?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
