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9 a.m., Sunday Morning
“Did you negotiate a safe-word in advance?”
“Er…no?”
“Did you you discuss preferences and limits before you started?”
“Not so much, no.”
“XXXXXX. You have to do those things!”
I’d told my Dom-y friend about the scene from the night before because I thought he’d be amused and/or aroused by his little vanilla friend (me) getting whipped by a couple of nasty Doms.
Apparently not so much. He was more worried about me than titillated. He gave me a brief lecture about the importance of assuring one’s safety in power-exchange situations, with a codicil on the topic of not getting carried away by one’s throbbing cunt.
I now have strict orders to set boundaries and decide on a safe-word next time before we play.
I’ll try to remember.
Nine p.m., Saturday Evening
We’d wound up on a twin bed—a twin bed in a guest bedroom right next to the house’s main bathroom. Let me assure you that the bathroom was getting heavy usage at that hour by folks changing into or out of their swimsuits.
The door to the bedroom had been left open, either by accident or because I’m a wee dirty slut who totally gets off from being watched. Either could be possible.
My friend knelt behind and impaled me repeatedly on his cock, grabbing onto my hips and pulling my hair as the occasion warranted.
A man with a hard-on stood on one side of the bed, smacking a gloriously soft flogger across my back without pause. His wife stood on the other side of the bed, giving her husband quiet suggestions on improving his technique while also fondling my breasts.
I said nothing much at all beyond the occasional, “Harder!” which was directed both at my friend and at the flogger-wielding man.
I loved it. Their flogger hugged my back with each stroke, not hurting me in the least, only caressing my back while keeping my mind ultra-focused on the present moment.
Who knew I was such a sub?
So now I’m in the market for a nice soft flogger that won’t cost a fortune. It should have many, many buttery-gentle tails. It should have a beautiful, substantial handle. Bonus points if the handle doubles as a g-spotting insertable. No, TRIPLE bonus points for that.
Suggestions from my Dom-ish readers on an appropriate flogger? Or on how to negotiate boundaries and safe-words politely before the flogging starts?
‘Cause it seems a little presumptuous to walk up to a likely Dom-y type and say, “Hey. Do you have a nice soft flogger? Wanna flog me with it while my lover fucks me, and will you promise to stop if I say ‘clementine,’ and also not pee on me?”

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