Yes I love barbed wire, I grew up with it everywhere. I love the look of it, it says home to me. I like how it is strong and masculine yet delicate at the same time. I have experienced barbed wire in a form of bondage, as cuffs, as decorative touches of rope work around my breasts, etc... I love the thought of barbed wire as a mind fuck, as a reenforcement of control, and how it looks against my skin, biting in...
Yes I love floggers, heavy thuddy rhythmic swings onto my ass and back. Cool caress of the material over my skin in anticipation... I love it.
Yes I love floggers, heavy thuddy rhythmic swings onto my ass and back. Cool caress of the material over my skin in anticipation... I love it.
So in theory, I should love a flogger made of barbed wire... right?
Pretty to see, would love to touch but not using it on me. Nope.
Or to use D/s lingo: Red.
You want to use that barbed wire flogger on *MY* ass??
Oh Fuck no -- Red.
I am serious, I don't mean I will give in if you keep pushing, Light-Red.
I mean I will hunt you down like a dog, shoot you in the head, and strangle you until you are dead, feed you to swine and burn your leftovers dead -- if you touch me with that fucking thing,
STOP SIGN-RED.
Hope that clarified things :)
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