What it feels like:<\/b> Obviously the girls would be better equipped to tell you – but it seems to be a burning strike. Not really thud or sting exactly, much more like a thin cane but not as deep. <\/li>\n<\/ul>\nUsually at a club the girl is in the light and I am off to one side in shadow. There is no way for the observer watch the thong strike exactly. You see my arm move, hear the noise and then watch a line appear on her skin like magic. They are long and impossible lines that turn bright crimson. The lines cross many of the places that traditionally you can’t strike. As an example I lay them across the lower back and on angles across her spine. 12, 13, 14 inch strikes leaving these amazing trails on her skin.<\/p>\n
As I work the observer can also see that I am obviously using quite a bit of force. The strikes go pretty much exactly where I want them to, and I take a moment between each strike to aim and place the next, moving from place to pace and pacing, each flick of my arm bringing a scream, or a cry, or a gasp from her.<\/p>\n
Overall? It looks like an old time naval striping or a puritan era public whipping. The obvious force of the strikes couples with the subconscious “wrongness” of the placements to make the viewer uncomfortable. The strikes violate many of the unofficial [[wp:BDSM]] safety rules and people seem to expect shoulder blades should be cracked, her spine laid bare and her kidneys bleeding. <\/p>\n
All in all it gives the impression that this is more the beating of an animal or a criminal than a person who is enjoying herself. The pain she is clearly in only heightens the feeling.<\/p>\n
It looks great, and so do the girls when it happens. Life is good \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ed. Note: In this article I discuss how I use some tools and toys in my personal life. I do what I think is safe, you do what you think is safe and for god sake don’t take my word for safety issues… make up your own mind. I am not responsible \ud83d\ude42 Over the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":53159,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[278],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1980"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1980"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1980\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/53159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1980"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1980"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/legacyiamsenseiken.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1980"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}