You look at the unblindfolded man – and his expression says, Try me.
“I’d like to learn,” you say.
“Good choice,” the domme agrees. You cast one glance over at the watchful butler, and then join her on her side. She jerks her chin at you and then tells you to turn around and lift up your shirt.
You hesitate, frowning.
“You can’t know what it’s like to hit another person until you’ve been hit yourself, first.”
It makes a certain sense – and the butler is still here. You angle yourself away from him and her and lift your shirt up to your neck.
“You need to know what it’s like but trust me, I won’t hit you hard.” She reaches forward and moves your hair out of the way, and then you feel the weight of the floggers land on you. They’re the same ones she was just using on the man and they d
