Freya really likes her birthday flogger:
I hear the slither of leather. Nipples harden to the point of pain and I’m wet. I love that sound almost as much as I love what the bite of those tails will feel like against my flesh.
He twirls it in his hand, I know the sound well enough to recognize it without having to look. A quick flick of his wrist and I feel the snap against my thighs and see the flash of color against the dark of the blindfold.