where there's a whip, there's a way

I had the opportunity to play with My whips yesterday.
*sigh/smile*

It's not often I get to actually pull out My whips and consensually throw them at someone. And I was reminded of just how much I adore them.
I love the way the whip feels in My hand, the detail of the braiding, the way the whip moves, the noises the whip makes, and the idea that the whip becomes My conduit. My pipeline to give and take delicious energy.

Whips leave such beautiful, distinctive and sometimes lasting marks. Not to mention the impact can sometimes be quite painful.
As I was enjoying My whips and the piece of flesh presented before Me, I was also reminded of what excellent aim I have. This poor boys nipples are going to be sore for several days. *giggle*