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It was really heavy, at least a pound, maybe a couple of pounds. The strands were about twenty inches long, give or take a few inches, and each strip of leather was around three quarters of an inch wide. They were soft though, and she trailed it up her arm and felt the caress of them.
“This is not what I thought it would feel like, or look like. When it hit, it nearly pushed the air out of my lungs.”
He nodded. “That’s what that one is for — pure impact, with no sting or hurt. You mostly just get the weight of it hitting. You probably haven’t sat in a chair and leaned back yet this morning; when you do, you may discover that it feels like your upper back is bruised, even though it isn’t. That one moves the tissues around without really bruising, but many people report that they feel as if they’re bruised even if there are no pretty colors to show for it.”
She set that one down and picked up the next. She’d thought he only used two floggers on her, the big one and then a really sting-y one, but there were three more floggers laid out, so he must’ve changed without her realizing it. The next one had strands about twelve to fifteen inches long, but each was only an eighth or maybe three sixteenths of an inch wide, and was made of much thicker leather than the first. It wasn’t heavy, and she flipped it around a little, realizing it would take some skill to learn how to use it. She put that one down and picked up the next, which was nearly identical but with fewer strands, and they were stiffer. Also, each strand came to a point instead of a blunt edge.
The last flogger seemed be made of rubber instead of leather, and the handle wasn’t as ornate or fancy as the others.
“I thought you only used two floggers on me, but you must have switched from the first smaller one to this one as I got used to them, so they felt the same?”
“When you asked for harder that last time, I switched to the one you’re holding. Sometimes harder isn’t what’s called for. You needed something more intense.”
“Huh. I remember thinking it felt like rubber towards the end, but it didn’t register that it hadn’t felt that way before.”
“That one is actually made from two bicycle inner tubes. Few bottoms can handle the intensity of that one.”
She put it down and picked up the cane. It wasn’t anything fancy; just looked like a straight stick without bark. “This onehurt. Not right when you hit — that hurt, but it was manageable. But then a second and a half later, it was unbearable.”
“And yet you bore it.”
She’d been talking with her back to him, which made it easier, but she wanted to see his expressions, so she turned and met his gaze. “Okay, sounbearableisn’t the right word. It was right on the edge, though. I’m not sure I could’ve taken much more than you gave me.”
He nodded. “I’m aware, and I actually made strikes three and four about half the force of the others. I realized after the first two that you were going to have a hard time with all six at that level.”
“I only have three marks, so the first two and the last, were hard enough to mark?”
He nodded, and she asked, “What kind of cane is this?”
“Rattan. I buy them in bulk. If you want to use one of these you’ll need to let me teach you, because you can do a lot of damage with that if you don’t know what you’re doing. If you want to do impact play with Kyle, for now you should stick to your hand or to leather paddles, and only on his ass and the backs of his thighs, at least three inches above his knees. If you want to learn to use a cane, I can invite a submissive over to my house and teach you on her.”
“Can’t you teach me on Kyle?”
“I’d rather not.”
Heather started to ask why not, but he lifted his hand up in astopposition, and she closed her mouth. Marcus dropped his hand. “Do you really think it feels right to learn on him? Will he have confidence in your ability if he was there as you were being instructed? It’s better if he isn’t present for that, I think.”
But Kyle didn’t want her Topping anyone but him, so she’d have to talk to him about it before she agreed to anything.
Rather than explain, she moved to the next item without comment. It wasn’t very big, and had a wire going from it to a remote control. She looked at the butt plug, still at the beginning of the line, and noted the remote for it didn’t need a wire. She picked up the thing that’d been in her pussy. “What’s this called?”
“A vibrating egg.”
She nodded and put it back down, and then picked up the last item, which kind of looked like a syringe, but without a needle.
“What’s this?”
“Lube launcher. I wanted to pull the plug and fuck you as quickly as possible, but I also wanted to get some more lube into you. I slid that in, began depressing the plunger, and pulled it out as I emptied it, getting you all slick inside. The plug had been lubed too, and I put extra lube on the condom, so we were good in the slick department.”
She gently put it back down, making a note to wash her hands again before eating. “There’s an awful lot to learn.”
“Don’t let it overwhelm you.”
“How do you clean everything?”
“I washed the plug, the egg, and the lubricator with soap and hot water. The plug and lubricator will also go through the sterilizing cycle in the dishwasher. The bullet was brand new before use, and it’s exclusively yours, since it can’t be sterilized. You’ll note your name on the side of the remote, and it’ll go into a zippered baggie with your name on it before it goes back into my toybag. You’ll have your own drawer in the playroom, and I expect it will quickly fill.”
“And the impact tools?”
