"Okay. Let's start with the medical. There are three big things you hear about floggers. Don't hit the head, don't hit the kidneys, don't hit the joints. All of those, right off the bat, are flexible."
Picking up a bunny flogger, he leans over and swishes it lightly at the fabric. It barely brushes, flicks, bothers. Al's head is the next target, he gets the fluttery little thing in right in the ear. It bothers, it doesn't hurt.
"Kidneys. They're bad to traumatize, yes. They live above the hip, below the ribcage, and peek out from under it- mostly protected, but if you take a punch right here, you'll end up pissing blood."
Resting a hand on Al's side.
"Punch. Not flogger. The force is so broken apart, I've been doing this longer than you've been alive and I've yet to traumatize them. And you haven't even seen how I hit."
He decides, flicking the flogger at the cloth again. Each individual tail paints a stripe where it hits, illustrating the blow perfectly.
"Joints. More dangerous. But it all has to do with force. The only one I don't fuck with is knees- knees will kill you. But anything else, done lightly enough, you're okay. You just have to have a rational, good understanding of the amount of force you're using."
This, thankfully, was something that he knew all about. The proper amount of force, always. A lifetime of being strong enough to bruise or crush someone without knowing it will do that.
He picks up one of the lighter floggers. About three quarters of the length of an arm and just about as thick. he hands it to Al.
"Now, I like braided handles, but the only thing I'd really recommend looking for when you're choosing your flogger is something with a pummel. See these?" Two beautiful, matching ones on straight sticks. "Numchuck handles. I was once demonstrating florentine flogging with them and sent one sailing out into the crowd. The heavy bottom stops it in your hand, and gives you something to spin on if you're going for force and speed. You want to keep material in mind, too. Something soft like rabbit will suck less than, say, the rubber one down there. But this rubber flogger is easily washable, for blood contamination."
"Yes- although usually with a material like rubber. The solution is generally to stick to what you've already contaminated at that point, then hang it out in the sun for a few weeks to kill whatever's on it."
Explaining, helpfully.
"It's up to your bottom, if the kind of pain it brings is a good or bad thing."
"What you need to do is learn how to hit, intuitively and easily. What I want you to do is practice, until you can keep your eyes squarely on them."
Explaining, pointing at the fabric.
"When I'm flogging someone, I keep my gaze on their shoulders. You can see a lot- when their body hugs in against whatever they're on, they need a second. They'll shift, settle, and lean back out. Or, when they're nervous, their shoulders will come up to their ears. You can also watch breathing that way- try and hit on the exhale, unless you want to wind them, then by all means-"
He admits, then sets the toy down, reaching instead for two matching ones. He begins to start the florentine flogging, showing him the even crossing lines across the sheet.
"Different technique. Constant stimulation, a little more overwhelming. Feels real good."
He informs him, with an arch smile.
"Want a second safety tip? Bottoms are occasionally morons. They get high on pain, they get dizzy in pain, they move. They turn their face into a blow like this."
Landing one of the floggers against the beam with a ferocious crack.
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His face lights up -- it's a new texture, something he's never felt before.
"... I like this."
Though he still hadn't figured out how it was going to be incorporated.
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He unzips his bag, and starts to yank out and lay out flogger, after flogger, after flogger.
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Picking up a bunny flogger, he leans over and swishes it lightly at the fabric. It barely brushes, flicks, bothers. Al's head is the next target, he gets the fluttery little thing in right in the ear. It bothers, it doesn't hurt.
Good tension breaker, too.
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Resting a hand on Al's side.
"Punch. Not flogger. The force is so broken apart, I've been doing this longer than you've been alive and I've yet to traumatize them. And you haven't even seen how I hit."
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"I've seen just a little of it."
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He decides, flicking the flogger at the cloth again. Each individual tail paints a stripe where it hits, illustrating the blow perfectly.
"Joints. More dangerous. But it all has to do with force. The only one I don't fuck with is knees- knees will kill you. But anything else, done lightly enough, you're okay. You just have to have a rational, good understanding of the amount of force you're using."
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This, thankfully, was something that he knew all about. The proper amount of force, always. A lifetime of being strong enough to bruise or crush someone without knowing it will do that.
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He picks up one of the lighter floggers. About three quarters of the length of an arm and just about as thick. he hands it to Al.
"Now, I like braided handles, but the only thing I'd really recommend looking for when you're choosing your flogger is something with a pummel. See these?" Two beautiful, matching ones on straight sticks. "Numchuck handles. I was once demonstrating florentine flogging with them and sent one sailing out into the crowd. The heavy bottom stops it in your hand, and gives you something to spin on if you're going for force and speed. You want to keep material in mind, too. Something soft like rabbit will suck less than, say, the rubber one down there. But this rubber flogger is easily washable, for blood contamination."
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He sounds open about that idea, endlessly, curious as he commits everything to memory.
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Explaining, helpfully.
"It's up to your bottom, if the kind of pain it brings is a good or bad thing."
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Poor Ryo.
"But please, go on."
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Explaining, pointing at the fabric.
"When I'm flogging someone, I keep my gaze on their shoulders. You can see a lot- when their body hugs in against whatever they're on, they need a second. They'll shift, settle, and lean back out. Or, when they're nervous, their shoulders will come up to their ears. You can also watch breathing that way- try and hit on the exhale, unless you want to wind them, then by all means-"
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Grabbing something a little big, still not wild.
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He makes sure he's out of the way, taking a seat on the floor to watch him properly, all wide eyes and steady hunger to learn.
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"Build up a rhythm. I keep mine steady going swirl, swirl, ground with the tails up over my back."
Snapping it against his shoulder, slowing the motion.
"Try not to fall in pace with the music playing. Watch the bottom's breathing, like I said."
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"I know that when I'm having this done to me, I'm all over the place."
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The whirling motion continues, slow and absolutely easy.
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It looks trancelike, lovely.
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He admits, then sets the toy down, reaching instead for two matching ones. He begins to start the florentine flogging, showing him the even crossing lines across the sheet.
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He's never seen it.
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He informs him, with an arch smile.
"Want a second safety tip? Bottoms are occasionally morons. They get high on pain, they get dizzy in pain, they move. They turn their face into a blow like this."
Landing one of the floggers against the beam with a ferocious crack.
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"... I probably would."
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