Saint Andrew must have been a kinky bitch back in the day. To have a piece of furniture named after you that’s used in the BDSM? You know damn well he was slinging dick like it was a hobby. Especially if he’s a saint of women wanting to become mothers…
He had a breeding kink for sure.
But I say all that because that’s what I was strapped to. Facing the cross and feeling those little licks of the flogger against my bare ass. Making it’s little stingy marks.
I love being hooked to one of these for a good impact play scene. Even more so if my Sir decides to put a wearable on me. And then dares me to come without his permission.
Feeling those smacks on my skin from whatever toy he is using, the vibrations of the toy on my bean. Shaking that thing like it has Parkinson’s. Causing me to have it too (lol)
It’s the pain and pleasure aspect I love the most. Especially if you leave some good marks. Deeper the bruise the better.
Just beat me and fuck me till I lose IQ points.