The otherday I was talking to a very open mined friend of mine, we touched on a number of subjects with in the D/s sbject. Now personally I switch bettween the two, whilst my friend is pure Domm.
We got to whipping and I personally out right refuse to let anyone whip me in any way shape or form, yet i will be happy to whip someone else. My friend said that being that I switch this is wrong of me, I should be willing to take what I give.
There is more than meats the eye to this one though, I do have the crop set in my mind with a pure fear, my mother was never a friendly type, or maybe she was a little too friendly with the whip, looking back on it I kinda wonder if she got some sick kick out of beating on a helpless child who's only fault was not finishing one of many tasks to standards or quick enough for her.
Many a night have I laid in bed with bursed welts that sometimes weeped with a little crimson, the sting of the whip holds nothing to me, to weaild one brings emptyness.
How ever when it comes to the bull whip I find this a sort of art form in contole, not over a person but over the actual whip, to be abel to hit you target no matter how small is a little bit of a thrill (i need to get a new one and start practicing again), I think I see this one as a tool rather than a whepon kind of like the lunge whip used to school horses for pulling a cart.
Is it perseption or something learned?