|Samadhi House Floggers (photo by Serafina Samadhi)|
Yes, regardless of any of those "minor details", I could get a kick out of flogging you, your sister, your brother, your Father or Mother, if your children are of age to consent, and they wished to feel the touch of my lash, I'd enjoy giving it to them too.
Now, before anyone gets concerned for the welfare of their parents, siblings, or children, I should point out that my wild and wanton flogging desires are always kept under complete control. I'm hardly some kind of psychopathic serial flogger, as I can literally count the number of individuals who have felt the bite of my lash on my two hands, with perhaps a finger, or even two to spare.
In order to earn a flogging here at Samadhi House, you've got to request it, and I actually prefer to hear at least a little sincere begging. Not to worry though, they really are worth all the trouble, as my array of floggers can produce most any sensation, from mild to wild . . .
Not only am I an aficionado of the fine art of flogging, I'm also a collector of fine floggers for practicing my art. What I can't count on my two hands is the number of floggers in my collection. The current home for my floggers, a converted DVD case, is pictured above, albeit a bit blurred.
I have decided to become more dedicated in making posts sharing my BDSM tool collection. Through the years, I've amassed a pretty amazing array of implements, and it seems that it's high time I shared my many blessings, at least vicariously, with you my dear reader.
Please note that I very deliberately avoid calling any part of my collection "toys", as this isn't child's play. While the term "play" or "playing" may be commonly used to refer to BDSM scenes in other circles, that's not how Serafina or I refer to our activities.
We don't "play" BDSM . . . We live it . . .
And that's the real reason your families are safe from my lash. Serafina knows my many talents as a dominant, as her Master, quite intimately. She very much enjoys my attentions, even when the sensations I create are more extreme, and she's not exactly itching to share. (Not that I blame her.)
Perhaps someday, if the time arrived where we found an individual desiring to submit to us both, in service and in love, a slave to serve us both, to share together as Master and Mistress; such a reward might be worthy of the price paid in sharing her Master. Meaning - unless you or your family are applying for that slave position at Samadhi House, I can assure you, my dear reader, that everyone else is quite safe.
So, the only way I can really share my flogger collection (not to mention all my other lovely tools) is to give you a virtual tour here, at our web home. I'm not going to write reviews in the standard sense, as I won't be talking about packaging or my ordering experience, I just can't be bothered with so much of the other BS that's common in toy reviews I keep encountering these days.
But as is typical with men, I'm willing to talk about my tools. Entire TV shows have been based around that concept, careers made . . .
Well, my name's not Tim, and my sidekick's name is Serafina not Al. I can also promise to always endeavor to avoid parroting copyrighted show names too closely, as a sign of respect (cough cough) . . .
With that said, nothing changes the universality of gender stereotyping that continually reassures me that guys are always happy to talk about our tools.
Meaning, I have to ask . . .
"If I show you mine, will you show me yours?"
|Samadhi House - Bookshelf Display (photo by Serafina Samadhi)|