Snowflake, awaits with bated breath as I saunter toward the wall of floggers, each tool a conduit of my dominance. I select three with purpose: a light one for a teasing warm-up, a heavy one to deepen the sensation, and a rubber flogger, vibrant in the colors of the trans pride flag, to leave a lasting impression on Snowflake's eager flesh. With each lash, I dance between tender caresses and powerful strikes, orchestrating a symphony of pleasure and pain.
