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Last week we talked about being busted in a BDSM club, and this week we take a more in-depth approach.

With the popularity of BDSM themed novels and the explosion of pretty velvet blindfolds, furry cuffs, and gray silk ties, a little fetish play seems to have taken the world by storm!

This week, I ask my pals the big question:

Whips or Chains? (Explain)

Leave your own answer in the comments section for a chance to win an ebook! Don’t be shy! Three great authors are standing by (and of course I’m waiting) to hear your response!

Last Week’s Winner:  Lisa G!

Whips, baby, whips.

Chains are hard, unyielding, and to a degree, inflexible hunks of cold metal. And while I do have a fondness for big hunks of metal, as anyone who has seen the scads of silver I wear on my hands can attest to, for me chain is an impersonal tool. It smells of the dentist’s office. The mental weight of it carries the taint of torture and bondage of the bad sort. The word that comes to my mind is brutish – an implement used to restrain dogs who’ve been mistreated instead of loved. There are those who love chain for just those and other reasons, but not me. It’s merely a device in the game.

Leather, however, is sensuous. It has its own warmth. The smell of leather is the smell of sex – like a lover’s skin in the afterglow. When you run it through your hand the texture licks your flesh like a ghost of a caress. It breaths through every sense and wakes up your body with a promise of supple, yet stern, pleasure.

It is flexible. It bends to your will. It becomes an extension of you. You hold the handle of a whip in your hand long enough and it begins to conform to you, give into you, becomes part of you. The strands of the flogger are like your own fingers clawing into your lover’s back. Leaving your mark on their skin.

It can be in simple of form as your belt used to bind or beat or as complex and wicked as a braided flogger. Leather has the potential to be the tool only a skilled master of a single tail whip can call to life; make speak with a gunshot crack as it splits the air at one and half times the speed of sound. In essence, as it once was part of a living, breathing animal, it never truly looses it soul. It lives again in the hand of a master.

And it’s just fucking sexy. ~ Author James Buchanan

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Whips definitely. Why? Because I’m the one holding it. I’m not being whipped and there’s this thrill that goes through me when I’m holding the leather of either my flogger or my whip in my hand. If I’m holding that whip then there’s at least one, if not two subs bare-assed in front of me waiting for the delicious sting of “Daredevil” which is what I call him. They are bound and breathless waiting for me. It’s a delicious feeling being able to give back to them just as they give to me.

Plus, I am against chains just on principle. LOL.

~Author Victor Alexander

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Hmmmmm….

Whips or chains…. Whips or chains….

Metaphorically, that’s a tough call. I like bondage and spanking just as much as the next girl. Moving that up a notch, though, I’d say I’ll take the chains. A whip will cut the skin when used effectively, so I’ll stick to straining, arching, begging submission with Sir above me, a stern expression, and arsenal of toys and…. Oh, uhm… sorry.

I’ll take the chains.

~ Author J.P. Barnaby

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