My, but this has been a busy weekend! After Friday’s fun at the TES party at Paddles, I spent Saturday night at an NCSF benefit party in Baltimore.

There was a little bit of whipping on Friday, for sure. But not as a means to an end. There was also a charming demonstration of three uses of Saran Wrap. We experimented, against my better judgement, to see if Saran Wrap would bruise.

When I woke on Saturday morning I had a six-inch-long bruise on my left hip, precisely the size and shape of a roll of Saran Wrap. But just one. Does that sound conclusive to you?

In Baltimore that night I went down to the whip again, this time to my partner. I guess I’ve had a taste for singletails lately. If he lacks in finesse (and don’t believe him), he makes up for it in enthusiasm. We bloodied the whip on my back.

I have always been a bit of a masochist, but I blame this recent zeal on the havoc work must be wreaking on my karma.

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