Drifa
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Joined: 7/27/2007 From: Rural Texas Status: offline
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We arrived at the ticket counter about 3 minutes too late to get my bag checked, so I had to take it as carry-on. And of course, that's where I had packed the flogger. They pulled me out of line with the bag and had to open the suitcase and look. A younger black lady and a guy with silver hair about my age or a little older (though he had a sparkly diamond earring in one ear) take me and the bag off to one side and start looking in the suitcase. The girl points at the sock-wrapped flogger and says, "What's this?" Because, as I had known it would be, the lead shot in the handle was really bright on the fluoroscope. I said, "It's a flogger." All calm, no blushing. "A what?" says the lady guard. "A flogger, a type of whip, like a cat-o-nine." "So... you hit people with this?" she says. "Nope. I prefer to be hit, actually. But that's the general idea. A good way to make your spouse's eyes light up." They look at it, the lady admires the handle and says how pretty it is, they pack up the suitcase. The older fellow is blushing fiercely. He comes over while the lady is putting my stuff back in the suitcase and whispers, "Where is your dungeon?" I restrained the giggle and said, "In Texas, but I guarantee there are places and clubs here in Atlanta. Google for 'Atlanta BDSM' and you'll find them." "You have made my WHOLE DAY!" he tells me. My sister, who was travelling with me and had been watching all this, says, "I can't take you anywhere!" I normally send any toys in checked baggage for just this reason. My Lady is still laughing from me telling her about it when I got home.
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