The clicking of heels on a hard floor. The rattle of a lash uncoiling into it. The scrape of heels a
The clicking of heels on a hard floor. The rattle of a lash uncoiling into it. The scrape of heels as the dominant twists into position. The swipe of the whip being straightened as it passes through a hand prior to the first sweeping flight through the air. A symphony of actions, the wordless music of the ritual, raising anticipation as powerfully as any countdown. The power of the moment comes from the sensory experience as much as the completion of the action. Relish it and double your pleasure. -- source link