As I hung by my wrists, blindfolded and naked on this New Year’s Eve, I could hear the crowd, both locally and on the television, call out “four, three, two . . . “
As the clock struck midnight, the strikes from several floggers caressed my chest, back, butt and thighs.
It was ecstasy for this male masochist.
Unlike last year, when the group did the “ball drop” thing.