suddenly , the fur is gone , and i can feel the fronds of the flogger flowing over my skin , following the same path as the fur , and it 's so hard to concentrate with the music in my head - it sounds like a hundred voices singing , weaving an ethereal tapestry of fine , silken gold and silver through my head , mixed with the feel of the soft suede against my skin ... trailing over me ... oh my ... abruptly , it disappears .