Thursday, March 18, 2021

Whipping Torture

 

A biting pain shot through me, I screamed and rolled onto my side, but there were only the iron bars of my prison.

My mistress had come quietly into my dungeon and saw that I was asleep and woke me very efficiently with one blow of her riding crop.

She ordered me to get up and come to her by the bars. I went, she turned around and handcuffed my hands behind my back.

Now she let me out of the cage and directed me across the room. I didn't see where it was going, because I still had the leather mask on my head that I always wear when the mistress locks me away for a long time. This mask only has openings for breathing and was otherwise completely closed and went down to the shoulders. In this mask I was unable to see anything and my hearing was severely restricted.

She directed me to a chair and asked me to sit on that chair. Slowly I sat down and my mistress steered my ass so that the dildo worked into the chair surface penetrated deep into my butt. It was very painful because the mistress did not use any lubricant and then brutally pressed me on the thick rubber cock. Now my ankles were tied tightly to the chair legs and my ass was also fixed on the rubber tail with a belt around my stomach behind the chair. My mistress removed my mask from behind and immediately blindfolded me. She tightened a wide leather collar around my neck. She loosened the handcuffs only to secure my hands with leather cuffs on the left and right of the collar. Her upper body was fixed to the back of the chair with a belt, as was her head. I couldn't move anymore and only felt the breath of my mistress as she approached me and whispered in my ear:

"So you are beautifully fixed my little slave. I'm going to go up and get dressed and then the two of us will have a lot of fun together. I've come up with something really nice for you today, my little slave. There will be torture by the whip for you today. When I come then we will start with your thighs I will put welts next to welts on your thighs and then I will ................. but you will see that. I hope you are looking forward to coming back soon "

Spoke it, laughed loudly and quickly put 2 clamps on my nipples and disappeared.

I waited and slowly fear crept up my neck. She knew how sensitive I react to lashes, how afraid I am of the biting pain of the riding crop or the cane, how much I am afraid of the multi-tailed leather whip. I began to whimper quietly in fear of what was coming when I heard your steps.

She took off the blindfold and then I was finally allowed to look at you my goddess about pain and pleasure. She wore her black long leather boots over her tight leather pants, a leather body and long gloves made of the finest leather and - what I saw with horror - her braided riding crop. This is a terrible instrument of torture and I begged your mercy. She gave me two slaps in the face and scolded me for what a wretch I was.

"You know very well that your whining only turns me on more and that I will definitely go through with the punishment and now of course even more slowly and painfully than I originally intended," came her words very quietly but firmly.

She stood next to me and hit my right thigh, not too hard, it was bearable. But with the precision of a Swiss clockwork she hit the next beat exactly on the same spot and I howled in pain, the skin was already slightly red and so she hit one beat after the other on the same spot until the skin burst open and closed started bleeding. I screamed in pain but you left it cold and now the next welt came about 2 cm further below the first point. One after another until the skin burst open here too. She worked her way systematically and, above all, very slowly forward towards the knee, always at a distance of 2 cm. I screamed and yelled myself hoarse and in the end it was just a low whimper of pain.

Then she stopped and went to the other side and I begged her mercy, I promised her I would do anything if only she would spare my other thigh from the torture.

Her smile made me suspect something bad. "Now that I'm slowly getting warmed up, do you want me to stop ?? Since when does the slave determine what the mistress is allowed to do and what not? But I can continue on the first leg in the gaps between two welts. "

"Please please mistress hit me on the second thigh, I ask you to slowly put one welt after the other please mistress please start with that" I begged madly.

She just smiled and said "Well, it works and so that it is a little easier for you, I'll gag you now."

She took a pair of panties and pissed on them and put them in my mouth and tied them up and then the whole procedure started on the other thigh. Methodically, your riding whip drew a pattern of agony on my thighs. When she finally finished she turned around and left me alone in my pain.

At last I heard your boot heels again and was looking forward to being untied.

She untied me from the chair only to fix me standing with a chain in the room. My legs were slightly apart and tied to eyelets set in the floor and my arms were still attached to the collar. A chain went from the collar through an eyelet in the ceiling and was hooked to the wall at the back. So I was fixed, immobile but easily accessible from all sides.

I saw how the mistress took a long riding whip from the hook. It was one of those whips like those used on horse and carts.

"You could have saved yourself what is still to come if you hadn't begged and moaned so poorly earlier."

Spoke it and slowly but firmly began to whip me. It slowly pounded with an eerie rhythm of agony and began to get welts on my back. If the pattern was to your satisfaction, start with the next part of the body from the back over the ass and calves back up to the stomach and chest. I was just a twitching heap of pain and it whipped all human pride out of me. I was just a pile of twitching flesh in your cruel hands. The hoarseness made it impossible for me to scream and I hoped death would finally release me from this never-ending agony.

I must have passed out because I didn't notice immediately that my mistress had stopped whipping me. She untied me and I sank limp to the floor. After a long time a maid came and washed my wounds and disinfected them with burning iodine. Then I got my mask on again and was put in a rubber bag and thrown into a cell. The lock clicked into place and I was alone with my pain and the knowledge that I will only see the mistress again if she will inflict new pain on me and yet I hoped that I will see you again very soon.

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