Camel Whipped
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From my blog.? I answer a reader's question.
> I've been waiting for you to describe this whipping scene, when you were 13.
Ok.
But it wasn't just at 13, it was shortly before puberty until 9th? or 10th grade.
As a teenager, my stepdad made me strip naked, stared at my body to humiliate me, and whipped me with his belt.? I thought of him as a stranger.? He whipped me all over really really hard, and I was crying but he told me not to move so I didn't? move and let him do it.? I was unbelievably sexually aroused by this.? After it stopped and he went away, I'd immediately masturbate to orgasm,usually twice.? This went on until into high school.?? But I never put two and two together that that may be why I am like this until I started writing this blog.
> Like what had you done that made him or your mom decide that a whipping was in order.
Who even knows?? Whatever kids do.? Lots of times I didn't do anything at all, she was drunk and just ASSUMED I did.? That's what made me maddest.? Or she'd misinterpret something I said as being sassy talkback. Whatever.
> Who came up with this imaginative scene? It's not like a traditional OTK spanking.
Don't know for sure.? She may never have even known the completely naked stuff was going on.? She never watched.? She was the one who told him to punish me, he never started it himself.? It was on her orders. I never got mad at him for it just her.
> What was going through your head the first time your mums boyfriend said, "Ok, get naked I'm going to whip you for that"?
Confused.? But she had told him to, so it wasn't his fault, at least not in my mind.? I was pretty young the first time, and he never hit me very hard at all, almost like he was going through the motions because she had told him to.? What he said was "All right young lady, now take off all your clothes", just like that.? But after the first few times we both knew what I was to do and he didn't have to say anything at all.? In fact, after maybe the first year, the whole thing always happened without either of us saying anything at all, like some kind of ritual.?
He never showed any sympathy or compassion for me, but I didn't perceive that he was being turned on by it, at least not then.? But replaying those memory tapes in my mind now, I can see that after my puberty, he liked doing it.? I? can tell by the rapidity and intensity with which he whipped me that his heart WAS in it.? It was enthusiasm, but I think he tried really, really hard to make it not sexual, lest he get in trouble.? But when it first started, I don't think he was really into it.? My impression was that that was the way they punished kids when he was a kid.? I probably assumed it happened to everyone else, but I am sure I never really thought about it.? Kids adapt, you know?
> And since it so resembles your own fantasies, how could it not be the impetus for them?
Well yeah it's obvious now!
> Had you started dreaming and masturbating along domination lines previously?
No.
> Was this also your mothers kink?
No.
> was she more into just being a voyeur?
She never watched.? It was always in my room. Afterwards, no one ever mentioned it.? They acted like it never happened. He never said word one to me anyway, which was just fine with me. And my mom was always fake-cheery, like she didn't have anything to do with it, but she had that fucking SMUG SMILE.
I hated her.
I'd rather think about what he did than what she did.
I held my arms over my head while he whipped me really fast.? Eventually I learned to clasp my hands behind my neck so my arms wouldn't hurt.? It also gave my hands something to grab onto while I was being whipped.? I stood in one place in the middle of the room and he walked around me, whipping me and not saying anything except sometimes "keep your arms up!"? and "be quiet!"? I whimpered silently and obediently.?? He'd always start with my ass, then my back and legs, work my right side, my front, then left side, more on my ass HARD, then breasts.? Always the same order.? That was actually good, because it made it predictable.
He never hit my face or arms or anywhere visible except my upper legs.? No one ever noticed in the gym showers; it wasn't that extreme.? The "sessions" lasted between 30 seconds and a minute. he whipped me really hard and very fast. After he finished making red lines all over my body, he just walked out without saying anything, leaving me there, standing alone and naked.
That's when I knew I could masturbate. After a few times, as soon as I saw him start to leave, I'd get really excited.? I locked the door first in case someone came back (no one ever did). I masturbated while my whole body was stinging and burning from being whipped (or belted or whatever you call it).? It only took about seven seconds for the first orgasm, which lasted like FOREVER.?? After the first one, that's when? stopped crying.? It was like an emotional release.? The next one was fun to work for, because then I could concentrate on the feelings in the girl parts of my body he had abused and remember how humiliated and embarrassed and submissive I had felt.
His belt was real thin (and black), so it was more like a whip.? He never used the buckle end.? Sometimes he hit my nipples but I don't think it was on purpose, though after I got breasts I know he whipped them deliberately.? I didn't think anything special about that; I just assumed he was hitting me everywhere, but I got excited when I saw he was whipping them.?? Whenever he hit my nipples (which come to think of it, was always at the end), that was like the "peak". That hurt the most, but provided by far the most pleasure when I rubbed off afterwards.? They were the most sensitive part he hit.? To this day, I squeeze the nipples until they hurt when I masturbate.
Over the years he did this certainly more than 100 times, and probably several hundred.? Less that a thousand though.?? I never counted and I didn't keep a diary.? I also never told anybody. It never seemed interesting or important.? I just knew that it hurt, was embarrassing,? and I secretly craved it.? I never deliberately? misbehaved to make it happen, though.
He whipped my vagina, but only because he whipped me all over.? He never made me spread my legs or ass or do anything "obscene".? Though now that I think of it, when my "vagina" got hair and turned into a "cunt", he whipped it a lot more than he used to.?
Wow, I never really analyzed all this stuff before.? Thinking back on it now, I guess it aroused him immensely, but until now I never really thought about that. He was like my evil mom's robot, but not evil himself.? I never thought to see if he had a boner.? I don't think I knew to look back then. I was INCREDIBLY naive and totally ignorant about sex, other than the most basic biology we learned in school (which wasn't much).
He never whipped my clit specifically, or made any indication that anything was sexual.? I thought the sex aspect was exclusively in my guilty mind and that I was really perverted. (I guess I was).? Then I found out years later that there's a whole subculture of women who like to be humiliated, embarrassed and whipped, I though it was literally too good to be true, and that it was all just theoretical rumor, like the other strange stuff you hear about other cultures doing, until I found out Diana really did that stuff. That's what made it real for me.? Then my whole world changed.? See my main fuck story for that.
Shit, writing about it is turning me on.? I'm, going to look at whip movies now.
And rub the nub.
And remember.
-- flk
Copyright 2007 by Faye Kane... NOT!? Like my body, you can do whatever you want with this story.
From
my blog.? I answer a reader's question.
> I've been
waiting for you to describe this whipping scene, when you were 13.
Ok.
But it wasn't
just at 13, it was shortly before puberty until 9th? or 10th grade.
As a teenager, my
stepdad made me strip naked, stared at my body to humiliate me, and whipped me
with his belt.? I thought of him as a
stranger.? He whipped me all over really really hard, and I was crying but he told me not to move so
I didn't? move
and let him do it.? I was unbelievably sexually
aroused by this.? After it stopped and he
went away, I'd immediately masturbate to orgasm,usually twice.?
This went on until into high school.??
But I never put two and two together that that may be why I am like this
until I started writing this blog.
> Like what
had you done that made him or your mom decide that a whipping was in order.
Who even
knows?? Whatever kids
do.? Lots of times I didn't do
anything at all, she was drunk and just ASSUMED I
did.? That's what made me maddest.? Or she'd misinterpret something I said as
being sassy talkback. Whatever.
> Who came up
with this imaginative scene? It's not like a traditional OTK spanking.
Don't know for
sure.? She may never have even known the
completely naked stuff was going on.? She
never watched.? She was the one who told
him to punish me, he never started it himself.?
It was on her orders. I never got mad at him for it just her.
> What was
going through your head the first time your mums
boyfriend said, "Ok, get naked I'm going to whip you for that"?
Confused.? But
she had told him to, so it wasn't his fault, at least not in my mind.? I was pretty young the first time, and he
never hit me very hard at all, almost like he was going through the motions
because she had told him to.? What he
said was "All right young lady, now take off all your clothes", just
like that.? But after the first few times
we both knew what I was to do and he didn't have to say anything at all.? In fact, after maybe the first year, the
whole thing always happened without either of us saying anything at all, like
some kind of ritual.?
He never showed
any sympathy or compassion for me, but I didn't perceive that he was being
turned on by it, at least not then.? But
replaying those memory tapes in my mind now, I can see that after my puberty,
he liked doing it.? I? can tell by the rapidity and intensity
with which he whipped me that his heart WAS in it.? It was enthusiasm, but I think he tried
really, really hard to make it not sexual, lest he get in trouble.? But when it first started, I don't think he
was really into it.? My impression was
that that was the way they punished kids when he was a kid.? I probably assumed it happened to everyone
else, but I am sure I never really thought about it.? Kids adapt, you know?
> And since it
so resembles your own fantasies, how could it not be the impetus for them?
Well yeah it's
obvious now!
> Had you
started dreaming and masturbating along domination lines previously?
No.
> Was this
also your mothers kink?
No.
> was she more
into just being a voyeur?
She never
watched.? It was always in my room.
Afterwards, no one ever mentioned it.?
They acted like it never happened. He never said word one to me anyway,
which was just fine with me. And my mom was always fake-cheery, like she didn't
have anything to do with it, but she had that fucking SMUG SMILE.
I hated her.
I'd rather think
about what he did than what she did.
I held my arms
over my head while he whipped me really fast.?
Eventually I learned to clasp my hands behind my neck so my arms
wouldn't hurt.? It also gave my hands
something to grab onto while I was being whipped.? I stood in one place in the middle of the
room and he walked around me, whipping me and not saying anything except
sometimes "keep your arms up!"?
and "be quiet!"? I whimpered silently and obediently.?? He'd always start with my ass, then my back
and legs, work my right side, my front, then left side, more on my ass HARD,
then breasts.? Always the same
order.? That was actually good, because
it made it predictable.
He never hit my
face or arms or anywhere visible except my upper legs.? No one ever noticed in the gym showers; it
wasn't that extreme.? The
"sessions" lasted between 30 seconds and a minute. he
whipped me really hard and very fast. After he finished making red lines all
over my body, he just walked out without saying anything, leaving me there,
standing alone and naked.
That's when I
knew I could masturbate. After a few times, as soon as I saw him start to
leave, I'd get really excited.? I locked
the door first in case someone came back (no one ever did). I masturbated while
my whole body was stinging and burning from being whipped (or belted or
whatever you call it).? It only took
about seven seconds for the first orgasm, which lasted like FOREVER.?? After the first one, that's when? stopped
crying.? It was like an emotional
release.? The next one was fun to work
for, because then I could concentrate on the feelings in the girl parts of my
body he had abused and remember how humiliated and embarrassed and submissive I
had felt.
His belt was real
thin (and black), so it was more like a whip.?
He never used the buckle end.?
Sometimes he hit my nipples but I don't think it was on purpose, though
after I got breasts I know he whipped them deliberately.? I didn't think anything special about that; I
just assumed he was hitting me everywhere, but I got excited when I saw he was
whipping them.?? Whenever he hit my
nipples (which come to think of it, was always at the end), that was like the
"peak". That hurt the most, but provided by far the most pleasure
when I rubbed off afterwards.? They were
the most sensitive part he hit.? To this
day, I squeeze the nipples until they hurt when I masturbate.
Over the years he
did this certainly more than 100 times, and probably several hundred.? Less that a thousand though.?? I never counted and I didn't keep a diary.? I also never told anybody. It never seemed
interesting or important.? I just knew
that it hurt, was embarrassing,? and I secretly craved it.? I never deliberately? misbehaved to make it happen, though.
He whipped my
vagina, but only because he whipped me all over.? He never made me spread my legs or ass or do
anything "obscene".? Though now that I think of it, when my "vagina" got hair
and turned into a "cunt", he whipped it a lot more than he used to.?
Wow, I never
really analyzed all this stuff before.?
Thinking back on it now, I guess it aroused him immensely, but until now
I never really thought about that. He was like my evil mom's robot, but not
evil himself.? I never thought to see if
he had a boner.? I don't think I knew to
look back then. I was INCREDIBLY naive and totally ignorant about sex, other
than the most basic biology we learned in school (which wasn't much).
He never whipped
my clit specifically, or made any indication that anything was sexual.? I thought the sex aspect was exclusively in
my guilty mind and that I was really perverted. (I guess I was).? Then I found out years later that there's a
whole subculture of women who like to be humiliated, embarrassed and whipped, I
though it was literally too good to be true, and that it was all just
theoretical rumor, like the other strange stuff you hear about other cultures
doing, until I found out Diana really did that stuff. That's what made it real
for me.? Then my whole world
changed.? See my main fuck story for
that.
Shit, writing
about it is turning me on.? I'm, going to
look at whip movies now.
And rub the nub.
And remember.
-- flk
Copyright 2007 by
Faye Kane... NOT!? Like my body, you can
do whatever you want with this story.
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The flight from Don Muang to Chiang Mai was rather pleasant in first class. Even though the welts on her bottom had mostly faded away during the last three days, Simone still felt a little sore sitting on her backside. She was wearing a Ralph Lauren outfit just purchased in a Bangkok mall: Thompson skinny jeans that hugged her curves like a second skin, designed to show off her backside. The ankle-high black leather boots had four inch heels that clicked noisily wherever Simone walked, drawing...
your need , My whip by Midnytedreams I enter the shop and see that two woman are by themselves looking at the novelties and lingerie in the store, with the lone female cashier behind her counter. I walk up to the counter and tell her My name and ask "Has My package arrived yet , I special ordered it"?. She looks on the computer and says. "Yes Sir, if you will wait one moment I will get it". She walks walks around the counter and into the back, and goes to gets it. I wait and I feel the two...
Bear with me, 'coz this is the very first time I have tried writing something like this down, especially on a web site like this, but I did promise! So (deep breath – here goes), last week I was pretty busy at uni, but, with the encouragement of my new friends here, I decided to take the plunge and talk to my BF about my interests. Tuesday night. Down the pub and after a long hard day. Me doing work back at my room on the first paper of term, him in the labs or wherever working on his...
The WhippingBy Denuded Man-berriesI can’t believe what I just saw. I don’t know how I feel right now; it’s strange. I’m frightened but a little aroused and I am ashamed about it. The poor guy—-I don’t know how he got there but I think he was being punished for some reason. I was so scared I couldn’t say anything or try to stop what they were doing to him.I woke up lost and was trying to find a way out of these dark halls. There had been nothing but locked doors everywhere until one I found was...
Chapter Three: The Rakshasa's Whip By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith Queen Adroyna was dead. My grandmother. The longest-lived queen in Naith's history. She had fended off assassination plots from aunts, from cousins, from sisters, and from her own daughters. She had drenched the Ziggurat in the blood of rakshasas to gain and maintain her clawed grasp on the queendom. And now she was dead. Of natural causes. Just thinking about...
CAMEL WHIPPED ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? CAMEL WHIPPED The beautiful naked blonde hung on the whipping tripod used for public whippings in this arab country. The tripod was placed on a 3 meter high platform so that the crowd could view the whipping. Her legs were spread wide apart and she hung slightly inclined so that her tits hung freely . It was midday so the sun was at its peak.Christine Jones was the name of the blonde before she was captured...
In my mind I go to places that may seem quite unwelcoming and harsh there to be subjected to degrading and painful treatment. Why on earth would you like to experience that? I know this is not problematic for most people but it is for me and one reason for me to blog is to share with others some of those fantasies that are exciting and interesting for me but seem strange and maybe even horrible at the same time.A setting for fantasies is a town square in a medieval town. The square is lined...
One day, the Marquis had me brought to his torture chamber, where, to my surprise and delight, I saw my Master and Mistress. They had come to collect me. The Marquis himself thought that my rebellious spirit had not been completely broken yet, but my Master was more than satisfied with my progress and had decided that I was ready to assume my role as his slave. My Mistress had brought some clothes for me to wear, including my dog collar. As I was getting dressed, the Marquis remarked,...
Melissa's parents had been killed in an automobile accident, and she had been placed in foster care at the local Catholic Orphanage. Melissa had been depressed about her parents recent death, and had wanted to die as well, so as to join her parents. The priests at the Orphanage were very strict, and this had depressed Melissa even more.Melissa was eleven years old, and was already quite the sketch artist. Melissa's pictures had changed of recent since her admittance into the orphanage. She had...
The whimpering bitch is on her back, cold steel hard against hershoulders and ass. Shackles an inch thick hold her wrists and anklesto the execution table. The locks are slaved to her heartbeat; sheknows with one hundred percent certainty that she will not leave thistable alive.She stares in horror at the five men who stand before her. Physically,they are virtually identical: tall, strong, muscular. They are barechested. They wear skintight black leather pants and executioner'shoods. She...
The girl stood, naked, in front of him. ‘Tonight, sweet one, I am going to pussy-whip you. Stand with your legs apart a bit more than that.’ He produced two long nylon ribbon-like straps and threaded them between her legs and up over each shoulder. Pulling the straps tight, so that they slipped deep into her creases, he fastened the two red ribbons behind her back. ‘Put your hands up to your tits,’ he commanded. Mutely the girl obeyed, and he strapped them onto the ribbons. She could not move...
The girl stood, naked, in front of him."Tonight, sweet one, I am going to pussy-whip you. Stand with your legs apart a bit more than that." He produced two long nylon ribbon-like straps and threaded them between her legs and up over each shoulder. Pulling the straps tight, so that they slipped deep into her creases, he fastened the two red ribbons behind her back."Put your hands up to your tits," he commanded. Mutely the girl obeyed, and he strapped them onto the ribbons. She could not move...
The whip hung on the wall, a stark black circle against the gleaming white surface. Sharon cleaned it every week, methodically, nervously, almost afraid it could lash out at her suddenly, of its own volition, as though it didn't need his hands to inflict punishment. Thrilling a little, ashamedly, she would pull the whip off the wall and stretch it to its full length, massaging oil into the leather. The leather braid grew darker as she rubbed the oil in, making it more supple by her...
The Queen could not believe what she was reading;a letter had arrived from the Abbess of the Abbey of St.Deaglan that was accusing her of cowardice.It had all started a long time ago,when the now Queen was a young Princess.Her father,the King had made sure that a girl of noble birth would be appointed as a 'Whipping Girl' this girl would take any beating that the then Princess should have received, "Her Royal skin shall not feel the hand or the lash...the 'Whipping Girl will be honoured for...
I am the first wife, lover and concubine of a man who is married to four other women and the fictitious articles that will follow are both my fantasies and my experiences. We met at Princeton in a comparative religion class. He swept me off my feet with his bedroom eyes, his chiseled chin, and poetry that would send chills and tingles throughout my body. His demeanor in bed unmatched dominating yet submissive, rough yet gentle, self serving yet romantic. Neither of us intended this to go...
Noenoe was slapping me. From right, from left. Then from right, from left again. After each couple of slaps i kissed her punishing hands. I was kneeling on sharp gravel, naked, with my wrists tied together behind my back. My cheeks and lips started swelling. My knees were hurting badly. So were my tied wrists. And my mouth, too, colliding continually with my teeth. And so was my tongue, which i was biting sharp in my effort not to wail with pain. "Well, filthy bitch", Noenoe said after a very...
The sun shines bright in my eyes as I lay out on the pool deck tanning. The water sings it's sweet song as I apply more tanning oil to my lovely legs. The large house casts a slight shadow over the yard to my right.I have lived in this house with my grandfather for 3 months. My mother and father kicked me out last year after they discovered that I had been working as a stripper at Godiva's, the sleazy strip club down the street.After I left I had stayed with my boyfriend, Rick, for a while till...
Bring her in."The girl was led into the room by a woman dressed in a black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. The woman led the girl by a chain attached to the collar padlocked around her slender neck. The girl was dressed as they'd instructed her, in white blouse, plaid skirt, white knee socks and black patent leather shoes. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and looked much younger than her nineteen years, partly due to her A-cup breasts that poked against the white blouse. As she...
We all three met up at a bar having a few drinks, dancing, watching the guys come and go at our table, it was just a regular Saturday night. The three chicks I had chosen to spend the evening with were Shawna, Tish, and Melody. There was not a doubt in my mind that these 3 girls were very wild. Shawna had a sleeve tattoo done in fairies and dragons, Tish, was into being pierced in places I didnt know was imaginable at the time. And Melody was the quiet one, with big beautiful seductive eyes. No...
“Spread your legs, bitch. Farther apart.” He pushes my knees even further apart than I thought possible. He tugs at my cunt lips, runs his fingers over my clit, and plays with it a moment before slapping it hard. I was about to see where my misdeed of masturbating without explicit permission would get me. It had been weeks since my confession, and I thought he’d forgotten. Not. He removes his belt from his pants. There cannot possibly be any greater sight or sound than a man ripping his belt...
"How many more, Raymond?" You ask, idly studying your fingernails. The shirtless man standing in the courtyard, breathing heavily, turns to face you. "Only one, my Queen. A stable boy accused of theft by his employer." Without looking up, you reply, "Very well. Have him brought in. And get this one out of my sight." Your eyes flick dismissively at the unconscious man suspended by his wrists at the whipping post about ten meters in front of your elegant throne. " "Yes my Queen" comes the reply....
BDSMThorn in my buttocks - my bloody whipping by tinaslut. ? Tina Larsson.YESSSSSS? I made it! I am not saying it was easy and I am not still able to sit so this posting is written a bit at a time. But believe me, it was a real kick and even more exciting than I had imagined. What added to the experience was the Tiger Balm – an oriental heat rub which is usually used for treating pain, muscular aches, insect bites and so on. It contains camphor, menthol and many other exciting things. I had...
Like the good and attentive wife she was, Wendy instantly recognised the symptoms. (Maybe they were not so hard to detect. I was standing there stark naked, red in the face and panting for air, a hand against the wall for support, with my dangling cock coated white with spunk dribbling in little gobbets on the floor.) "Hello, darling," she said brightly; "lovely to see you home so early. And how is young Kylie?" I corrected her misapprehension. "Wendy, darling, we have a new...
It happened some years ago. I was in college and I had a friend named Rina. On one evening I walked up to the door of the house and rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps and then the door opened revealing Rina smiling. I smiled back at the lovely girl and entered the front hall. “How long did it take you to walk?” she asked. Only about 15 minutes, but boy, it’s still pretty cold for almost April.” “Did you bring it with you?” I passed her the brown paper bag and she took its contents, a bottle...