Another pussy whipping story

Posted on February 12, 2012 by admin

Having had such an enormous feedback on the last one, we are back with another exciting pussy whipping story, have fun…

Madeleine is crying. I told her to behave. But she wouldn’t listen. Her wrists are tied together and linked with a long rope to the tree, the tree that she killed.
I tie up her leg, up to the roof of the garden shed. Her pussy gets exposed and I can do to her pussy what ever I want. I get ready for the pussy whipping. I chose the nine o cat-flogger to start with…

It was about three weeks ago, when Madeleine came to our place. She was meant to help in the house, as a general servant. Nobody expected big things, her tasks should have been easy to handle, but whatever we told her to do, she failed…

When she introduced herself at our land house in Spain, we were pretty impressed. A cute girl and she seemed to be willing to work hard for us. My wife was delighted from the first moment and so Madeleine got the job on the spot. If we only would have known how incapable this pretty girl was…

No matter what duties she was asked for, like cleaning the dishes, vacuuming the floor, walking the dog – she screwed it all. Madeleine dropped plenty of our best dishes, she ruined two carpets while vacuuming and she was even able to return from a walk without our dog. She left it bound in front of a cafe where she rested while on her *long* walk.

After a while we ran out of jobs for Madeleine. As the gardener asked for some help, we sent out Madeleine, thinking there wasn’t too much she could break in the garden. We have been pretty wrong…

The gardener gave her the garden shears and asked her to cut back the branches of the old beautiful tree. But before she started, he warned her: “Don’t you take away too much, that would be dangerous for the old tree. Err on the side of caution. You know, Mister and Mistress told me to report how you and in case you fail again, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d come up with a severe punishment for you. Now get a big ladder and go…”

By now you guess what happened right?
The gardener phoned me “Sir, please come out quick, she ruined the old big tree…”

When I got there the gardener already berated her, but she behaved as if she did not care much, “this was an old tree, who cares for this big pile of firewood?”

“Enough is enough”, I said and grabbed her from behind.
“Get her completely naked and tie her wrists up to the tree, while I hurry and get some utensils.”

When I got back with my flogger and my big bullwhip, the gardener already had done a good job. There she stood, this cute sexy body completely naked. And she was begging for mercy, but you know what, this time I did not care…

I told the gardener to leave, I wanted her all for my own.
After I took some steps back and took a big swing with the mighty bullwhip. With a loud CRACCCKKK!!!! the bullwhip hit her hip.

“Ahhhh!”, this little cutie was screaming loud. “Stop this, please stop this!”

But I turned a deaf ear to her. With another loud crack the bullwhip hit her tits and red stripes showed up immediately. After a couple of more lashes, I was looking for a way to get her pussy tortured. With another long rope I bound her left leg to the roof of the nearby garden shed.

A perfect position. Her pussy was perfectly exposed to what ever action my follow. The bullwhip is too brutal for a pussy whipping, so I switched to the nine o cat flogger. The perfect instrument for a pussy torture. The cat o nine was ready to do it’s work, for a lesson this girl will never forget in her live…

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Bound for pussy whipping

Posted on December 18, 2011 by admin

And here we go with another pussy whipping story. Enjoy our new episode called “Bound for pussy whipping story”…

She is bound to my whipping post. My snake whip hits her oiled body, her oiled pussy. She is screaming. Sweet pain is shooting from her pussy through her whole body. She is in ecstasy. Torn between hard pain and erotic feelings. It’s her first time and she will never forget it. That’s my goal with first-timers. Give them a lesson they will never forget and they’ll keep coming back forever. My snake keeps whipping her pussy, over and over again. I am sure she feels about it like I do – this moment should never end…

This morning, I was just about to leave home. I work as an estate agent. Today I was about to inspect an object. An old abandoned house in a remote rural area, which the heirs want to sell for about any price.
When I was just reaching for the door, my phone rang and I turned around. Who was that? My friends, my clients and anyone else I could think of, would call me on my mobile. I don’t even know my land-line number myself, hell, I didn’t even know that this piece was even connected.
“Hello?”, I asked.
“Hi,…”, I heard a precarious, young and female voice saying. “I don’t know how to explain it… I am looking for some special treatment…ahhm… Linda, my girlfriend told me about you… Are you the guy they call ‘The Machine’?”
That sounded like a good start of the day, ”Yes my dear, some people do call me this way. How can I assist you?”
“Well, I never did something like that before, but you know, Linda told me of the treatment you gave her in an old dungeon and I just do not get this story out of my head. You know, each evening before I fall to sleep I visualize what you could be doing with me, to me. It makes me… ahmm… kinda…. excited… kinda…. ahhm… horny…”
“Darling, I guess you phoned the right number. Listen, I am just on my way to an exciting location. I don’t care if you have time, own a car or whatever. This is your one and only chance. Be there in an hour and I’ll give you what you ask for. Here is the address my dear…”
I grabbed my snake whip and some oil I use for first-timers, a rope and off I went.

The house was perfect. The inside was kind of completely demolished. But the garden was exactly the right setting for what was going to happen. It is a really remote place, no neighbors, no traffic, nothing. And there was some old stake there, probably formerly used for cattle, perfect, I found my whipping pole!

She arrived in an expensive sports car, a really young girl, between 18 and 20, probably got a rich daddy. And she was a beauty, really, really hot! I let her in.
To draw the battle lines right out, I welcomed her in a harsh tone: “My girl you are late. I said one hour, you took 20 minutes longer, why was that?”
“Come on. This place was not easy to find. Don’t be so fussy…”, she replied in a cheeky manner.
“Stop!”, I commanded her, “From now on you are going to call me Master. MASTER, did you get that my little slave?”
“Ahhm, yes Master.”
“LOUDER!. I did not hear you!”
“Yes my Master, I understand you and I’ll be following all of your orders implicitly!”
“This sounds much better”, I lined out. “I want you undressed, completely naked, now, hurry up!”
She followed my orders and got completely naked, it was a pleasure to watch.
I tied my rope around her neck and led her out in the garden, just like a cattle.
When we got to the whipping pole, I splashed her with the oil and she immediately started massaging her whole body with it. Her tits, her ass, her pussy. If she only knew, how important the oil would be when it’ll come to the severe pussy whipping…

I bound her arms up to the pole. Without anymore warnings I started whipping her legs. But she did not scream. She moaned, as if she liked it, enjoyed it.
I hit her pussy – she screamed. She did not expect that, at least not that early, I guess.
I gave her some more beats on her inner thighs, before I cared for her tits.
She had big natural tits. Just like I love them. With a cracking sound the snake hit her boobies, again a loud scream. She experienced pain. Pain and arousal at the same time – as I could tell.

After some more minutes of tit-whipping she was ripe for the final pussy whipping storm. I was ready to give her a pussy torture, she would never forget in her whole live…

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Whipped to orgasm

Posted on November 27, 2011 by admin

Our whipping stories will never end. Here is the next one: Whipped to orgasm. Enjoy guys!

I have her where I wanted her. She asked for it. She got it. I delivered! Just a couple of beats and I’ll have her whipped to orgasm. Meanwhile she has her hand between her thighs. She can’t stand the pressure anymore. She flanks my whipping by petting her pussy. She is masturbating. She is going to cum, very soon…

2 hours earlier:
“Hello? Is this The Machine?”
“Yes Madam, it’s me.”, I answered the pone call.
“A girlfriend gave me your number. I need your service. Now. I can’t wait. Hilton Hotel. Room number 2108. Hit me there.” If she only knew how proverbial I would do so…

I packed my utensils and got on my way to the Hilton Hotel. She wanted a severe whipping, she said. She wanted to get whipped to orgasm. Nothing as easy as this…

She opened room 2108. She was still dressed. Obviously nervous. A cute blonde chick, I was surprised! “You are the Machine? Come in!”, she commanded me.
It was about time to make a point about who is commanding who for the next hour or so. As I am not a guy of big discussions, I just grabbed her hair from behind and dragged her brutally to the ground.
“Listen Darling…”, I let her know while keeping pressure on her head, “from this second on you are going to listen what your master has to tell you. Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”“Yes…”, was her cautious answer.
“Your Master didn’t get you. What did you say? LOUDER!”
“Yes Master, please tell me what I have to do and please feel free to abuse me as much as you like, I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve a brutal whipping…”, she said in a clear tone.
“That sounds better, slave! Why don’t we start by you taking your top off?”
She instantly undressed her top and I got to view her bare tits. She started touching my trousers at the sensitive area, you know what I mean.
“This is not part of the deal. Get back on the floor. Get totally naked. Now! Do it!”
With a sigh she turned back on the ground and undressed completely. What a view, what a body, what an ass…

She was on her knees, naked, left just with her pumps on. How sexy she looked. And she was horny, I could tell that for sure. She drew out her ass, as if she couldn’t wait to feel the beats on her ass, her asshole, her pussy. I could see, feel, smell how aroused she was. She was begging to get whipped with every cell of her body. So I started beating her ass, with a loud crack my whip found it’s target. Her body quaked, partly of sweet pain, partly of bare lust. She moaned…

While I was severely whipping her, I noticed how her white nailed fingers wandered towards her clit. I let her. She was working on her orgasm.

After a couple of minutes, her body showed serious swellings. Red stripes and bruises all over her pretty ass. Never would I have thought that a businesswoman, which she obviously was, could take so much heat. But she’ll probably have to over-think her dress code before the next meeting. But she doesn’t care now. She is bathing in my whiplashes, stroke after stroke she takes what I have to give her. It’s like she is having sex with my whip. She is in ecstasy. The orgasm is so close. It’s just a matter of time. She will be whipped to orgasm very soon…

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Bullwhip tit whipping

Posted on November 18, 2011 by admin

and here are more bullwhipping stories: this is the “bullwhip tit whipping story”, have fun guys…

It’s a garage, at least that’s what it looks like. I am hanging here. Hanging here since hours. Naked. This bald head came in some minutes ago. He put this huge bullwhip into my mouth.

“Here my little girl.”, he said to me while pressing this instrument of torture between my teeth. “This is a bullwhip and it can do a lot of harm. If you don’t want to feel the pain that it can bring to you, you better keep your mouth shut, my little red head!”
I spit out the bullwhip and shout at him “Are you crazy, you moron? Let me go. Now!”

Driving home from work I had problems with my car. I had to stop and moved around the car. The left rear tire was flat. BS! Luckily enough I was standing right in front of a garage. “Meyer’s workshop”, showed the board. “We fix your car for a fair pricing!”
Lucky me I thought and went into the office…

He comes closer. He is smelling at my bare tits. Now he is looking straight into my eyes. “You spit out the bullwhip? You shouldn’t have done this. You have been a naughty, naughty girl. You are asking for a punishment. I think a tit whipping will do the trick. A tit bullwhipping!”

He bends down and picks up the bullwhip.
“Stop this lunacy, I want home, let me go home!”
But he doesn’t care. The bullwhip in his hand he steps back and swings it in a big circle…

“Hello, anyone here?”, I shouted. A man with a bald head came from the garage into the office, cleaning his dirty hands with some cloth.
“It’s late, we are closed, what do you want?”, he asked in a rough tone.
My tire flatted. the car is outside and I was hoping you could give me a quick fix.”
I turned around to the window and pointed at my car.
“Sure, I can give you a quick fix.”, he replied in a sarcastic manner. In the same moment I felt a knock on my head and fainted…

With a loud lashing sound the first beat hits my tits. “AAAAHHH!!”, I scream.
“We are just at the beginning of the tit whipping of your life my dear. You better show more patience…”

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Bound girls

Posted on November 10, 2011 by admin

Here is another women whipping story. Enjoy “Bound girls”…

She is bound up. Ready for the ride. I control her. She is hogtied, in bondage…

Not even 30 minutes ago, she was free to move where ever she wanted to. I started out by bonding her thighs to her shanks. Making her immobile. Disillusion her thoughts of escaping. After that I got her arms under control. Tying them on her back. The arm-basement is a strong lashing wrist over wrist. This move is important. You have to do it carefully, else you might screw it up completely. Then I fixed her hands with another two bindings. Now I made the big axes around her body, upper arms and around her neck. Cross connected all for stability. Finito, another bound girl!

There she is… kneeling naked on the floor. Fixed to a helpless posture. At my mercy!

Two days ago, when she begged me for her first punishment, we discussed how far we wanted to go. I told her, that even though it is her first time, I plan to get her into real pain. She agreed. Also did I clarify, that once we are up for the ride, it will be solely my decision how far to go and when to stop. Again, she agreed.

“Bad girl”, I begin, “you have been a bad girl! I can hardly explain how disappointed I am. I need to discipline you now, do you agree to this?” This is my routine start. My last check. “Yes Master!” – Once she agrees, there is no turning back…

“Spread your legs wider!”, I command. She obeys. This is part of my strategy. Expose their pussies from the very beginning. I would never harm her pussy this early in a session. But I want to keep up the threat of possibly doing it. Keep the slave in uncertainty.

I decide to start with a tit whipping. A small singletail seems to be apropriate as my first instrument. We are indoors. You don’t want to use something big like a bullwhip indoors. It’s just not suitable.

The singletail strikes her tits. She groans. The second beat goes down on her breasts. Her bodys is winding, trying to elude the pain. That’s what they automatically try when they are new. She will learn. She will get a more experienced slave soon. Bound girls learn quickly.

She takes a couple of more lashes on her tis. She is screaming, but yet she takes it like a big brave girl. But I know this condition is not gonna last for very long.

A few lashes later, her tits start showing welts and swellings. “Master, I have enough, please stop…”.
” Do you remember our settlement?” I ask a rhetorical question. “I can only think of one person in here, who is empowered for such a decision. And here is a hint: it’s not you!”
“…but please master, back off, please”
“Your situation will get tougher with any single word you say. It’s up to you…”

Her tits have enough. Now I go for more sensitive parts. I let the whip crack down on her left thigh, she screams. After a few more hits on her thighs, I notice her knees coming closer.

“Spread your knees wide open!” I follow up my initial game-plan. Again, she obeys. I target her belly. Red welts show up quickly. The blows border her pussy. She knows it’s just a matter of time and there is nothing she can do to prevent it from happening.

She slumps in pain. I give her a short brake. I get ready for the last act. Here is my Cat O Nine. She has to ly down, I push her upper body backwards, exposing her cunt to the final whipping.

“You have to be a strong bound girl, for the last episode.”, I introduce the pussy whipping. The first whack, gets close to her cunt, but is still on the belly. She quivers with a mix of fear and excitement. She knows, it is going to come.

The next lash is right on target, I hits her pussy with a loud slapping sound. I keep going. She is crying and screaming. Again her whole body is winding in pain and desperation. I go for another ten beats and force her to count for me…

After this I fullfil my responsibility for her. She has enough and I understand. I unbind her, take care of her wounds…

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The ass whipping dance

Posted on November 2, 2011 by admin

Having such a good feedback on our whipping stories, here is the next episode “The ass whipping dance”:

Hello my name is Mandy and I am a striptease dancer.

I am 25 years old and have at best two more good years ahead of me. Until then I must have earned enough money, so I do not need to have financial worries after my carrier.
I live very frugal and enjoy the simple life in a small town. After five years of dancing I have already managed to buy a small house. I drive a small car and I was able to save up some tens of thousands of dollars. No more than three years and I can lead a normal life.
I was not always a dancer. After graduating at high school, I worked at a company as a receptionist. The pay was good, but the job was incredibly boring. Also my colleagues were not always friendly to me.

After some time I realized that I did not enjoy working for this company. So I quit and began to look for another job. Temporarily I had to move back to my parents. The job search was pretty frustrating, refusals only.
One day I came across a newspaper advertisement. “Wanted, a nightclub dancer”. I’ve always had talent for dancing. So I contacted them.
After an informal audition, I was hired and so began my career as a go-go dancer. The income was not bad, although the disco opened only on weekends. “How much could I earn, if I was able to dance at any day of the week?”, I thought, and started looking around at other nightclubs for work.
At some point I realized that most of the nightclubs were actually not looking for gogo dancers, but for striptease dancers. Naked in front of strangers? First time imagining such a scenario, I had inhibitions. But after I thought about it, I said to myself “why not try?”
Fairly quickly I found a club where I could start immediately and the job exceeded my expectations. I earned so much money, more than I would ever be able to spend, so I thought.
After a year I was able to buy my house. And so it went on. I made a lot of money and bought a lot of cool things I’ve always wanted.
But I missed my normal life. Finally to sleep again at night, to stroll in the sun at daytime, normal shopping hours, meeting friends, all that was missing.
Eventually I heard about a new club that was looking to hire striptease dancers. I went there unannounced. Unfortunately I found only a barmaid. The two owners were not there, but she fixed an appointment for me, in the late afternoon for audition. The club looked very classy and I knew immediately that it would not be easy, to get engaged here.
So I went to the hairdresser and got myself some very fine lingerie in a fancy shop.
Just in time I was at the club. The two owners were sitting in front of the stage. Easy to identify. No doubt, they owned this place. There were already some girls dancing and even a few more waiting.

When it was my turn, I slowly began to dance. The two were obviously bored by my presentation. One said: “Hey Mandy, if you want to work here, you have to step on the gas.”
I wriggled around the pole, turned, pulled my legs as high as never before, made incredible poses. The two were still not satisfied. “Come out of your shell,” said the Major, “or at least undress, maybe you’ve got great tits and that could be enough.”
I took off my clothes, even my panties, I turned around and shook my bare ass. Just when I wanted to turn back, I heard a weird noise. One owner had risen a real whip and held it in his hand. “Now girl, you better show us what you’ve got or you are up for an ass whipping.”
At first I wanted to flee from the scene, but I really wanted this job. I danced on and on, showed tons of new figures. The owners showed no enthusiasm.
WOSHHH! The first blow struck my ass. It burned horribly. But I did not give up and kept dancing. CRACKKK! The next lash struck me even harder. Red welts decorated my ass. I came here to audition not for ass whipping, I thought instantly. But my ass was further whipped. I felt biting pain on my ass and my legs already hurt incredibly. My whipped ass felt like it was already bleeding.
“Now you are starting to make an effort. If you keep going, maybe you can get this job.”

But he did not stop the ass whipping. I pleaded with him, he should finally stop the ass whipping. Then his friend held his arms. He told him to stop before I would be seriously injured and couldn’t dance anymore.
Finally I had the job. I walked out and and never came back again.

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Punish that girl

Posted on October 24, 2011 by admin

“Punish that girl” is the new installment of our whipping stories series. Enjoy…

Bonjour, my name is Josephine Baroness de La Force, I turn 19 in three weeks and will be married soon. This will happen against my will.

My father, Baron Jacques de La Force, chose a husband for me a few years ago. He is almost as old as my father, an old man and so this is already quite a punishment for a young girl like me. Unfortunately I did not yet have a physical relationship, because I was always guarded closely. Ironically, now that my body is slowly awakening to life, I must marry this old man and I do not even know, if he is still man enough to satisfy a chit of a girl like me.

Constantly I have to think of Pierre, our stable boy. In lonely moments, when lying on my bed, I envision his young body, his soft lips. Then I remember our secret hugs in the stable. We did not have anything real yet, you know what I mean, just a few hidden kisses. I can hardly think of anything else, but being in his arms and letting him having me. Every night when I am lying alone in my bed , I think of Pierre and my hands wander over my body. Every time I do that, I come to a climax of pleasure. But today my father burst in brutally…

“What are you doing, you dirty little whore? Aren’t you ashamed, what am I going to tell your fiancée? Maybe you are not even a virgin anymore, so you will have no husband! ”
“But I am still a virgin – I just don’t want to marry this old man! I want Pierre! ”
“Pierre who? You mean the skivvy? Are you crazy?”
“I love him!” and in the same moment I knew I shouldn’t have said that.

Since I was a little girl, my father talked to me in third person, when he was about to discipline me. Like “I guess I have to send that naughty girl to bed, until it is learning how to behave at the table.”

So when he replied “I guess I have to punish that girl!”, I knew no good things were going to happen. Take off your clothes and lie down! I’ll show you what sluts deserve!

He pulled the whip that he always carries with him and struck across my tits. The blow hit me all through, my whole body shuddered. Never would I have thought, that my father could do such a thing to me. He lashed indiscriminately over my chest and yelled at me the whole time. Then the first stroke hit my pussy. It hurt so incredible, it burned like fire.

“I guess I have to punish that girl”, he shouted repeatedly! “I will not let you little witch make a mock of me!”
“I’m sorry, please do not hit my pussy again!”

Of course he whipped me, until he could no longer manage to raise his arm and finally he let go of me. I looked down at myself – I was all full of red, burning welts.

I started crying and had to think about my friends. Now I belonged to the young girls who were punished just because they wanted to be loved.

Pussy whipping

Posted on October 18, 2011 by admin

We keep them coming, here is our next episode of whipping stories named “The pussy whipping”:

Hi, my name is Susan and I was humiliated in the most brutal way that a woman can experience.

I am 22 years old and I am studying fine arts. Unfortunately my parents are not wealthy, so I have to finance my studies on my own. After class, I work in an Italian restaurant as a waitress. One would think that this would be enough of a job, because you actually get enough tip besides the wages, but in an expensive city like London, this is barely enough for the rent. And I need to eat something, right? So I had to find a side job. On the bulletin board in the university I’ve seen , that the Museum of Ancient Art was looking for a cleaner for the night shift. Perfect! I got hired and shortly afterwards I could start. Finally, my life became a bit easier in terms of finance. Otherwise, everything suffered because of my completely filled day. My grades were getting worse. In both jobs I was pretty unfocused and additionally my friend left me. I knew this wasn’t going well any much longer.

The other night at the museum, I was cleaning the torture chamber. This room was the latest achievement, the first new big object, since the museum had the new curator. Inside they exhibited various torture instruments, paintings about torture practices, witchcraft books and all sorts of things, documenting the Inquisition. There were some exciting and interesting items, while some things looked really scary and perverse. For example, a wooden chair. The poor man, who had to sit on it, what pain he had to endure here? If I would have known how close I was to the answer, I would have run!

So I went ahead and polished this chair – the sign on it named it “Split Whipping Post” – then I heard footsteps. That was the curator, he made his closing tour. I hadn’t met him yet. He was at first glance very unsympathetic and after his first sentence, I knew that my instinct had not deceived me.

“Dear lady, do you even know how old this chair is? You may not scrape away at it, these things need to get treated with love and not simply be smeared with the polish. And anyway, what kind of work is this? Your entire cleaning kit is around here, everything looks messy. And why don’t you put everything on top of your trolly? I think I will have to give you the low-down! Tidiness is a huge priority with us!”

The very next moment he came up to me, held my wrist and forced me to sit down on the Split Whipping Post. Brutally he took off my dress. Then he tied my hands on my back and and pulled a rope around my neck. With another rope he tied my feet to this sadistic chair and my pussy was exposed to whatever might follow. I pleaded with him, I craved to release me, but he was already in a rage, left with no more talk. I knew he would hurt me.

Then he took a whip from the rack. It was a black, relatively broad whip. The curator struck my stomach. A red welt immediately appeared on my skin and I knew this one would not be the last. I do not know how I actually endured this pain. It was not just superficial pain, it burned from the inside out. After some time I thought it could not get any worse. But then he began to whip my tits. My whole upper body was bright red, consisted of a single giant bruise. I broke out in tears, I was sweating and shivering at the whole body. He went out and I could get some breath. My anxiety grew when he came back and he had another whip in his hand. It was long and had several straps. Earlier I read the text of this item. It was the dreaded Cat O Nine!

“If you thought that you previously had pain, then you are mistaken, my dear young lady! Now we are up to a severe pussy whipping and you will finally experience a real torture!”

And he struck. I can not really describe how it felt, it was a hellish pain. He did not stop the pussy whipping. My clit swelled to three times the size, my ass was also hit and it hurt incredibly. He saw that I was about to faint, so he finally stopped. Then he untied me and said that I should not even think of not finishing my work. So while still in pain after a pussy whipping, I had to polish this shitty chair.

Thanks Susan, for a great pussy whipping story.

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