Bound for pussy whipping

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

bound for pussy whippingShe 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 explainoiled for pussy whipping 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…”
bound for tit whipping“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 bound for pussy whippingcompletely 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!

bound for pussy whippingShe 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 bound for pussy whippingharsh 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!”
bound for tit whippingShe 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, bound for pussy whippingat 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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Pussy whipping

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.

pussy whippingI 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 forpussy whipping 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.

pussy whippingThe 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 pussy whippingand 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!

pussy whippingSo 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?pussy whipping 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!”

pussy whippingThe 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 pussy whippingwith 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 pussy whippingwas 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! pussy whippingNow we are up to a severe pussy whipping and you will finally experience a real torture!”

pussy whippingAnd 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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Pussy torture

Hi guys, as promised we are continuing our series of whipping stories. Today Jennifer reports an uncommon punishment, a pussy torture…

Hi, my name is Jennifer – I lead a double life…

In my everyday life I lead an art gallery. Luckily my parents were wealthy and so we traveled half the world. Even as a little girl I’ve always been enjoying the art scene and spent a lot of time in various museums. I could look at paintings and sculptures for hours without getting tired. In Paris I’ve seen the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci, in London I’ve studied the sunflower series of van Gogh, New York opened my mind by exposing Picasso’s des demoiselles d ‘avignon to me. I could go on for hours, lecturing about artworks I’d like to expose in my gallery.
I am married since seven years. Unfortunately our marriage is a bit broken and not as exciting as it used to be. As a result I recently developed a sexual liking, that I guess my husband would not be too pleased about. So this is how I got to leading a double life.
As I mentioned earlier, I have a gallery in downtown. This gallery consists of two regions, where all the paintings are exhibited. But there also is a secret room…

Nobody knows of this room, except of a couple of my girlfriends, very good girlfriends, if you know what I mean :) This room is behind a heavy brocade curtain, which can be moved by pushing a secret button. Here I can relax, escape from the daily grind, have fun and act out my new sexual preferences. it is my little paradise.
So one day, just before closing time, two men came inside. They looked nice and actually very attractive. We were talking about the three biggest and most expensive paintings. Smelled like profit. I already imagined my next holiday at the Seychelles. I saw myself lolling in the sand on the island of Praslin, of course completely naked. Oh how beautiful!
They asked me for some documentations of the artworks, so I went to my desk to pick the appropriate papers. When I came back, there was only one gentleman left. “Sir, is your friend visiting the bathroom?” I asked the remaining guy. “No” was the response, “he found another object of interest, I guess”.

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At the very same moment I felt someone pushing me down and I found myself lying on the floor, nearly falling senseless. Instantly I knew that these two guys were no potential buyers, but two common criminals. They wanted to rob me, demolish my gallery. No, not only this, they wanted to do other things to me, darker things…

They did not take long to discover my secret room, which was no surprise, they were thieves, right?

Probably they’ve been observing me and my gallery for quite some time. The one guy told me to undress, get completely naked, to only keep my boots on and then I should go to the secret room. His friend was already waiting there for me. I do not know how he installed this thing as quickly and quietly at the ceiling . It was kind of a metal rod, which hung down from the ceiling and hovered freely. Something like trapeze artists use at the circus. I was forced to lie down on the floor. The one fellow held me, his mate tied my feet firmly on the rod and then he pulled me up. I started to dangle in the air. It is not a nice feeling, this volume of blood in the head. You can quickly go bad. But I knew it would be coming worse…I did not expect it to happen so quickly. The first guy began to beat me with a long whip. He came over me like a hurricane. He hit me everywhere – my tits, my belly, my ass, my legs… I blacked out.pussy whippingAs I came around, he held a different whip in his hand. It was of the multi-tailed kind, looked a bit softer than the long one, but that endless number of tails promised loads of pain… It was a flogger!

He said “now you are going to receive the pussy torture of your life”. He stood behind me and the first strike hit me brutally between my legs. My labia bulged, and threatened to burst. But he did not stop. Over and over again he punished my pussy with the flogger. It was infernal pain, cutting into my clitoris. It was the most extreme burning feeling, almost indescribable, it was hurting just incredibly.

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I had no idea of their reasons to punish me, perhaps I had a short affair with the wife of one of them, who knows, I was quite active lately, right? But did I really deserve to get such a merciless pussy torture?pussy tortureThankfully, as a gallery owner, I had to have a security system, so the whole raid and the subsequent torture was recorded. This way the police had an easy job catching the two torturers.

Much to my chagrin, the movie material was not treated as confidential by the officials as you would expect. The movie and countless images surfaced on the Internet.

So my first pussy torture was immortalized and can be watched exclusively on one of the biggest punishment sites on the web.

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Jennifer