BDSM whipped

…and here is “BDSM whipped” by Svenja, a continuation of our illustrated whipping stories series, Svenja, here you go…

bdsm whippedHi, my name is Svenja and my husband is a sadist.

I am 26 years old and married to Andrew for two years. He is 45 years old and works as a real estate agent. We have met over the Internet on a site that specializes in matchmaking.

Originally I come from Russia, from a small village and I’ve always wanted to get away from there. Shortly after school, at the age of 18, I moved to Moscow and started to work as a secretary at a small company. Every day I worked pretty hard for at least ten hours, so neither was there much time left for amusements, nor did I have the energy left for it.
Of course, here and there on weekends, there were a few “candidates” who were allowed to take a closer look to my bedroom.
bdsm whippedMy life went on like this for a few years, but eventually I realized that it was not too satisfying. I felt like it was time for a solid relationship. I wanted someone to share my life, someone I could talk to when I come home in the evenings, no more dinners alone and especially no more lonely nights in my bed. I knew that Russian men can not ever have a harmonious partnership, unfortunately almost all of them are alcoholics. For that reason I started looking around on various foreign dating sites, in hopes of findingfor Mr. Right.
One day I discovered Andrew. He was an Englishman who worked in Spain, really good-looking and it seemed like he was very impressed by me too.
After a few meetings and a few months of long-distance relationship, I finally moved to Spain. The first time with him was so amazing. Everything was like I had imagined it as a little girl, dreaming of my the fairy-tale prince. I found my home. Well, I thought I did…

Unfortunately, at some point I came back to reality. With increasing frequency he came home from work totally drunk and we argued for ever. I mean, that was exactly the point why I decided not to get in a relationship with a Russian and now his behavior seemed even worse.
I already knew that we weren’t up to a happy end, but hope dies last….

bdsm whippedOne night he did not appear at home at all. In the early morning hours I bdsm whippedheard the slamming of car doors and loud shouting and singing. Andrew and his Spanish colleague Guille were drunk at the door and tried to get in. I went downstairs, opened the door and shouted at Andrew:
“How dare you, get home in bdsm whippedthe morning and on top of that you are totally drunk?”
“Shut up bitch or I’ll knock you down!”, he shouted back loudly.
“Piss off, you bastard, and don’t forget to pick up your friend!”
“I told you to shut up, now you get what you deserve!”

bdsm whippedAfter these words, I had to learn the hard way,  that he is bdsm whippednot only a drinker, but also a nasty sadist. Andrew told Guille to hold me for a moment, “I need to get some things…” he said and  went inside. When he returned, he had a few items with him. Long ropes and whips. I immediately began to cry, I begged him not to hurt me, but his sadistic instinct already had taken over control, there was no turning back.

bdsm whipped“Now you’ll get a new life experience – you will get bdsm whipped!” Andrew claimed with a sadistic smile in his face. “What are you talking about? What the fuck is bdsm whipped?”, I screamed hysterically. “Just watch and you will know”, he said while they took off all my clothes brutally.

bdsm whippedbdsm whippedNow they used the rope to tie my wrists to the door knobs and then I stood there, completely at the mercy of the two sadists. The Spanish guy pushed my legs apart and in the moment the first strike hit my ass. I howled, told Andrew that I love him and apologized, because I had yelled at him. But he would not listen to reason. He whipped me on and on. Suddenly the spanish pervert tied a whip to my foot and ripped up my leg. I had to balance on one leg, while Andrew continued attacking me, now he was striking with a short two-ended whip, an “Argentinien dogwhip” he advised with drunken words.

My whole ass was burning and it felt like there was no single inch that was not damaged, but they showed no mercy, the punishment went on for another 15 minutes, which felt like hours to me…

…finally he stopped beating me up and pushed me into the house. I saw myself in the mirror – my whole ass was full of deep red belts. Now I understood, I got BDSM whipped!

On the next day, I flew out of the house a few minutes after Andrew drove to work. I went to the airport and booked a one-way ticket to Moscow. Bye bye Spain…

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Hard whipping

Helen is an architect. Listen to her story and how she received her first hard whipping. This is the follow-up of our whipping stories series. Enjoy…

Hi, my name is Helen and I’m an architect.

hard whippingI love luxury, I live in luxury and I build luxury. I work at the most exclusive places in the world and for the richest people you could imagine. I was fortunate enough to construct in Monaco, in Marbella, at the Cote d’Azur. I rebuilt and arranged beautiful old houses at stunning places.

My business is doing great and my customers are completely satisfied with the final results. But I’d feel much happier if it was only for the first and the last meeting with the customers. Unfortunately I lack good  social skills, talking was never my strength and my shyness gets sometimes interpreted as arrogance. Well, at times I am really arrogant and conceited, but who hard whippingwould not be in my shoes? With all of these immensely wealthy people, you have to  develop a thick skin, if you care to achieve something. They just lack the smallest patience and sometimes I can’t contain myself.

hard whippingSince a few days I was in business with a new client in Mallorca. His name was Michael Winter. So far we had not met , only a few meetings held by telephone and Skype. He just recently purchased an old finca near Andratx and delegated me (and now it gets delicate) to convert it to an SM club.

Mr. Winter booked a flight for me on Monday and so I arrived at the beautiful island of Mallorca in the Mediterranean. If only I had stayed at home…

I was picked up by a limo and about 30 minutes later I saw the finca for the first time. The property was located on a high cliff, presenting an incredible view over the calm mediterranean sea. It looked absolutely amazing.

Mr. Winter (at this point I still called him Mr. Winter) awaiting me outside the entrance. He looked nice, which surprised me. People in his position often make an unsympathetic impression at the first glance. So we had a good start and I still cannot understand how it could end the way it did…

hard whippingOf course, it all started well and after the first inspection I had hundreds of ideas. After a few meetings I could begin right away. “What is the project’s budget?” I asked. “Money is not an issue”, Winter replied, “just aim for the best, work quick and we will be fine!”.
Now I only had to get some craftsmen, and we were ready to go. They came from Germany and I’ve been working together forever with these three. They are Germans, punctual, precise and hardworking. They do exactly what I ask them to do and make a great job. The only flaw is their messiness, construction sites frequently degenerate into absolute chaos.

hard whippingSo we made good progress over the week. Mr. hard whippingWinter phoned and informed me that he and a friend of him were going to arrive on Saturday. They were to examine the progress of the construction area.

So on Saturday morning I took them to the lobby, which was still a pretty busy place.
Winter immediately started yelling at me:
“What do you think you are supposed to do here? You little cocky, arrogant slut!”
“Why? What’s wrong?” I stumbled.
“Didn’t you listen to me when I said that this club needs to be finished in a week?  We are going to open next weekend and I have already sent thousands of invitations to very important people!”

hard whippingAfter that I wasn’t able to hold back my anger anymore. I completely freaked out hard whippingand I yelled at him. His friend, who had been keeping in the background so far, came to me and grabbed me from behind.

“Now, what an excellent opportunity to test the new harness, let’s see if it really can withstand some weight”, this sadistic pig said to winter. They told me to undress and then he tied my hands to a trapeze. Winter, who has been disappeared for a moment, came back. He held two long whips in his hand as he returned. “These are bullwhips”, he said “so I am afraid, you are going to receive your first hard whippingvery hard whipping today, you arrogant bitch!”

“CRACK!” In the very same moment the first blow hit me like a lightning, he hit my side with an extreme power. Meanwhile the hard whippingcraftsmen watched the scene from the gallery, not even considering to intervene. Before the stroke, I still thought the two were only bluffing, that they just tried to intimidate me, especially with the three witnesses present. But I was so wrong…

“Is that all” I asked, plugging up all my remaining courage, trying to act cool and laughing at them… The very next moment the sadist hit my back with the black bullwhip. It hurt hard whippingincredibly, burned like hell fire and I could not think anymore. Nothing more to say. Not only that I received the very first hard whipping of my life, but also my first shock. Then the lashes came alternately and simultaneously at the same time. Shortly after, my whole body was burning. They met me everywhere, and there was no point of my skin left, which was not bright red. They were in a rage. They lost control.

At some point I was still trying to fight back, to kick them, if they came in my range. But my situation was hopeless and soon I gave up and endured the beatings. At some point I realized that the blows were much softer and then I even had to listen to a shitty instruction of this sadist. “So, we hope now you’ve learned your lesson of fulfilling your job as quickly as we expect it from you, else you might get a further lection very soon, an even harder whipping”, they said and walked out. They let me hang on the trapeze, and I fainted…

Wooot, thanks Helen, that was some great story of a hard whipping session. Hope you guys liked it too. As always, please let us know in the comments.

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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