How to survive the financial crisis through caning - great film from Mood Pictures

Another source of great films if you are into harder canings, whipping and so on is Mood Pictures. They incidentally offer a discount for the remaining days of 2008 so do check their site out. In times of financial crisis it's always valuable to try getting good deals and saving money, even when buying bdsm videos! Speaking of financial crisis, their latest offering is a film called "Crisis" which shows what a girl may endure just to keep her job. If you like real hard stuff this is for you! As for me, I just love it...

Naturally, our heroine wants to keep her job so she decides to go along with the whims of her boss.



Maybe she is coming to other thoughts after all. Was this really such a great idea?



The office maid is very skilful in using the cane and she always fulfils her mission to the highest standard.



She lays on each stroke with full force and very soon the poor girl is screaming out loud, begging for mercy



"Was it really worth it?" she thinks as her sore bottom is covered with Scars and Stripes.



Is she going to keep her job? Will her boss want to cane her again in order to keep her? What other horrors may be in store for this poor girl? Get the video from Mood Pictures and see for yourself.

Caned by my Master

I knew I had it coming. For several days I have masturbated like crazy while watching the video in my previous post where a cute blonde girl is caned severely by two very strict Mistresses. Oh, how I love this video and what dreams and urges it has evoked within me. Yesterday, Master spanked me very hard and I came again and again when lying over His knee, the stinging paddle and the heavy hairbrush making my poor globes sore, swollen and bright red. But it was going to get worse. To get me in the mood before posting the video Master trashed me severely with His heavy leather belt on my already sore bottom and my thighs so I had to stand up while writing my post. He whipped me savagely with the belt for about twenty minutes and after the trashing my poor bottom felt like it was double its normal size.

But He didn’t stop there…

Master was just as excited about this video as me and we knew we wanted to do it ourselves. He was going to cane me to stop me from talking back. Only I had no intention of stopping – the pain would just increase my obstinate behaviour.

We arranged it all like in the video. Like this girl I walked towards a chair and bent over, my palms resting on the seat. After a long spanking session plus hundreds of vicious slashes of the belt my bottom was really sore and the slightest touch of my bruised and welted buttocks was a painful experience. Yet I was going to be caned. I wondered whether I already had gotten too much and would not be able to feel the pain anymore. Also, would it really be sensible to go on?

This is one thing I refuse to understand. It is my body and if I get a kick out of being beaten and whipped, what’s the point of denying it? It doesn’t hurt anybody else. My Master is the most loving and caring person you can imagine but at the same time He knows what fires me and He wants to drive me over the top again and again. Maybe this is because we are thinking so much along the same lines. Not only do we share many fantasies but we also tend to identify with each others roles, understanding the feelings of the other part. Some would definitely say that we do go too far but I can assure you that this is a source of wonderful excitement for both of us.

Anyway. I bent over the chair and my glowing, swollen buttocks were exposed in their full pride. I heard the swishing of the cane through the air and the deep, comforting voice of my Master.

- Well, Tina, are you going to stop talking back?

- Never! I’m an independent free woman and I say what I want to say. There is freedom of speech, you know.

- You do realize that this attitude is going to get you a very sore bottom?

- I already have that. You can’t stop me from saying what I want.

- We’ll see about that. I will give you twelwe strokes and then perhaps you will think differently. If you don’t, we have the whole night…

I stood stubbornly silent, bent over the chair, sticking my swollen behind out provocatively. Once again I was lost in subspace, masospace or whatever you call it. This is a state which is so difficult to explain to anyone who has never experienced it. The closest I can get is comparing it to the state you’re in when you have had a morphine injection. A totally happy world, you feel safe and full of positive vibrations, seeing no problems whatsoever. You feel utterly relaxed and even if you do experience severe pain it just adds to your enjoyment. I knew that despite the spanking and trashing I had already got I needed more. Which is why I never had any intention of giving up my freedom of speech…

The hiss reached my ears as the cane struck and the sharp crack was drowned by my gasp of pain. In no way had the previous beatings deprived me of the ability of experiencing pain. Oh, how hard He struck! I really love that man because He beats me so hard… I was surprised that the strokes were delivered in a very rapid succession instead of letting the pain grow before striking again. But right now I wanted it, I was craving it! I stuck my bottom out even more and felt the sharp cane biting deep into the flesh of my swollen, tortured buttocks. After the twelfth stroke I was sobbing hysterically and when asked if I was going to stop talking back I just answered:

- Thank you Master for punishing me so hard. I need it and I deserve it. But I will not stop making my point…

- Tina, you are making this so difficult for yourself. Another twelwe to go!

The strokes of the biting cane were raining across my bottom, putting me in a world of an insane fire which was consuming my entire being, while at the same time I was craving more of this wonderful pain. When the caning ended and I could finally speak, I sobbed:

- I won’t stop talking back! Not even if you keep on caning me all night!!!

My tortured bottom was beckoning for the sting of the cane. I was wondering if I would ever be able to sit again, while at the same time I was obsessed by a strange fever, a longing for more and even harder strokes. I wanted to cry out desperately and beg Master to hurt me as much as He possibly could but I knew I didn’t have to. He knows the way I work perfectly well and would just go on caning me harder and faster. When he announced that he would now deliver 24 strokes in a row - and harder strokes at that – I felt like the happiest girl in the world.

As the strokes fell harder and harder, I rapidly stuck my bottom out to meet the stroke and let it sink home to the fullest, the cane being buried deep in my tortured flesh with each stroke. Our movements were perfectly synchronized and as Master struck harder and faster I also increased the speed of my movements to meet each stroke. After each caning he asked me the very same question and I naturally refused. He let me regain my breath but made sure all breaks were as short as possible.

He delivered the strokes in series of 24 each and very soon the welts of my bottom started to split up so I was bleeding. Oh, how wonderful to be caned so hard! I felt blood trickling down my thighs while the intense fire within me was growing all the time. After one session he let me kiss the now blood-stained cane and I did so, profoundly and with love. Love for my Master and for the wonderful cane which was cutting deep into my flesh, causing me a pain which was so extreme that I did hardly realize how I would survive it. At the same time I was floating around in subspace heaven, more comforted than ever.

I have no idea how many strokes I had got or how long the punishment had been going on but suddenly he didn’t ask whether I would stop talking back, nor did he announce any new session of 24 strokes. I knew we had reached the breaking point now. He was going to take me over the top. All of a sudden a fiery rain of vicious cuts of the cane started biting deep into my bleeding buttocks and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he had conquered me completely. I lost all sense of reality, only being aware of the evil cane biting deep into my flesh while my juices were flowing down my thighs. I started frigging myself with one hand and suddenly I felt a hard grip around my hips while sharp teeth were biting into my ears and my neck, lips were sucking my flesh hard to ensure vivid marks. The blood-stained cane fell to the floor and I felt Him entering me from behind, thrusting hard and driving his hard pole as deep into me as possible. I screamed out loud from lust and I came again and again… totally madness, I felt like it would never stop. When He finally came within me we both fell to the floor in one mutual climax of extasy and for a long time we just lay there, totally drained of all energy.

I am lying face down while writing this, for obvious reasons. Master is rubbing my tortured bottom with soothing oils and nodding approvingly at what I am writing. The girl in the video got 180 strokes of the cane. I must have gotten several hundreds, in addition to the otk spankings plus the trashing of His heavy leather belt. But believe me, this was my most exciting experience for a very long time. I now realize to the fullest what a difference it is to suffer by my Masters’s hand, rather than punishing myself. When I had come to after the extreme climax, I begged Master to cane my pussy until I came. This he gladly did. I laid down spread-eagled with a couple of pillows under my bloody, swollen buttocks and this time he used a thinner, whippy cane – but oh, how wonderful it bit. He made me come again and again and I am so happy that He will be with me for some time now. Each minute is very precious to us and we are surely going to enjoy life to the fullest together.

*Hugs from a sore, naughty and horny tinaslut*

Here is a video which is very fitting for this time of the year. PainGate has loads of hard videos of girls being whipped, caned and punished severely in any way you can imagine. In this film it is Eve who is suspended, severely bullwhipped and punished by melting wax. Enjoy!

How about a real hard caning for Xmas?

Hello my friends - sorry to keep you waiting :-) Anyway, soon a New Year is here and it is always a good starting point for something new. I am very excited about 2009 which I sense will bring lots of exciting experiences and positive vibrations. Not to mention that I will get back to writing like I should have been doing all the time. Promise!

How about a good caning for Xmas? I recently discovered the site Daily Motion and there are some interesting films to be found there. Perhaps some of you knows of similar video sharing sites? I am grateful for any tips. In this video we will see a cute blonde girl getting caned in order to stop her talking back. But each time she insists in her rights for freedom of speech which results in even more and harder strokes on her already velted and sore bottom. There is not much of a plot but still I find the film very exciting and I can very well picture myself bending over the chair, with two stern cruel Mistresses walking around me, brandishing their sharp canes, like vultures circulating over their victim. Master is back home now and just before I started writing this he gave me a really hard trashing with his heavy leather belt so I have to stand up while writing. I think he is out looking for the canes at the moment...

Have a great holiday all and let us make 2009 into one of the greatest years sofar. *hugs* tina

A Very Hard Caning
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Spanked At Home

It is amazing how time flies away. Almost two months since I wrote something in my blog. Why is that? Honestly, I see no point in trying to explain why and finding excuses for my absence, although the dull weather could be one excuse. I tend to get a bit depressed at this time of the year and would rather go to sleep until springtime is here again. No, I think I will just start writing again and make sure to keep it going this time. Rest assured that my interests and passions for certain special things have not changed. But I have been very much alone – and I am sorry to say that there has been very little, if any, self-punishments made. My fantasies and dreams are with me all the time but somehow it seems that I am lacking the real enthusiasm at the moment. How wonderful to lay otk right now…

Still, I am glad that you keep on coming here although I have been absent for so long. I feel guilty for letting you down and I can only promise you that I will become a good girl again and start posting regularly. By the way, I wonder how many girls are getting spanked at home right now? Maybe here in my neighbourhood. Somehow I think that this is more common than you would expect. Once you have experienced the wonderful heat after each smack I think you will get the message. I always find a good spanking really arousing and a perfect starter for a session.I think that the site Spanked At Home captures this excitement quite well. Actually, their films and images is as close as you will get to looking into private bedrooms, seeing naughty girls getting punished. Do check it out. And please forgive me for keeping you waiting so long. I shall be back soon.

Tina in the dungeon

Hello there, just went out for a while... ;-)

Yes, I know: my posting have been highly irregular for a while. Of course I could keep on posting, ranting about what I do from day to day, but I suspect that you are here for a special reason, right? There hasn't really been much exciting happening lately but I'm sure it will be very soon...
I was really glad to see you popping in, Amanda. Actually, this is a girl who has no interest in this lifestyle whatsoever but still she seem to have found something in my blog. It's true, Amanda, you can really seem like any ordinary woman and yet live this secret life without anyone of your near and dear ones (or neighbours) knowing. That is also the reason why I prefer to keep a low profile as to my identity, sharing photos and so on. Unfortunately, I have seen examples of how subs have been displayed on the web against their will and although my Master would never do such a thing, at the moment this is the way it will be. But the thought of at least displaying my marks excites me and we will surely find a solution soon.

I have linked to you, Amanda, and I really like your blog, it's very cool. But keep in mind when visiting her that she is not at all into the things I am. Besides, her blog is in Swedish, although she writes very good English. Also, anonymous, yes, my Master allows me to "play with matches" and also cigarettes and even cigars, if they are used for the right purpose. Need I say that I am a non-smoker? ;-)Forgive me for escaping into my fantasy world for a while again but I just can't resist it. Will you come with me? Take care, until next time (very soon...)

tina

How about discipline without sex?

I must confess that many times I prefer being disciplined rather than more sexual treatment. Long ago, as I was trying to find my identity, I was seeking contacts with men who would like to spank me and discipline me. I answered some contact ads and eventually I met a few men. Although it did not lead to any lasting relationship, there was a much older man whom I visited in order to let him punish me. There was never any question about having sex: he just wanted to spank me and treat me as his naughty girl. Believe me, when he finally sent me home, I was a very good girl... The excitement I experienced when he was punishing me was very intense but I had no desire whatsoever to have sex with him. But as I went home with a sore, burning bottom and my blood boiling with lust, I felt so relieved. So content. Yes, I would masturbate when I got back home and especially when admiring my swollen red bottom in the mirror. But it never ever crossed my mind that I would have sex with this man. Neither one of us had any need for that.

The punishment sessions got harder and harder and it was this man who really taught me how wonderful a good birching can be. He ordered me to pick fresh birch switches to bring with me as I came to his home. Unfortunately our meetings came to an abrupt end and for a very long time I had to rely on self-discipline although I was very positive about what it was that I was longing for. I am forever grateful to this man for making me a birching addict :-)

I can still feel the same way. Often I fantasize about what it would be like to be punished by an unknown man, maybe somebody I have met in the street. Just punished, strictly and severely, but without having sex. I simply have no need for having sex with anybody else than my Master. But I could well do it if it was part of a session involving him and others. Although I and Master spend long periods away from each other I never have any need for having sex with another man (or woman, for that matter). Neither would I ever let anybody else punish me without my Master's approval. But the thought is actually very exciting... visiting a very strict man and after a very intense and painful session going home with a very sore and velted bottom... mmmmm

What do you think, my friends? Anyone who gets a kick out of bdsm and punishment sessions without having sex in the end? Is it the orgasms and the penetration that is the ultimate goal or is the heat and excitement enough? Please tell me your thoughts on this.

This slut would like to get to know you

My dear friends, I have been thinking a lot of you lately. No matter if I don't post too often you still come here now and then. I have gotten to know a few of you through comments and mail and although we have not yet met I appreciate your friendship very much. But I keep wondering about all the others. What is it in my blog that attracts you? Do you have something interesting to tell? Please post a comment and tell me a little about yourself and about your attitude towards submission and punishments. Are you a painslut like me or are you perhaps a sadist? Maybe you have your own slavegirl which you use. Please tell me about it. If you have your own blog I will be happy to exchange links with you.

I am back at home now and as it is very quiet around here today, I have kept on trashing myself quite a bit. My bottom was very sore and swollen when I got back home and I must strike even harder to achieve the desired result as my skin gets rough from all the trashing. But now I seem to have got the right touch when striking as one welt after another splits open so that blood appears. This excites me very much and makes me want to strike even harder until blood runs down my thighs. I brought a few very sturdy, sharp switches with me home when I left the cabin and they are obviously perfect for the job - very flexible and almost impossible to break. After laying in a salt solution over night they really sting like fire... mmmmmmmmm

I keep on laying on the strokes as hard as I can but it seems that all the time I perfect my technique with every stroke and the results are vivid marks on my slut bottom. Now and then I have to take a rest for catching my breath and masturbate. Yes, I am soooo horny now! I am a painslut in heat who is obsessed with the stinging switches that burns so wonderfully as they bite deep into my flesh... oh, such a gorgeous feeling! I keep on whipping myself so hard that I get dizzy and almost feel like fainting but after a few minutes rest I am fit for fight again.

Please, my unknown visitor, leave a comment and tell me a little about yourself and what attracts you about this blog. I would very much like to know you.

Back to the whipping now... mmmmmmmmmmm

Tina gets it again... mmmmmmm

Yes, I am still around and I am so sorry that I have let you down. Believe me, it is a real encouragement to read your comments and it makes it worthwhile to keep on blogging. Please forgive me for neglecting my readers for such a long time but I can ensure you that this cheap slut will be punished severely for her sins. Yes, it will have to be by my own hand until Master gets back again. But I promise to do the very best that I can and I pray to some higher power to give me the strength to punish myself harder than ever before.

It has started very good. At the moment I am once again spending a few days in peace and tranquillity in a borrowed cabin in the countryside, together with my wonderful friend Ville. Yes, he seems to have recovered quite a bit and it is almost like he never had any troubles with his legs. Of course I realize that our time together is limited but and when the time comes I must accept the fact that I and my faithful friend will have to part. But at the moment we are both enjoying life and we have a great autumn weather with lots of sun. And, not to mention, not a neighbour within miles…

This day I have been trashing myself quite a bit with switches and birch rods. As before, I realize that a good birching is much more effective as the birches have a sting that makes me loose my breath. It is almost like tracks of paon burning deeper and deeper into my flesh and the wonderful heat is spreading through my entire body. I will keep on trashing myself during the afternoon, masturbating like crazy and then start all over again. I want to cover my buttocks with bleeding stripes and scars. Oh, this is so wonderful…. this slut is suffering for you at this very moment and with every stroke that sends waves of pain and pleasure through my body I get a reminder that I must never ever let my readers down like I have done and it is so right that I am being punished this way. Soon my buttocks will be covered with welts and scars but I will not stop it. I must continue. This whore must suffer… she needs it badly… oh, please, give me the strength to keep on trashing myself until my bottom is covered in blood… mmmmmmm soooo wonderful… love it… just can’t stop…

*hugs and kisses* tina

Tina’s masochistic wet dreams

I simply cannot help it. When I see some artwork of women being punished, I immediately identify myself with the victim, taking her place. Yes, so strong is this feeling that I feel like I am actually experiencing it in real life. I really become the woman that is being punished! I often dream about scenes like this and they are perfect fantasies when I masturbate. Here are some great examples.

Harem punishment. I am strapped tightly with my bare bottom exposed, sobbing from the pain of the strokes I have already received. The room is filled with the sweet smell of incense and soft Oriental music can be heard. The reason for my punishment is my failure when I was ordered to dance for my Master, the sheik. He was not at all satisfied and by a gesture he ordered me to be punished. He seems very indifferent to my punishment, not taking any notice of me at all. The huge athletic eunuch has just made a pause but he will soon redouble his efforts and strike so hard with the sharp rod that blood flows down my thighs. Another slave girl is checking out that I am strapped as tightly as possible, knowing very well that she herself can be in my position tomorrow. Very soon my screams of pain and the sharp cracks of the rod biting into my defenceless flesh will echoe between the stone walls of the palace.

In the hands of the Inquisition. If I only knew what they want me to confess. I would gladly do it right away to stop the terrible whipping. They keep on asking me questions and every time I come up with the wrong answer another hard lash makes me scream out loud. Yes, the ferocious whip sure makes me dance It seems like this could go on forever. I have lost all points of reference and I have no idea if it is day or night. The merciless whipping continues and the monotonous questions keeps on coming. Will it never end? After today’s interrogation I will as usual be chained up in the dungeon to be raped by all the men witnessing my ordeal, including the torturer.

Whipped in a brothel. I am a prostitute at a high class brothel owned by a wealthy woman with several contacts among the upper classes. I am being punished because a customer has complained to the owner about my services. Two of the other girls hold me while a third, the overseer, whips me hard using a heavy leather whip. Soon she will step back to be able to swing the whip wiuth full force and hurt me even more. This should teach me a lesson: to never ever again say no when a customer orders me to do something. Naturally, I will have to apologize to the customer after the whipping which he oversees and as a compensation, he may use me for free for one whole day. I would never dare to protest again, no matter what he wants to do to me.

Prison whipping. I have been sent to prison because of false accusations by the woman to the right and her man pays the warden to have me punished regularly. They both come to the prison to oversee the punishments and as you can tell by the look of her face, she is really enjoying my suffering. Often she whispers harder… harder… and naturally, the man whipping me obliges. He slashes bloody streaks into my flesh and after a whipping I can neither sit or sleep for several days. Fresh rods are lying on the chair, awaiting to be used. Little does the noble lady know that her man regularly comes to my prison cell to take advantage of my defenceless body, forcing me to do everything his wife refuses to do.

Whipped in the prison yard. Oh God, this is one of the most wonderful images I have ever seen! Since I discovered it, I have been mesmerized by it and I simply cannot lay my eyes upon it without starting to masturbate. There are so many exciting elements within this picture. First, naturally, the overall scene: the huge athletic brute of a man wielding the whip. The whipping bench which holds my body in position for the cruel whipping of my bottom and thighs. The man at the extreme left is a wardour and his wife stands beside him. You can imagine that he will take advantage of me as much as he can when we are alone in my cell. Please also take note of the woman studying me through her lorgnette. She seems very interested in seeing in detail what effect the whipping will have on my poor flesh. The stern looking man standing with both hands on his walking stick right in front of me is the judge who has sentenced me and he regularly witness all my whippings to ensure that they are carried out with maximum severity. He will not be disappointed. Naturally, I will be abused by him and many other men in my cell when I come to after the extreme whipping.

A severe public flogging. I am embracing the whipping post and my desperate screams and pleas for mercy adds to the entertainment of the crowd in the town square. The man with the robe is counting out the lashes and also urges the torturer to whip me harder all the time. As you can se by the bulge on the trousers of the whipmaster he is very much looking forward to be alone with me when the punishment is over and I have been dragged back to my cell. I was lead by a chain barefoot through the streets from the prison to the town square, with a heavy iron collar around my neck. When I have finally received the 250 lashes from the whip and the 250 strokes of the birch rod, I am so weak that I am totally unable to walk and have to be half carried, half dragged back to the prison.

Do you know of other pics like these? Please let me know.

This slut must suffer!

As Master is away again it is now up to me to take care of my daily punishments. Naturally, a good cropping is a good way to start the day. I stand barefoot on the floor and bend over a chair, smacking my buttocks with the riding crop as hard as I can. I have several different ones but I have found that this one stings especially good.

Whenever I get some time alone during the day I am anxious to punish myself. This cat I often use to whip myself on the back. To make the thongs sting better I usually wet them before I start whipping myself. Master often use it on my pussy to make me come. Below the cat is a horsewhip which is sort of a combination of crop and whip and very flexible and elastic, almost like a fresh birch rod. It bites very nasty and leave wonderful deep red stripes… mmmmmmmm

I have refined one of the implements I use a bit. Earlier this year I found a hard wooden paddle, or rather a bat, which is perfectly balanced for smacking myself very hard on the rump. But I was wondering if maybe I could improve it so it became even better. Finally, I fastened a coke cap on it as I thought that with each smack the sharp edges of the cap would be imbedded in my flesh and possibly even bite through the skin. So I tried it out. Yes, it hurt good and left a circular red mark on my bottom but obviously it did not stand out far enough from the wood to bite through my skin. So it was back to the drawing board.

Finally I added a piece of wood between the paddle/bat and the coke cap. To improve it even further I smeared the edges of the cap with tiger balm to make the sensation more intense. I took aim and after swinging the bat back and forth for a while I struck with all my might. To my surprise it felt almost as if the protruding part even eased the impact as I thought it was much more painful when I smacked myself with the bare bat. But in a few seconds I was thinking differently.

It felt like something was burning its way into my flesh and the pain was just growing all the time. When I looked at my bottom in the mirror, to my joy I could see a nice circular bleeding scar. Oh, how beautiful it looked… and how it hurt. So wonderful…

Master, you must use this innovation on me when you get back home. Please… do smack me real hard… mmmmmmm… love, tina

Her reward

Just found this fantasy story on the web and I really liked it:

http://literallyalbert.blogspot.com/2008/06/her-reward-story.html

Performance of pain

Yes, I admit it: I’m a sucker for great good ole porno smut. This one comes from Master’s collection and the text on the back page says it all:

“She was only barely aware of dozens of eyes focused upon her naked body. The bright lights blinded her, illuminating her tortured flesh. Only the swirling lash commanded her attention, filling her with terror. Tina screamed as the cruel whip cut into her soft flesh, again and again. There was no protection, no escape from the leather-clad man who knew no mercy and enjoyed her suffering”.

Hardly the sort of book that would win its author the Nobel Prize. But it surely arouses me. Just a pity that the artwork within the book were not made by the same author who made the cover illustration.

How to punish a masochist slut?

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Mary Bryant - The Whipping Scene

The Incredible Journey of Mary Bryant is a 2005 film loosely based on the life of Mary Bryant, an Irish English (Cornish) girl convicted of petty theft and is transported to the Australian Penal Colony on the First Fleet with other prisoners bound for Botany Bay. I hope you will enjoy this clip from the film.

...and I shall have to pay more... very soon...

Just wanted to say good night to you. At least it's bedtime here in Sweden. As for my previous failure, I just received an understanding mail from the Dom who ordered me to do the "condom play". Despite the very harsh punishment I have already received, he feels that I should be punished in yet another way and he has given me specific instructions on how to do it. Both Master and I agree. I shall have to do it myself as I am very anxious to do it right this time. I am actually looking forward to it and I will let you know what happens...

Today I have been smacking myself very hard with a riding crop on my bare behind and I have produced the most gorgeous stripes on my buttocks which are very sore now. Tomorrow I will have plenty of beautiful, hard welts and I will have problems to sit. But I will still be in need of a further cropping tomorrow... just can't stop it...

I shall get back to my ordered self-punishment very soon. I won't let you down this time.

tina

I have failed – but I also paid the price

A Dom, to whom I am very grateful, has mailed me suggestions of self-punishment and I am glad that he made me try out stinging nettles. It was a most arousing experience and I have written more about it in two posts: Part One and Part Two. When I recently received another mail from him I naturally wanted to try out the punishment. But it proved not to be easy.

The idea was to fill a condom with sperm and hang it from the ceiling so high that I had to tiptoe and stretch my body to reach it. Of course I was not allowed to use my hands. My task was to bite through the condom and take as much as I could of the content in my mouth.

Of course I wanted to try it. I was ordered to trip and Master cuffed my hands behind my back. The condom was hanging so high up that I could barely touch it when tiptoeing. But I had to bite through it to access the valuable content. To inspire me, Master used a riding crop on my breasts, belly and thighs and the strokes burnt wonderfully. But I could not seem to get a grip of the condom by my teeth.

So finally I made a jump and tried to catch it. I missed. I jumped again . Same result. Master struck me harder and faster with the riding crop to really get me going. Suddenly, something gave way within me. In my mind’s eye I could see myself playing with Ville when he was younger. He used to love jumping to catch different things and although he cannot do it anymore due to age and poor health, I all off a sudden remembered all our great times together and all the wonderful years we have had together, ever since he was a puppy. In this very moment the whole situation seemed absurd. I stopped trying and Master, who felt that something was wrong, dropped the riding crop. He unlocked my cuffs and we just stood under the condom for a long while, hugging and kissing. I explained my feelings and Master gently caressed my hair while he explained that he did not want me to do something which was against my nature. He certainly knows how much Ville means to me.

There was an alternative scenario ordered in the mail. I should fill a condom with sperm or even urine and then put it in the freezer until it was to be used. I could then do it when I was alone. But I could not think of doing this, either. Keeping sperm and urine in a place where I keep the food – no, it felt totally revolting. What’s the difference? you might ask yourself. Sure, I simply love it getting both sperm and urine in my mouth directly from the source, so to speak. But this felt totally wrong.

In the end, Master and I agreed to give the whole plan up. He does not want to force me to do something that doesn’t feel right, just as he would never force me to be involved in animalsex or kidsex. But we also agreed that I should be punished most severely for my failure.

The punishment took one whole day. I was repeatedly chained to the hook where the condom earlier had hung and Master whipped me savagely with a single tail whip until I was about to pass out. He let me rest for a while and then the whipping started again, all over my body. He concentrated especially on my back at first and really gave me a great cris-crossing. When he paused, he smeared tiger balm into my wounds and soon the whipping started again. Believe me, this time I almost got more than I bargained for. Normally it is me who keeps on begging for more, but this was almost more than I could bear. My poor behind got its fair share of canes and rods until blood was trickling down my thighs.

After this whipping I had to stay in bed for a few days and Master was taking care of me like a baby, nursing my wounds. Many of the marks will remain for a very long time and they will give me very pleasant memories of this day each time I pose in front of the mirror. Memories of the day I was punished for my failure.

I am a bad, bad girl

Yes, I am a really bad girl… and I deserve to be spanked. Not only that. I am so bad that I need to be flogged, caned and birched on a regular basis. No matter how many strokes I get I am in desperate need of thousands more. Despite all the marks that are already there, my flesh constantly craves more of the harshest punishments. It has been a long wonderful summer with many exciting days together with Master. Now the time has come for us to part for some time again but we will still be connected through the very special bonds that exist between us (not to mention the Internet, of course…)

Now I will be by myself again for a long time and it will be up to me to handle the practical punishments. I am really longing to start doing it again. Several new ideas for self-punishment are popping up in my head all the time and I also get many ideas from you, my beloved readers. Forgive me for neglecting you like I have done. I really am a bad girl and I need to be punished most strictly. Won’t you please come up with more suggestions on how you want me to suffer. Now I really feel in the mood to start blogging again – and trying out many new alternatives of self punishment.

I also want you to know that I recently failed in carrying out a punishment ordered by a reader. Yes, I failed. I will explain more about this later, not to mention how Master later punished me for my failure. Although he understood why I failed we both agreed that the most severe punishment was necessary to make this slut pay the price for her failure.

If you only knew how horny I am right now… as I imagine what I will be ordered to do to myself as we enter another dark season. Yes, darkness does something to me. It evokes a lust within me which I am unable to resist – and why should I? Also, I will be glad to hear from you and I love reading your comments. Please write a comment right away… if nothing else for telling me what a slut I am and how you think I should be punished.
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Love,
your slaveslut tina

P.S. Anyone who happen to have any more pics from this series? I have no idea who the artist was. The girl was called Sheila and the artwork was sold as sets of cards by a mail order company from New Your in the 1970s (courtesy of Master).

Strange preferences?

Luckily, we are all different and we have our individual tastes. In a relationship we may have to adjust ourselves to the other part to make it work. This can be especially challenging in a bdsm relationship. I realize that I am very lucky to have found a Master who is into the same sort of things that I am. Often we don’t have to speak at all – it just works like it should when we are playing, just because we know each other so well. The big difference is perhaps that he is a bit more sensible than I am… I do have a tendency to want to go too far sometimes.

What is so wonderful is that we also share the same limits, without even discussing it, without safewords. No, sometimes I wish I could use a no-safeword to make the action continue J It may seem strange but it has been there as long as we have known each other. Not that we are exactly reading each other’s minds but we just work in the same way.

So what are my actual limits? Well, first and foremost absolutely NO KIDSEX and NO ANIMALSEX. No scat, either. But on the other hand I enjoy golden showers very much and I love taking the yellow stream in my mouth, swallowing as much as I can. So what’s the difference, one may wonder. Well, I just work this way.

I get simply high on hard floggings and birchings but I also enjoy relatively mild otk spankings. Having my face slapped, hair pulled, ears pinched – yes, it all turns me on. But for some reason a fist in my face would not be as exciting as a slap with open hand. I see nothing exciting with losing a tooth or having my eyes swelled shut because of a blow. But I don’t mind bloody streaks and scars on my body, as long as they are the results of a severe whipping. When the cane bites deep into my flesh, splitting my skin so that blood oozes out from the welts, this and the pain shocks drives me over the top with lust. But just cutting my skin with razor blades or knives would never give me the same satisfaction.

Breaking bones, amputations, mutilation – no, that’s nothing for me. I see nothing sexy about ending up in a wheelchair after a session. Everything connected with hospitals I even find extremely unsexy. Maybe it’s because I have been working a lot in these environments. But a public flogging in the market square in front of thousands of spectators – or grim tortures in a medieval dungeon, YESSSS… both IRL and in my fantasies.

As for the medieval dungeon, being stretched on the rack is OK but not having my limbs dislocated. More or less permanent marks are not only OK but can be very arousing. Yes, I would let myself be put in an Iron Maiden, provided the spikes were rather short and didn’t cause any internal damages. But having your tongue cut off or your eyes stuck out would be definitely wrong, although it did happen in “those good old days”.

I realize I might not be too easy to understand. One problem was actually finding someone who was interested in playing but my biggest problem has always been that those punishing me have been to mild (or meek) and left me frustrated. That is, until I met my Master. Still, there is the security that I know he will never go too far with me, although he will definitely take me over the top.

I realize that I have earned quite a punishment for neglecting my blog and I will get back to that subject very soon. Take care,

Your slaveslut tina

Beat me harder, please…

I admit it… I’m not here in blogosphere as often as I should be. There are no excuses for this but maybe some explanations. Sometimes there are more urgent and exciting things in life. Yes, it is very rude of me to neglect you, dear readers. If it is of any consolation to you I am being severely punished for my neglections all the time.

Behind the closed bedroom door you can hear the sound of hard whacks mixed with my gasps, sobs and screams. I am pleading for mercy, yet I wish that this wonderful spanking will never end. I am lying over the knee, with a firm grip around my waist and my bare bottom exposed. The heavy wooden paddle has soon made my poor globes turn bright red and very swollen but still the heavy smacks keep on raining on my bottom, making me squirm and scream. Oh, it’s so wonderful… please spank me harder… make me suffer, Master.

The continous spankings keeps me aroused and assures that I am wet and eager when you want to have me. Besides, I always have the riding crop ready beside my bed, and my closet is full of other tools you may want to use for punishing me. Oh, please do. If you punish me hard enough, then maybe I will be a good girl and start blogging again.

Please, Master, beat me harder. Much harder... mmmmmm

The taming of a slut

Sometimes it happens that I do wonder if I am really normal. Though I know that my submissive character and my lust for pain is by no means unique. There must be millions of women like me in the world. But in some way it seems that I have passed some border which is not acceptable. Even others involved in this lifestyle have tried to explain to me that what I am longing for can be all right as fantasies but warns me not to go too far. At the same time, pain is for me a source of ecstatic pleasure that I could not get in any other way. Surely there are many nutcases around in the world and I am sure that you are only wishing me well by trying to warn me against living out my fantasies. But once you have finally found Him, where everything falls into place... when I have found Him who can play my body with His sensitive fingers like a musician plays his instrument... why would I ever want to go back? My one and only desire is to advance further into this wonderful world of pain and submission in order to experience new sensations.

A psychologist would probably explain my desires by some traumatic experiences in my childhood. I can honestly say that my childhood was one of happiness and harmony without any serious problems. But my secret desires have been with me for as long as I can remember. At first I discovered how much I enjoyed playing Indians and Cowboys with the boys, being captured, tied and "tortured". many times I would wish that they had gone further but they probably neither had the nerve nor the imagination. We were actually starting to unleash feelings that many would think would have been better off being suppressed. Our games gave us a perfect alibi. You can imagine that I was dreaming of our games many a night and how they could advance further. At the same time, I had to restrain myself not to go to far. Already then, I realized that I had to be very discreet and as I grew up, my obsession became a very secret part of myself. Dating boys I found just boring as nobody realized what I was longing for and I had no one to talk to about it. Sex in some way felt like a half measure without what I was dreaming of. In all secrecy, I started practising self discipline in my early teens and afterwards, everything felt just so much more meaningless and empty. It was not just a dream. It developed into a craving for pain and humiliation that I neither could or wanted to control. I realized that it had to surface some day. I read everything I could on the subject and when I found 'The Story of O' it was like a revelation to me. I also wrote down many of my secret dreams and desires and mostly I destroyed my notes so that nobody would see them. My entire teens were filled with casual sex contacts that left me cold and a constant feeling of emptiness.

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I feel so utterly sinful as I sense the dew fresh grass under my bare feet with the soft morning breeze caressing my bare sex. The birds are greeting me with their happy chirping, greeting me for a new wonderful day. The mere sight of the huge, old birch tree and shrubs of switches and branches fills me with lust and anticipation and I am already wet. I have with me a pair of pruning shears and I collect switches and birch rods, from very slim ones to long and thick ones with sharp, elastic tips. My breathing becomes very heavy as I break one switch after another from the old weeping birch and in my mind I can visualize what is to come. My nipples are stiff and hard and protrudes through the fabric of my thin summer dress. I feel safe that nobody will disturb us.

Although I have collected loads of rods and switches, I know that it will be the birch rods from the weeping birch that will hurt the most. As usual you will start birching me with light strokes and long intervals between each stroke, letting the heat spread through my body before you slowly increase the intensity of the birching. The weeping birches have very slender but strong and sharp switches with lots of rock hard buds that have not yet burst into leafs. While the rods and wickers leave good, hard welts and cause a persistent pain, the fine switches of the weeping birch bite sharply into my skin and as you increase the strength and intensity with each stroke, they leave thin bloody streaks on my buttocks and thighs. And I am really burning with lust!

Your strokes ignite a fire passion within me and like an athlete high on endorphins, I feel so excited and lusty that I wish this could go on forever. I only want you to chastise me harder…
But you do feel when I have had enough. There comes a time when I am totally high from the pain and excitement and desperate with lust. Then you will want to own me. All of a sudden you enter me, your hard thick lance of flesh penetrating me, with the strength of a beast. You take me very hard and brutally. You drive me over the edge to climax again and again while sinking your teeth into my neck, conquering your female. I feel your huge tool pulsating and swelling within me as you are sucking my flesh into your mouth, biting, leaving vivid sucking marks on my neck. I lose all conscience of time and when you finally comes within me, we both collapse on the bed, totally exhausted. Now we only want to lay together, enjoying each others nearness, caressing each others bodies. We have all the time in the world. It is just us and we are happy. I feel purified and content.

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- Tina, my naughty, naughty girl!

I put down all the switches and rods I have collected and get down on my knees before you. A firm grip of my hair and two swift, hard slaps on my cheeks. You are wearing your beautifully ornamented ring which I know will leave marks. You like putting marks on my body and I love you for it. How often am I not standing in front of the mirror, admiring your marks on my skin, longing desperately for you. When we are out on the town together I have to have my shoulders and neck exposed to show the marks of your teeth and lips. It must be shown that this slut has been used thoroughly. You generally will also give me some vivid stripes with a birch rod or a riding crop across my thighs before we go out. I must wear very short skirts to give the stripes and welts maximum exposure.

The tattoo on my left upper arm was actually there before, but all the other marks on my body have been made by you. When we are taking a bus ride, I must sit in the middle of the seat at the very back row with my legs far apart so that everybody can see my exposed sex. Panties and bras are strictly forbidden when we are out together. Even though most people quickly shy away their eyes there are some, especially older people, who cannot disguise their disgust. Sofar, nobody has said anything, though. There may even be those who find the sight exciting, as they lay their eyes upon my welts and marks.

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Now I am in a state of ecstacy. I am standing on all fours, swaying my back and you are wearing out one switch after another from the beautiful weeping birch on my nude bottom and thighs. You whip me faster and harder all the time so that your arm soon looks totally blurred. I feel the switches biting through my skin, sobs, cries and beg you not to stop, to continue chastising me. When I finally feel your strong hands gripping my hips and your hard tool penetrating me, I can feel blood trickle down my thighs. You thrust into me hard and deep, like a piston. When your warm semen is spurting into me, I feel your teeth biting into my neck, as a final conquering gesture. When I lay on my stomach with your body upon me, I am totally exhausted by all the orgasms I have had and the enormous strain. My body is burning with pain and yet I am longing for a good taste of your birch again. I am yours and I beg you to use me as much as you want and can.

A thorough birching is the best way to teach a slut how to behave...

English Spanking

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Still alive, well and horny *blushes*

Forgive me all for having neglected the blog for so long. I know exactly how it feels: when you get used to reading something and one day it suddenly is not there, without explanation, of course you feel disappointed. Believe me, I have no intention of stopping blogging but I seem to have fallen into some bad inertia. Fortunately, Master knows how to cure that and he has plenty of reasons for punishing me right now…

Not that we really need any reasons for my punishment. As we both simply love it, it’s just so wonderful to do it whenever we want. I have strict orders to always have a riding crop ready by my bed and each morning I have to bend over to get a number of vicious, burning cuts from it. This always fires me and when we make love after the cropping I surely am a hot little slut and climax again and again. Yes, I guess “slut” would be the most appropriate word to characterize me. Sex is vital to me and when Master is not with me, I masturbate frequently, generally while dreaming of some hot fantasy.

Yes, I admit it, fantasies is something which turn me on very much but I don’t stop there. I have the urge also to live out my fantasies as much as possible and quite a number of them have materialized.

Very often my fantasies are sparked by images or writings. Like the wonderful artwork by the late great bdsm artist Robert Bishop. I would have linked to the site robertbishopart.com but according to Google, the site “could harm your computer”. Still, here are a couple of his drawings, which appeared in the book The Prisoner of Ismaul which is a very exciting story. Basically, the plot is about a suave, self-conscious secretary named Eve Trevor being abducted by order from a wealthy client of the company. She is tied, trained, whipped, tortured and brought to a foreign land, chained in a desert fortress, sold as a slave.

Mmmm… a scenario like that make my fantasies go completely wild and they are so intense and realistic that I am actually feeling like I am her. It is a marvellous feeling to be able to actually experience this, feel the punishment…

So wonderful… strapped to a whipping bench… with a cruel, muscular Mistress laying on the cane with full force. She is furious and whips me like mad… she wants the slut to suffer as much as possible… see to it that I cannot sit for at least a week and place a lot of permanent marks on my bottom… yes, I get what I deserve… this horny painslut must be caned extremely hard… I am a whore and I need to suffer… while my screams and sobs of pain mixes with the hiss and the sharp cracks of the cane against my flesh, I beg her to cane me harder… oh, please Mistress, slash bloody streaks into my whore bottom… give her what’s coming to her… I am so happy to be in the hands of the strongest and most cruel Mistress you can think of… when I am about to faint she pauses to catch her breath… wiping the blood off the cane… soon she will start all over again… mmmm you’re so fit and strong… please cane me harder, Mistress.. ooohhhhh… I need it desperately…

I am regularly flogged in public and it is my wonderful Mistress who carry out the punishment… near the whipping post is the man who has bought me, a wealthy sheik… after each flogging I am carried to his bedroom to be used by him… due to the severe whipping I am too weak to walk and my wounds will take a long time to heal… my Mistress always does a wonderful job with her heavy bullwhip… the lash always seem to hit wherever she wants it and I am completely lost in a crazy, wonderful dance of pain… mmmm whip me harder, please… make this cheap whore suffer like she deserves…

Rest assured that I am regularly punished IRL, too! But sometimes it's so wonderful to drift away into your fantasies, where anything can happen. Both I and Master find it very exciting to recreating fantasy scenes IRL and who knows what will happen tommorow. We both have the urge to break barriers, go over the top, on to new heights of ecstacy. Yes, it's a wonderful life... your slaveslut tina

Belle de Jour whipping scene

Here is a clip from the film Belle de Jour, starring Catherine Deneuve, from 1967. The story is about a frustrated housewife who cannot be satisfied by her man. She has vivid masochistic fantasies (believe me, I know how it feels…) and one day she starts to work secretly in a brothel, using the name Belle de Jour. Very soon she meets a bad guy who has the power to make some of her hidden fantasies come alive and then… no, I really don’t want to spoil the fun for you. See the film yourself, you won’t regret it!

Girls violently whipped in Ethiopia

Here is a videoclip which may spark your interest. Young girls are begging to be whipped and acts provoking in order to get the men to whip them. This is done as a part of the Bull Jumping Ceremony, a ceremony where a young man has to prove his adulthood by jumping over six bulls. The young women of the family have to prove the courage of the family by letting themselves be whipped very hard. The girls are whipped by switches so hard that they bleed and the whipping causes more or less permanent scars.



Here we see the whipped back of one local girl:

Take care all

tina

For the love of my Master

I am indeed a very happy woman. When I fell into your arms on Friday after such a long time apart, I experienced profound happiness. As I rubbed myself against you, feeling your strong, masterful manliness, I realized how much I had been missing you. But now we have a long, wonderful summer ahead of us.

I pressed my chest against you and the tacks and pins dug into my swollen breasts. You smiled at me and kissed my lips gently. My entire mind and body was uproar with lust but I knew I had to be calm. I wanted to fall on my bare knees before you, begging you to hurt me. I wanted to beg you for a good taste of your whip. But I knew better than trying. You can read me like no other and I know how you work. Your strategy is to make me wait, having me on the torture rack as long as possible before you finally let me experience what I crave. You and I know that it just increases my lust to a degree which is almost unbearable and I know I could never achieve it on my own.

Yes, I do a lot of self-punishments and I am very active when it comes to, well, sort of… flicking the bean, twiddling the knob… oh well, masturbating… *blushes* I do it several times a day and very often if I only have only a couple of minutes to spare by myself. It makes it so much more exciting. But it can never be the same as being owned and used by you, Master. The joy of submitting to your masterful manliness is what keeps me going.

You ordered me to go into a chatroom to tell about what was happening and when you grabbed my breasts from behind so hard that it felt like all pins were driven into my flesh at the same time, I cried out from pain. Your whisper in my ear that you thought I needed a good spanking made me so aroused and I had to finish the chat contact very quickly. You led me to the bedroom with a hard grip in my left ear and very soon I was lying over your knee. Oh Master, this is so wonderful.

During the day you punished me in various ways, gradually building up the excitement and the harshness of my punishments. I was only too happy to submit and when you used your heavy belt on my sore bottom I screamed so much from pain and ecstacy that you had to gag me before proceeding. You know exactly how to make me reach the wonderful world of subspace and we both know that plain vanilla sex just will never be the same.

At nine o’clock in the evening you took off my tacked bra and the pain when the pins and tacks were pulled out of my flesh was the most intense I had felt in a long time. More pins than I realized had penetrated my skin and my poor breasts, red and sore, were full of marks. You surely used both teeth and fingers in the most effective way to cause me moe pain, to put loving marks on my body.

Master, I love you and I am so glad to be with you again. May this go on forever.
your slaveslut tina