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

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...

Thank you for voting… but what is the outcome?

When I finally got into town to check out the results of my blog poll, I found out that both the caning and the thumb tack bra alternative have attracted an equal amount of votes. How do we solve this? I have decided to prolong the time for voting until Wednesday, June 18 by which time hopefully we will have a clear number one. So please keep those votes coming.

Whatever alternative it will be, I will be using many other forms of self-punishment, too. And in a week Master will be back with me for a while before travelling on. But we will surely have a wonderful time together and I expect to have a lot of great experiences to tell you about in my blog later this summer. Sofar it has been a wonderful summer here in Sweden and I am very excited about what I will experience later in summertime. I am going back home today and I will start carrying out the self-punishment decided by you after the new deadline: midnight CET on June 18 (22.00 UTC).

I have gained a lot of experience when it comes to using different types of switches, birches, rods and branches on my bare buttocks this week. Obviously the birch is the most effective alternative but you also have to find very elastic switches that will not break easily. Also, they are only effective for a few hours after picking, then they start to dry up. Another thing is that my skin gets very rough from the continous birchings so in the end my skin is like rawhide and very difficult for the birches to cut through. The first days I succeeded to slash many bleeding scars into my sinful globes but the last days I have not succeeded to do that although each birching still hurts and burns wonderfully.

Thank you again for voting and please come back soon. I have a lot of exciting things to tell you about and I must confess that knowing that you are reading what I write and so many of my secret thoughts and fantasies makes me very horny… *blushes*

So anxious about the outcome of my self-punishment poll…

I can’t hardly wait until midnight (CET = 22.00 UTC) to see what self-punishment I shall carry out this week. If the alternative with the most votes should bed a severe trashing on my bottom, like the caning alternative, it is perhaps not the best timing as I have been trashing myself with birch rods for hours each and every day the past week. Yes, I have succeeded in trashing myself so hard that I drew blood and that only makes me redouble my efforts. My buttocks are covered with welts, bruises, marks and scars so my bottom really could use a rest. But is you who decides and if you want it to be trashed even more, so it shall be.

On the other hand my breasts have been left untouched most of the time. I just have been pinching my nipples, digging my sharp nails as deep into them as hard as I can and rolling the nipple between my nails while writing. It makes me so hot and horny and my nipples so erect and hard that they feel like bursting. But apart from that my breasts have been left intact. So I guess the option of breast torture would give my poor bottom a chance to heal and enable myself to sit properly. But, like I said, you are the one who decides. Gee, am I longing to see your verdict tonight…

Captive in the jungle

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Thorn in my buttocks - my bloody whipping

YESSSSSS… I made it! I am not saying it was easy and I am still not able to sit so this posting is written a bit at a time. But believe me, it was a real kick and even more exciting than I had imagined. What added to the experience was the Tiger Balm – an oriental heat rub which is usually used for treating pain, muscular aches, insect bites and so on. It contains camphor, menthol and many other exciting things. I had actually never used it before but somebody in a chat-room recommended it for self-punishment. How right he was!

Yesterday was a rainy day here in the Stockholm area and it was relatively easy to sneak out to pick the thorn branches. I selected five of them of various sizes and soon got back home without anyone noticing me. My punishment was to be 48 hard strokes and I started by smearing the thorns with tiger balm. In this way the balm would be pressed into the open wounds with each stroke and add to my pain. I had tried a very small portion of it on my clit the night before so I realized perfectly well how devilishly it could burn. But it added very much to my excitement as I was playing with myself that night.

I found the safest place for my self-punishment to be the bathroom. Of course I expected some blood. I had arranged a big mirror so I could see the result of the thorns biting into my flesh. I was standing on a white sheet which I had arranged on the floor and to drown any sounds I let the water run into the bathtub during the session and the stereo was on quite loud.

Time for the first stroke. I bent forward, aimed, swished the first branch a couple of times and then I struck with a force that even surprised myself. This cut would have been very painful even without the thorns. It hit perfectly across my naked globes and in the mirror I could see a bright red welt forming, with several droplets of blood appearing. Some wounds were bigger than the others and some blood trickled down my buttocks and thighs. But the most extreme sensation came a few seconds after the stroke. Suddenly it felt like my buttocks were burning and the fire was increasing all the time, just like when you have eaten very strong Spanish pepper and try to extinguish the fire by drinking water. My god, how it burned! The fire was so intense that I almost lost my breath and at the same time the very special tingling within me was building up as the fire was spreading through my body, radiating from my lacerated buttocks.

I waited a long time before striking again. Before I started I had decided to count to hundred before I laid on the next stroke and I followed that routine through the whole session. All the time I was trying to strike harder and I was rewarded with bigger bleeding wounds plus the excruciating fire which was becoming more and more intense, growing in strength all the time. The fire made me hot! I started to moan while I kept on whipping myself and I was sweating profusely. The pain and the burning sensation plus my exhausted state made me dizzy so I had to make a pause after 25 strokes. Yes, I must admit, I even brought myself to climax during this pause ;-) I also took a photo of the blood-stained sheet plus the switches.
















Blood splattered on the white sheet and although most wounds closed just after the stroke, there were some that kept on bleeding for a longer time and small trails of blood were trickling down my thighs. It felt like this pain and vicious fire which was running through every nerve in my body would never end. I was totally obsessed with the pain and I felt the wellknown sensation as the endorphin level was starting to rise.

When I finally had administred the 48th stroke, my poor buttocks were like two big swollen globes burning with pain. Bright red and full of small swollen pimples where the wounds had closed. I must have had hundreds of bleeding wounds on my buttocks and I was so sore that even the slightest touch of my lacerated bottom proved very painful.

Not only was I excited about having carried out the punishment that you, my dear readers, had decided I should do by your votes. No, what added so much to my excitement was the ever growing fire in my buttocks which kept on alternating all the time. I simply had to masturbate and I kept on coming again and again.

Master called from abroad late last night and I was proud to tell him about what I had done. He was very happy about it and told me I had been a good girl. The fantastic thing is that the fire is still there today, although it has decreased somewhat. Not to mention that my buttocks are very sore, swollen and full of marks. I am gradually getting back to reality although it will take a while before I can sit properly again. And I am so grateful to that unknown man who recommended Tiger Balm. This surely added a totally new dimension to my self-punishment session.

Please tell me how to hurt myself… need it so badly

I would like to ask you one thing. Would you like to give me instructions on how to punish myself, how to hurt myself? I have spoken with my Master a lot about this and we both agree that it would be a very exciting thing for me to obey orders from somebody unknown out there in cyberspace, carrying out the self-punishment to the letter. So please post a comment and tell me what to do. My limits are simply: no kidsex, no animalsex, no scat.

I took some photos while I was out walking the dog (my love Ville) today. One must say that Mother Nature is a clever girl. Yes, even Bobby Darin said so (in his 1961 hit ‘Multiplication’). I have become an addict of 50s/60s music after meeting my Master, who is a vinyl record collector. Not only has he taught me a lot of the finer points of submission, he has also introduced me to a world of great music that I hardly even knew existed before.

As for the photos and Mother Nature: she has it all lined up so neatly. She really has put every effort into serving us masogirls and our Masters. Just get outside – and you have it all. How about a good birching? Remove the leaves and you have a great weapon in your hand.

Yesss… it stings so good and simply set me on fire. Master usually sends me out to pick my own birch rods which he will later use on my bare bottom. This is one of the most exciting things I can think of right now.

Birch rods are also great for self-discipline. I also use many other type of switches. The general rule is that they shall be so flexible that you can fold them double and then they will go back to their normal state when you release them. If they break, they are not suitable for our purposes… A couple of great examples (remember to remove the leaves before use):

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Yes, I do use switches and birches quite a lot when I punish myself. But I sometimes want to go so far that I draw blood and that it is really very hard to do when whipping yourself with switches. Although I try and try to do my best, I hardly ever succeed. Fortunately, there is a great solution to this dilemma – thorns!

One single stroke of this and blood starts pouring out in several spots. When I whip myself with a thorn branch I simply cannot stop… I keep on lashing myself until blood is trickling down my thighs.

Ain’t I a crazy girl… ;-)