Sinful tina is lusty and longing...

Has it really been that long? My latest post is from January 11 this year and despite my abscence I see that each week about the same number of visitors comes here. As I can't see who you are it makes me wonder if it is my loyal friends coming back again and again in the hope of see some sign of life from me or if it is new visitors who have found something of interest in my blog. Generally, each visitor seems to spend several minutes here so I must have done something right :-)

My friends, I feel guilty for letting you down all the time. There really are no excuses. If you visit my blog and expect to find new content the least I can do is updating it now and then. After all it is a labour of love and believe me, I do get very aroused many times from writing my blog posts. To easen my guilt a bit I started using the riding crop on myself a few days back and the thought of my faithful visitors made the strokes very vicious and hard ones. My thighs and bottom are covered with welts and I am black and blue... and horny! Seems like each spring the desire to be whipped and punished takes over me and I have continued to add to all the welts and marks on my body by using the riding crop on myself each morning. I always start slowly first and make long intervals between each stroke, then increase the tempo and finally I am whipping myself like in a frenzy, like I want to whip the Devil out of myself! But whoever it is who has taken control of my sinful self he is there to stay.

If there is any comfort to you I give myself several hundreds of strokes with the riding crop each and every day now and it does hurt. It hurts terribly! I whip myself and build up a tremendous heat within me, until I simply must let go and flow with the eruption. I masturbate like crazy and come again and again. When I come to my senses I put the riding crop away for later use and then I can start a new wonderful day, striped and welted as I should be.

Lately I have been doing roleplays with people I have met in various chat forums. I get very aroused by being a victim of extreme tortures and punishments but my limits are very clear: no kidsex, animal sex or scat. Neither do I understand the point of amputations and mutilation - it's a complete turn-off to me. But some scenes can be so exciting that I feel like I am becoming a part of it in real life and hardly know who or where I am afterwards.

One scene which has been occupying my mind very often lately is that I am a prostitute who has seduced a wealthy man and his wife is furious and wants revenge. Through her connections she has had me imprisoned and sentenced to public floggings. She oversees each flogging and the muscular man who whips me really does a great job. Now and then the cruel woman urges him to whip me harder and he often doesn't stop until I hang limp in my shackles, my body covered with welts and bloody scars. The most exciting thing is the woman's vicious smile as she watches my flogging and it will be repeated again and again as I am flogged each fortnight. Thousands of hard lashes will leave permanent marks on my body. After the flogging I am so weak I can't stand up and I am taken to the prison hospital. When I am back in my cell I can be used freely by anyone who wants me and the cruel woman often visits me at night to torture and humiliate me even further. I am continously raped and the rough sex drives me to countless orgasms each day. I am turning into a painslut who desperately needs to be tortured, raped and humiliated each day. Often there is a long line of men and women standing outside my cell waiting for their turn. When I have finally received all the lashes I shall be branded publically with a red hot iron so that I will wear the woman's personal mark for the rest of my life.

This sort of fantasies fires me extremely and it gives me a lot of inspiration for writing stories. If only I had the motivation, the self-discipline to get further and complete the job. But instead I allow myself to fall under the influence of procrastination and so the wheel starts spinning all the slower until it finally stops. That's the reason why I may be away so long at times.

Anybody out there who have some good advice how to overcome the procrastination once and for all? Because this is what I really want. When I write, fantasize, interact with others and when I am punished IRL or do it myself, then I am indeed a hot lusty girl. I would really want it that way all the time. But how? Life isn't always easy.

Another thing that turns me on is pictures of women being punished and used. Like the one below, for instance. This single drawing can build up a scenario in my mind for an entire book. So why is it that I haven't already completed my second book as there are just a few chapters left to write? It feels like now is the time to do it. The working title is 'The Devil's Daughter'. Would you like to buy a copy?

Deep passionate hungry kisses from tina xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Please whip me real hard!!!

God, I feel so hot now! Yes, I'm horny and wet and I just can't stop visualizing. Please note that I don't say fantasizing but visualizing. That's a big difference! Many of us have fantasies but when it's just about mental pictures without really feeling it, experiencing it, desiring it... then it'll stop at just that. A fantasy, just like watching a film or reading a book and then it's back to reality. But what starts as a dream or a fantasy and is fuelled by an ever increasing desire and lust will become reality in the long run! You don't believe me? Well, try it for yourself. There are many books about affirmations around and basically they all tell the same thing: visualize something, desire it - and it will become reality. That goes for masochistic sex dreams as well as more tangible assets like money or whatever you may want.

I have realized that all the time. It's just that for a time I lost my focus. But now everything feels great and I feel the lust and desire building up within me more and more every second... mmm I will have to experience real life pain now before I go insane. And I will experience it!

Somebody might have wondered what happened to the story 'Tina in Saudi Arabia'. Well, I will continue writing on it now. Blame it on procrastination - something which I have just abolished from my mind. Do the story mean that I really want to experience it all in detail as described? Have I booked a ticket for Riyadh and packed down my hooker outfit? Well, the truth is that so many of my fantasies have already become reality and they have all taken me to heights I could never have imagined. Yes, I enjoy pain and humiliation and it fuels my lust as nothing else. As long as it's a lustful experience and does no serious harm it's positive, I think. What do you think? And what are you visaulizing right now? Do you want your dream to come true? As for Saudi Arabia we'll see what happens...

Tina in Saudi Arabia, part 3

I was about to receive my first fifty lashes in two weeks. Naturally I was very frightened about this but still I felt a strange kind of anticipation. When my tormentor was whipping me with his heavy belt I was climaxing continuously and yearning for more although I realized I had had far too much already…. but being whipped with a sharp bamboo cane, until hanging bloody and limb in my shackles in front of thousands of spectators…. that was something else. At the same time, however, I could see what happened to my body as I was beaten. I experienced a frenzy and an ecstasy which was beyond comprehension. The more the belt cracked against my bare flesh, the more lust I felt. I was obsessed by the stinging leather. My entire body was boiling from endorphins and I was horny beyond description… I felt like I could do anything and just wanted to be brutally ravaged and whipped even harder. Would I experience the same ecstasy when I was flogged in public… and if I did, would it show how excited I really was? I was looking forward to what was to come with a mixture of horror and anticipation.

A fantasy which has been within my mind for as long as I can remember is that of a cruel, brutal caveman knocking me senseless with his heavy club and dragging me by the hair to his cave. I might have seen it in some comics magazine. Wasn’t that exactly was had happened to me in reality? Even if the man did not drag me by the hair after knocking me out, he had in effect clubbed me – and so hard that I had been out for more than twelve hours. Every time the man who had swung his club came into my cell to use me, I was staring like bewitched on the long shiny wooden blackjack (or the club) that was hanging from his belt. He always put the blackjack aside on my bunk before he started working me over. To start with I had been feeling scared but I was now longing for him to visit me in my cell and naturally, he could not help but noticing the way I reacted. We could not talk to one another verbally but the way my body reacted told me everything he needed to know. Now and then he let other men come into my cell to use me, quite often, really. I could not help but thinking how it had all started… in effect, I was doing the same thing now as when I was whoring around Riyadh, the main difference being that I was being paid very well at the time and now I was locked up in a cell and being ravaged in the most brutal ways imagineable. However, my lust and excitement was as big as ever and the pain…. oh, the lovely pain… to be raped, whipped and beaten turned me on more than I could ever have imagined. To me, this was a prison of lust and I spent most of my time masturbating when I was not being raped… frigging myself into countless orgasms… my moanings, screams and cries of lust was heard from my cell all days long and I am sure that many men around could just not resist the temptation to go in and work me over because of the lustful sounds coming from my cell all the time. Obviously I was being used by wardens and convicts alike.

On the night before my first public whipping I was blindfolded and chained, then taken out to a waiting car. I was naked apart from my chains and cuffs. After a trip of around half an hour I was led into a house and I could feel the cold stone of marble floor and stairs under my bare feet. The blindfold was on all the time and I could see nothing but I could understand from the sounds echoing through the walls that I was in a very big room, probably a palace or something similar. Strong hands gripped me and forced me over a padded bench and I felt cool leather against my bare skin. My wrists and ankles were chained to the bench and another heavy iron cuff was fastened around my neck.. I have no idea of how many men were around me but all of a sudden they were all over me… hard pricks penetrating all my orifices and I felt totally filled up, being brutally ravaged from all directions… the men were taking turns in pinching and biting my flesh and fucking me…. as soon as one man had come in me, there was immediately another hard erect pole there to take his place… I was losing all awareness of time and room… all I was aware of was the hard dicks pumping in and out of me… filling me with warm wonderful semen… I swallowed all I could but still a lot of come was flowing down my face… I was licking, sucking, slurping and really feasting on all this lovely warm, salt come….. I couldn’t get enough…. strong fingers were pinching my flesh, my nipples, my clit and my pubic lips… I felt teeth and nails penetrating my skin, lips sucking in my flesh until it hurt… in my lust-crazed mind I thought that my body would be full of sucking marks tomorrow as I would be flogged in public…. there on my body for everybody to see… I felt ashamed… teeth biting so hard into my nipples and breasts that I felt tears flowing down my face…. I could not scream out loud as my mouth was filled by an enormous swelling cock and I was longing for itto explode, spurting its costly load down my throat…

I was raped for hours and then taken back to the prison. Well back in my cell, I immediately fell asleep, totally exhausted and with come dripping out of all my orifices.

In a matter of hours I would be taken out to the city square for being publically flogged.