Back and proud and with fresh whipmarks on my bottom... mmmmmm

Hello my wonderful friends and my apologies for neglecting this blog for so long :-) Seems like you need to make blogging into a daily routine if it is to be done at all. But now I'm back and I'm proud. I' m hot and I feel sinful like never before ;-) I have realized that Second Life perhaps isn't my cup of tea after all. Sure it is exciting but I have realized how time consuming it really is, especially if you don't have a very fast computer. Besides, there's nothing wrong with the First Life, better known as IRL..

The other day when I went out to lunch I suddenly got the immediate urge for pain! You know, like when you're desperate for a cigarette or some sweets and must have it right away. So instead of having a meal I jumped into my car and drove as fast as I could out of town and before I knew it I was walking on a path into the woods. I knew I had to be back at work in around 45 minutes and I also knew I had to experience pain before I did. So I cut myself a bunch of whippy long switches and went deeper into the woods where I hid behind a big rock. The risk that somebody would see me was minimal but anyway I don't think I would have cared. I took of my jeans and panties and bent forward, sticking my bottom out and started whipping myself with the switches as hard a I could. Oh, what a glorious feeling! I lashed away like obsessed, striking with three switches at the same time. In my minds eye I could see the switches biting through my skin, deep into my quivering buttocks. After arount twenty lashes I realized it would be more effective using just one of the switches and I started whipping myself savagely with the longest one, striking as hard as I could and the strokes fell faster and faster while I stuck my bottom out to meet each stinging lash. Tears were flowing down my face and I was catapulted into subslut heaven.

I reached my goal of a hundred lashes on my bare bottom and when I caressed my sore welted buttocks I could see blood on my fingers. I simply could not wait to get in front of a mirror to see what I had accompished. And, naturally, sitting down was out of the question for the rest of the day. It really was an ordeal to drive my car back to work and I put some paper tissues in my panties to absorb the red driplets. God was this wonderful!

Back at work a colleague asked me where I had been as she didn't see me at lunch. 'No, I just took a walk in the woods instead' I answered with a smile.

Take care and have a great weekend whatever you do. love and kisses from 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.

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 stinging nettle punishment, part 2

Yes, I did it last night… and believe me, it was one of my most wonderful experiences sofar!

I was a bit nervous as I was picking stinging nettles. The Dom who ordered me to do this had warned me that an “overdose” might cause allergic reactions and advised me to be careful. My first experience with the nettles had been a very arousing one but this time the punishment would be much more severe and prolonged.

Still I had no choice but obeying. Last night I arranged the boquets of stinging nettles neatly beside me, standing with my hands behind my head, eyes closed, visualizing what was to happen to me. After a long while of suspense, I put the first boquet of nettles on the hard wooden chair and sat down on them, rubbing my buttocks against them.

It took longer time than yesterday for the nettles to really start burning. But when they did, it felt like thousands of red hot nails were driven right into my flesh, with the fire and pain spreading from each one. The pain almost made me delirious and it took all the self-determination I could muster to stay seated. But I did, and as my entire body was on fire, suddenly I felt myself drifting into what you might call subspace, the pain being transformed into a state of ecstacy. Eventually the effect of the nettles was diminishing and I then turned the boquet around to have a taste of the other, fresh side. My buttocks were red, burning and covered with blisters, but still I wanted more. I needed it. I craved it.

I have no idea how long I was sitting on the burning, stinging nettles but eventually I got up and once again stood for a long while with my hands behind my head, sending thoughts of gratitude to the Dom who had ordered me to do this. Then it was time for the second boquet. This time the pain shocked me so much that I lost my breath. I thought that the pain would feel less the second time but it proved to be the other way around. But still this strange excitement was building up inside me and while I was suffering from the ever consuming fire, my juices started flowing. I was allowed to play with myself but not to come at this stage.

After a second pause of contemplation, sobbing from the extreme pain and fire in my buttocks, it was time for le grand finale. I took the third boquet, a somewhat smaller one, and placed it in the crack between my buttocks, while clenching my thighs. Then I drew the nettles forward, between my thighs and over my now very wet pussy.

Strangely enough, this did not hurt as much as I had expected. It transpired that I must do it very slowly to get maximum effect. When I did, it was so painful I had to cry out and tears were flowing down my face. Still, I carried on and the effect the nettles had on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs was especially painful. I had expected it to be worse when the nettles touched my pussy but actually it felt good although it had the same burning effect there. I was now completely wild with lust and started rubbing myself with the nettles, masturbating with them and when I climaxed, my orgasms were so intense that I fell to the floor, spasmodically twitching.

As a bonus I was to give myself a birching, with fifty strokes on each buttock. I took position and swung the switch with full force. When it bit into my sore, burning buttock I gasped from pain. The effect was so much more intense from the nettle torture that I could not believe it. Still, I was determined to go through with my punishment and I did, although it took much longer time than usual. When I had administred the 100th stroke I had to lay down masturbating again and I climaxed repeatedly, with several orgasms in a row.

This was wonderful and I am very grateful to the Dom who ordered me to do this. Tomorrow is a great day, as you, my beloved Master, will be with me again. When I meet you, I will be wearing something very special. Yes, I just put this one on and it will stay on for two days, no matter what you and I do during this time. I have attached strings so it can be tightened at will.

Believe me, this slut loves to suffer for you… ;-)

Time for part two of my punishment

Believe me, I really am excited now! I have picked a bag full of stinging nettles which I have arranged into three different boquets. I received very detailed – and strict – orders from the Dom who suggested this punishment and I am definitely going to carry them out to the point.

I have also picked two birch rods which I will use after my nettle punishment. Here you have all the components of my very cosy evening at home…

I will let you know what it was like tomorrow. Now I am just going to suffer and enjoy… letting myself be absorbed by the fire of pain, the fire of lust…

Tina’s stinging nettle punishment, part 1

First of all, I wish to apologize for my silence the last days. I also want to thank you all for your kind words of support and I am happy to say that Ville is feeling better now. The medicine has obviously eased his pains and he is able to walk again, albeit slowly. But he is gaining more energy day by day and it’s so obvious that he wants to stay with me for a while longer. At times I think of the relatively short time we still have together and it often makes me cry, bur right now I am just so glad that he is feeling well.

Today I decided to carry out a punishment which I was ordered to do a long time ago. I was out this morning picking fresh stinging nettles and I decided to go for it after breakfast.

I used a pair of old shorts (actually a pair of old jeans with the legs cut off) which are very tight and filled them with nettles so that all of my buttocks would be covered, according to the orders I had been given. I fastened the nettles by adhesive tape so they would stay in place. All these preparations for what was to come surely made me very excited and I was watching the dark green nettles in awe and with anticipation.














I started by standing on the floor, totally naked, with my hands behind my head, visualizing what was going to happen. Finally I put the shorts on. I actually succeeded drawing them up my legs without the nettles burning them. In my instructions it had been specified that the nettles should be restricted to burn only my bottom.

As I had buttoned up the shorts, I could feel the stinging nettles burning into my buttocks in every spot at once. Still, the pain was not so intense as I had expected. But it would become worse. With the tight, nettle-filled shorts on, I sat down on a wooden chair, pressing my buttocks against the hard surface.

Awww, what a pain shock! It felt like thousands of needles were pressed into my poor bottom simultaneously. I gasped from the pain and it took all the self-control I could muster to remain seated. At the same time, I felt the all too well-known tingling in my pussy and I started rubbing my buttocks against the chair to increase the burning sensation. I also pressed my hands hard against my bottom higher up on my buttocks so the nettles would burn into my flesh more effectively.

I sat for more than five minutes, enjoying the fiery pain, the very erotic fire that was biting into my flesh like napalm and it kept on increasing in strength all the time. This is what was so wonderful about the sensation: instead of me becoming numb from pain after a while, the burning pain kept on alternating and increasing all the time. Yes, I was surely high on pain and becoming very aroused. According to my orders I was not allowed to come but I did not even have to touch my pussy to become extremely aroused.

Finally I got up and took off the shorts. My buttocks were covered with small white blisters that were burning like open wounds and at the same time I experienced a very special sensation, just like thousands of ants creeping within the flesh of my buttocks. The fire is still there with full power as I am writing this and I am surely longing for tomorrow, when I will carry out part two of this marvellous punishment. Every time I sit down the fire becomes almost too much and I the thousands of ants in my buttocks really starts moving… mmmmmmmmmmmm

Thank you so much to one reader of my blog for ordering me to do this. It was a wonderful experience and the burning pain has left me high with lust.

The Woman and the Whip

Very exciting minutes right now... half an hour to go to midnight and two alternatives in my self-punishment poll have the same number of votes: caning by 30 strokes daily for two weeks and wearing a bra filled with thumb tacks for two days nonstop. Wonder what it will be... mmm

While we are waiting I would like to share this wonderful pic with you, with permission from Paul Zollo. Do visit his great photo collection at www.flickr.com/photos/zollo and in case you want to contact him, his email is Zollo@bluerailroad.com Thank you so much for letting me use this picture, Paul.



















Update: it's midnight here in Sweden now and the alternative of wearing a bra filled with thumb thacks for two days have won. I will carry out the punishment starting Friday. Thank you so much all for voting. *hugs* tina

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…

Tomorrow is "D" day...

My self-punishment poll ends at midnight on Sunday. At the moment the leading alternative is wearing a bra filled with thumb tacks for two days but just one vote below is 30 hard strokes of the cane daily for two weeks. Have you voted yet?

I will start carrying out the self-punishment you have decided by your votes next week.

Self-punishment update

This week I have been staying in a friend’s cabin and I still have some days to go. It has been a most wonderful time especially for satisfying my masochistic urges. Each morning I go out barefoot in the cold dew to pick switches and birch rods which I then use on my bare bottom. The absolute minimum per session is one hundred strokes but I often keep on trashing myself a bit more as I get so horny and excited that I simply cannot stop. After each session I lay down masturbating frantically for a long time, driving myself to the most fantastic orgasms, fuelled by the burning fire in my buttocks.

I punish myself with 100 strokes several times a day and each night before I go to bed I give myself an extra hard trashing which keeps me desperately hot until I finally fall asleep after more orgasms than I can count. Last night I actually succeeded to draw blood by using a birch rod with several smaller branches. Just above my buttocks where the skin is more sensitive but believe me, it was a gorgeous feeling to see the bloody streak on my skin. All these trashings have made the skin on my rump rough and harder to break but I am working on it. Maybe it’s a good thing that I will soon be home again as my poor bottom will have to rest and I simply cannot stop whipping myself when I’m out here.

I hope you are having a wonderful time, wherever you are. If you like my blog, please subscribe to it by an RSS-feed so you don’t miss anything. Hugs and kisses from your horny slaveslut tina.

More pain for Tina

I woke up a bit later than usual this morning. As usual, after hugging and kissing my faithful friend Ville, I was getting aroused by the very existence of all the birches and switches around the cabin. It is so wonderful… any time I want to I just go out and pick a switch to use on my bare behind. I need plenty of practice so I will continue whipping myself every day. Probably it will be several times a day…

I just had to go out and break a fresh, whippy switch. Very soon I was bending over and lashing my bare buttocks with the switch as hard as I could. Like yesterday, I gave myself one hundred lashes, ten at a timed with pauses in between to enjoy the fiery pain. This time, the switch broke a couple of times but still there was enough left to carry out the punishment.

I am doing the writing in the cabin and during the day I make a trip into town to upload my blog posts, check email etc. By the way, if you would like to email me, I would be very glad to hear from you. Please tell me how you think a naughty slut like myself should suffer. I am always eager to learn about new ways of self-punishment and I love torturing myself according to instructions from unknown men or women. The more it hurts, the more horny I get and I keep on masturbating for hours every day.

While I am writing I now and then dig my sharp nails into my nipples and the harder I pinch myself, the more stiff and hard they get. I am totally obsessed by this wonderful, burning pain. I also dig my nails very hard into my clit, pinching, pulling and rolling it between my nails and this gorgeous pain gives me such wonderful orgasms… mmmmmmmmmmm

I simply must have another hundred lashes so I will now go out and pick a fresh switch and lay it on my swollen buttocks as hard as I can. It is so wonderful being by myself and feeling safe because Ville is outside guarding the cabin and he will alert me by barking if anybody should come near the house. So I can safely keep on trashing myself as much as I want. My goal is to make myself bleed and I will eventually succeed. But it is surely going to take a lot of hard work.

God, am I horny now… mmmmmmmmm

PS: Just completed the whipping and I am getting better and better at it… I now have many vivid marks of the switch on my glowing buttocks… actually, some of the stripes and marks are so bright red that I thought for a while I was actually bleeding. But I have plenty of time to achieve that and there is an unlimited access to fresh, whippy switches… ;-) Now I must lay down and masturbate for a while before going into town to upload this post… see you soon and please mail me at tinaslut@hotmail.com if you wish…

A beautiful day and a sore behind…

The last week has been great here in Sweden. Lots of sun and high temperatures every day. Not only does this give me a beautiful tan, it also makes me really hot. Yes, well, horny… *blushes* I get aroused by the hot weather and can’t help but thinking naughty thoughts.

I have plenty of time for myself at the moment and I have borrowed a cabin from a friend. One great thing about this cabin is that there are no neighbours within a radius of several miles. So I can do pretty much what I want… walk around naked if I want to (and I do!)… practise self-punishments, write, masturbate *blushes again*… in short, life is wonderful.

I woke up early in the morning today and I just had to go out to greet a new, beautiful day, to experience how nature is coming alive to meet the new day. You could say that I am a very sensitive woman and I love experiencing sensations, using all my senses. I love walking barefoot and this is just what I did this morning. Through the woods, over dew-covered fields, on gravel roads. I simply love feeling sharp tiny stones of various sizes and shapes under the soles of my feet. On a field I found a multitude of long, slender switches… perfect for what I had in mind right now.

I picked one and removed the leaves. A long, slender, very flexible switch. The length is important to get a good whiplash effect and maximum impact when it bites into my flesh. When my Master whips me with switches and rods he often strikes so hard that I scream out loud from pain and the switches bites through my skin, leaving bloody streaks. I have very seldom succeeded to do this by myself as I simply cannot strike hard enough when whipping myself. However, I was determined to try.

It was so wonderful going into one of the rooms which I seldom used, closing the door behind me. My faithful dog Ville was outside keeping watch as usual. I stood naked in the centre of the room and the cold hardwood floor felt so good against the soles of my bare feet. For a long time I was visualizing the switches biting deep into my flesh and cutting my skin, then I took aim and went to work.

Already from the start I tried to strike as hard as I could and when the switch bit into my already swollen and sure buttocks for the first time, I gasped from the pain shock. I was really very sore after having smacked myself with the heavy paddle the day before. I kept on whipping myself and after ten strokes I made a pause to let the pain sink in, breathing heavily, my heart pounding from the excitement and suspense. All the time the fire kept on spreading through my body from my welted buttocks and eventually I started slashing myself again.

I kept on laying on ten strokes in a row, all the time desperately trying to strike harder and harder and I was sobbing from pain and disappointment that I could not strike hard enough to make the switch bite through my skin and make me bleed. But I surely laid it on as hard as I could.

When I had given myself ten sets of ten strokes each I was delirious with pain and in a state of frenzy and lust. I quickly went into the bedroom and when I saw my whipped behind in the mirror I was glad to see what vivid marks and stripes I had created. However, so far there were no bleeding wounds. I picked up the heavy wooden paddle and bent forward, then started to whack away at my tortured bottom like mad, masturbating all the time. Finally I fell to the floor, my body shaking with one violent orgasm after another.

I will go into town to upload this today and I will definitely keep on punishing myself. Not only that: I am determined to whip myself so hard that I bleed before the day is over. Without using thorns this time… Also, I will spend lots of time sunbathing and swimming in the river nearby. The hot weather and the sun make me extremely hot and I now feel a desperate need to suffer and to put vivid marks on my slut body…

A great tool for self-punishment

I have found a truly great tool for self-punishment! It’s a hard wooden paddle, length 47 cm. The paddle is heavy and very well balanced and it lies perfectly in my hand. Since I found it yesterday I have been using it very actively on my bare bottom and the burning pain it produces with every smack is something absolutely wonderful. The fire spreads from my bottom, orgasm to my sex and I’m not ashamed to confess that I am horny as a bitch in heat after a session with the paddle. Last night I was smacking my rump as hard as I could while masturbating and the ever consuming fire drew me to one marvellous orgasm after another.

This wonderful tool enables me to strike hard at exactly the spot I want to which can be hard when using whips, rods and switches. When I spank myself with the paddle I am overwhelmed by a strange fever, an obsession with continuing, to smack myself as hard as I possibly can to make the burning pain keep growing. Even if I smack myself very hard, the sound is muffled and discreet so the paddle is perfect when I am by myself for a short while and simply must have a good spanking right on the spot. Right now I have given myself a really hard trashing, smacking myself for a very long time and my poor globes are two glowing red balls of pure pain. I am sitting with my tortured swollen bottom on a wooden chair and the cold, hard surface feels so soothing and nice against my red hot rump.

When the fire eventually fades away, a deep, numb pain remains and the slightest touch is a very painful experience. At the slightest movement I am reminded of my thoroughly spanked bottom. I expect to be really black and blue the next days but it’s so good… mmmmmmm

I have been thinking about how to optimize the effect of this wonderful tool of correction. Maybe I should drill some holes through the paddle or carve some marks into the wood so that they are reproduced on my buttocks after each whack. Another possibility would be gluing some metal object to the paddle, with a structure sticking out. Then the metal would be embedded deep into my flesh as I whack myself and leave perfect impressions, just like a stamp. This would be the closest I could get to being branded with a red hot branding iron, something which I have yet to experience. But I am certainly dreaming about it and I am yearning for the day it shall become reality…

My wonderful cane, oh how good it hurts ;-)

Earlier today I decided to use the heavier cane on myself. It’s in excess of one metre long and heavy, sturdy and massive. Each stroke leaves immediate after the impact two parallel bright red lines that soon form a pretty welt. Also, this special cane gives a very dull pain that lasts for a long time and the welts are very sore several days ater the caning, hurting at the slightest touch. Just after the caning, they burn deliciously and makes the fire spread within my body.

This cane also leaves lumps around the welts on places where I have struck especially hard. In all, this is a perfect instrument of correction if you want a lasting pain that will not fade away soon. In a few days, my welts will be beautifully black and blue.

I have whacked away at my bottom with full force and thighs and caused some really nice stripes. It hurts especially much where I have accidentally struck a previous welt or lump caused by the riding crop a couple of days earlier. Fifty hard strokes, as hard as I could possibly lay them on. I even got a couple of strokes across my left hand by mistake but that just adds to my excitement.

Naturally, it will never be the same as being caned by my Master but I still think I have done a quite good job. After the 50th stroke I was simply delirious with lust, horny as hell, and I have been masturbating for more than an hour, bringing myself to the most fantastic orgasms. When I masturbate I generally use my nails and pinch myself to maximize the climax. My poor clitoris is pretty sore right now ;-)

I need a good cropping NOW!

Now is the right time for a good cropping! I need to feel the bite of stinging riding crop right away and as I am alone at home right now with nobody to disturb me, I am going to select a crop from my secret toolbox and give myself fifty hard strokes. The biggest problem when using the crop on myself is simply striking hard enough and in no way is it the same experience as when my Master whips me. It is often tempting to deliver all the strokes at a furious pace to get it over and done quickly but He would never do it that way. No, he delivers each cut swiftly and very hard, then he pauses between each stroke, letting the pain sink in and the fire spread through my body. Oh, how I love bending over for Him, anticipating each vicious stroke. He certainly knows how to set my body on fire and after each cropping, my poor bottom is criss-crossed with hard, swollen welts. And it makes me so gooddamn horny! *blushes*

I know I could never use the riding crop on myself as efficiently as He does when he whips me. But as my Master is far away right now, this is the second best thing.

Fifty hard strokes are what’s awaiting me. I will bend over before the bed, standing naked and strike as hard as I possibly can. I will try to make as long pauses as possible before the next stroke. When the 50th stroke has been delivered I know I will be hot and eager and I will bring myself to the most wonderful orgasms.

This is the crop I have selected. It stings soo good :-)