Tina And The Riding Crop: Igniting Desire in the Shadows

 In the quiet depths of night, when the world succumbs to sleep, my fantasies of pain, submission, and sensory overload come to life. They spark endlessly along the circuitry of my mind, igniting a raging fire that batteries of box spring coils and bedsheets can never hope to quench.

As I lay alone in my bed, the darkness serves as a canvas for a vivid performance, starring me in roles both degrading and liberating. My imagination whisks me to scenes of torrid masochistic delights, where whips, paddles, and spiked cuffs yearn to leave their marks, each stroke a symphony of pleasure swelling in my core.

In these nocturnal reveries, I find solace in the steady rhythm of a riding crop against my flesh. It dances across my skin like a conductor leading an orchestra of arousal. The sharp thwacks synchronize with the crescendo of my desire, driving me ever closer to the precipice of climax.

This union of self-flagellation and sexual release gives form to the chaos of my masochistic fantasies. Each strike of the crop, both real and imagined, is a reminder of the power that emanates deep within me. It's an erotic friction between my body and soul, shaping a portrait of submission as an artistic masterpiece of desire.

Fueled by an insatiable lust for pain, I wrest control from the bonds of normality. In this twisted realm, I shatter the rules of societal decency, embracing the freedom to explore the darkest recesses of my id. As the crop sings its wicked tune, I am not bound by the expectations of others. I am fully and unapologetically me, a Masochist Princess.

And so, in the dim recesses of my bedroom, adorned in a cloak of darkness, I engage in a somber ritual of self-harmonization with an elegantly designed crop. It serves as both an instrument of transcendent release and a conduit for my masochistic fantasies to manifest in the most intimate form of self-exploration.

These late-night trysts with pain serve not only to satiate my carnal cravings but to liberate me from the chains of convention, allowing me to embrace the raw, uncut beauty of my desires, unrefined and unapologetic.

As I ride the waves of pleasure, the crop cradles me in its embrace, a tempestuous force birthing serenity within the maelstrom of my libido. It is a love affair with the line between pain and pleasure, where I am both the object of punishment and the orchestrator of my own ecstasy.

I spread my legs wide, the anticipation of what's to come humming through my veins like an electric pulse. The riding crop rests in my hand, the smooth, glossy handle cool to the touch. My sensitive pink folds are exposed, glistening, ready to receive the tantalizing blows.

I begin, teasing at first; a gentle flick against the outer lips, eliciting a moan. The crop dances closer to my clit, brushing over it, and I can feel a shudder racing through me. And then, the first firm strike lands. A searing pain blooms, making me gasp, while a surge of euphoria spreads out from my twitching pussy.

I gather my resolve and let the crop fall again, harder this time, the sensation intensifying, a fusion of agony and delight coursing through my body. Each gash of the crop sends shockwaves through my core, the pain echoing through every nerve ending.

My movements become more erratic as I swing the crop, the sting of pain sharpening the lust stirring inside. My clit, now a tender target, is met with the relentless strikes, each one pushing me further along the precipice of climax.

The pain becomes a symphony, pulsing in harmony with the hammering rhythm of my heart. I can't help but cry out, my voice muffled by the gag in my mouth. I buck my hips, desperate for release, and the crop connects with my pussy with increasing force.

The room fills with the rhythmic swish and smack of the crop, a cacophony of carnal indulgence. The threshold of agony and ecstasy blurs, leaving me breathless and writhing, swept up in an ocean of passion.

And in the height of this whirlwind, the unrestrained bliss crashes over me, a tsunami of pleasure and pain crashing together, culminating in a paroxysm of euphoria that leaves me trembling, drunk on the union of masochism and orgasmic bliss. The riding crop now a symbol of the intensity it has orchestrated, rests against my thigh, as I bask in the afterglow.

 

Want to chat with this horny slut?

I just remembered that I do have a chat room on this blog ;-) So if you want to talk to me you're very welcome to do so. I'll keep it open for a while and try to remember to open it every time I check in. There is a link 'Enter my chatroom' in the right menu below the banners and after the Java applet has loaded you can just enter any name and profile you want. Then go right ahead and talk to me - I'm not really shy ;-) But please respect my limits: no kidsex, animal sex or scat. And if mutilation and amputation turns you on we're not speaking the same language... But apart from that: be cruel and be creative ;-)

Today I have been using the riding crop quite a lot on my thighs and buttocks. What a joy it is to smack myself harder and harder and raise swollen welts in my flesh. It seems like the more welts and marks I get the harder I need to smack myself when I start all over again ;-) Yes, real life is not too bad, either - but of course it can never beat being punished by my Master. I am longing for the day he gets back home.

Take care and enjoy your fantasies. Everything starts with a dream...

Today I shall be branded - tina is longing!

Hello and forgive me for being so silent for a while. Let's just say that I apologize and have no good explanations for my abscence - it's just that with each day you don't write anything it becames harder and harder. However, my writing is fuelled by lust - and this is rapidly increasing. In less than two hours I shall be branded and I am so excited about it that I can hardly control myself. It will happen at 15.00 (3PM) Swedish time/Central European Time.

Those of you who have been following my blog have no doubt read about my experiences with self-punishments and some devices I have made. You may recall the very special paddle which makes a somewhat unusual use of a coke cap and believe me, it hurts and give vivid marks. Also, the very special bra I made is very painful to use.

Do you have some ideas for other implements that I can use to punish myself? Please mail me your ideas at tinaslut@hotmail.com, preferably with a pic. All contributors will be rewarded with a copy of my book The Love of the Lash. And, yes, book number two is coming up. I have been too undisciplined about my writing lately (the last year or so...) but now I intend to make a change. By the way, if you are on Facebook you are welcome to add me to your friend's list - just go to my profile.

In one hour and a half I shall be branded... mmmmmmmm how wonderful... The brand will be applied to my left breast. Maybe this was what was needed to get me back again... love and deep eager kisses, tina xxxxx

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 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

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

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.

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 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…

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.

Finally time for me to suffer by my own hand...

Thank you so much all for voting in my self-punishment poll. The alternative that received the most votes is that I shall whip myself with thorned switches. As there were 48 votes for this alternative, I shall give myself 48 strokes and I will lay them on as hard as I possibly can. The self-punishment will be carried out later today and I will report about the results as soon as I possibly can. I am really excited about doing this...

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… ;-)