Review by Anarie Brady: Embracing the darkness

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Tinaslut volunteers for the Slugfest competition and gets knocked out again and again...

Have you ever heard about anything as crazy as Slugfest? It's a competition where vicious women knock each other out. The knockouts are then rated by a jury and the points are determined from different angles, like how long the knocked-out woman is unconscious. When I learnt that sparring partners were wanted for this competition, I volunteered. Little did I know what it would mean in practice...

Even at only 50% force, the blows of the truncheons surely knocked us out cold for some time...

Two girls with a terrible headache, moaning with pain as they are coming to. And these were just the first two contestants...

Do visit D3D-Peril-Art and tell him if you appreciate this idea. While you're at it, why not ask him to do some commissions for you? He will be happy to make your dark fantasies come alive by his artwork...

Tinaslut clubbed hard and captured

I suppose the man who sneaked up behind me still was in pain after I kicked him in the groin so he surely had a lot to take out on me. Maybe that's why he hit me so hard in the first place. He swung his club with full force, my world exploded in a cascade of stars and then there was nothing but darkness.

Stripped and helpless I was securely tied to a wooden pole and carried unconscious through the jungle. The man who clubbed me had made sure I would not come to in a very long time. When this finally happened, I would be in their hands, securely at the village and unable to escape. My extreme headache would be the least of my perils. These guys meant business...

Please leave a comment. What would you like to happen to me next? If you would like to see your own fantasy come to life, I will be happy to put you in touch with the artist who made this mini series. Please mail me at tinaslut (at) hotmail.com.

Savage Ordeal - tinaslut captured in the jungle, by D3D Perilart, part 3

By now I started to realize what were on their mind...

Time to make a run for it...

Without GPS or a map, darkness was falling and on top of that, a thick mist was spreading over the jungle. As for darkness, I would soon be experiencing it in the most true sense of the word...

If you like this artwork, D3D Perilart will be happy to make your fantasies materialize for a very modest fee. Please mail me at tinaslut (at) hotmail.com if you would like to have your own artwork created according to your specifikations and I will put you in touch with D3D.

Savage Ordeal - tinaslut captured in the jungle, by D3D Perilart, part 2

No comments sofar... still, I think D3D:s artwork is really good so I think I'll share a few more pics of this mini series with you. I must also add that I am a very good driver IRL so please spare me your nasty comments of "women behind the wheel" :)

What's a girl to do when she comes to in the middle of the jungle, with a broken-down jeep? All alone... or was I really?

Maybe I would rather have been alone? These two gentlemen who surfaced from nowhere weren't smiling.

I am sure you get a pretty good idea what this may lead to. What do you think about the artwork? Do you like it? Please leave a comment.

Savage Ordeal - tinaslut captured in the jungle, by D3D Perilart

Have you ever checked out www.deviantart.com ? Here you can find a lot of interesting artwork. Yes, now you can even find me there. The artist, D3D Perilart, has surely made a wonderful job and he has even succeeded well in capturing much of my IRL features. But unfortunately, I am not as athletic and muscular IRL... will have to spend lots of more time in the gym for that ;)

Do check out his gallery at http://d3d-perilart.deviantart.com and tell him tinaslut sent you. By the way, I am sorry that it has taken such a long time to update my blog but thanks to all who have still visited now and then. Would you like to see more pics from this story?

I have been a bad bad girl...

Yes, I know... I have been a very bad girl. Shame on me for neglecting you, my faithful blog friends for so long. Why haven’t I done something about my procrastination even though I have seen that you check into my blog now and then to see if there are any news? I can well imagine your frustration about my negligence and the more impressed I am by the fact that you haven’t forgotten me. You keep coming here although there has been nothing new for ages. I can see by the statistics that the vistor’s number is about the same each week. This is impressive and I am very grateful to you for keeping up with me.

I have been a very bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely.

I wish you could all punish me the way you would like to. As I visualize myself on all fours, my posterior beckoning for the kiss of the whip, the cane and the riding crop, longing for the savage strokes to bite into my flesh, sending waves of agony through every nerve in my body… a wonderful pain that catapults me into painspace heaven… as I beg for you to whip me harder, my entire being is focused on the energy of pain which drives me over the top… makes me desperate with lust. It may be a punishment but it is also something I can’t live without. Pain arouses me. It makes me soo ho—y *blushing* Yes, this is very addictive and I can assure you that I don’t want to be cured. On the contrary, I only want to continue exploring this wonderful world and go even further. Luckily, Master is now back but I must stress that it’s not Him who has ordered me to start blogging. No, this sort of came to me very suddenly and I realized I have been misusing your loyalty. Yes, my dear friends, I feel a great sense of guilt for neglecting you. I can only promise to do better in the future. Obviously quite a few of you have enjoyed my blog posts(at least some of them) and if I should ever drift back into procrastination, please don’t hesitate to remind me and put me on the right track again.

How do you think I should be punished? How would YOU like to punish me? Please write a comment and tell me – and other blog visitors. It will definitely fuel my fantasy and make me… you know… *blushing again* and I am sure that other readers would enjoy reading about your thoughts on this. So please leave your comments and rest assured I am back again. And don’t forget to check out Breanne Erickson’s latest book – review coming up soon.

Love and kisses from tina in Stockholm.

The whipping of Inmate 347 - beautiful blonde suffering under the lash

Just look into her eyes. Can you imagine her feelings at the moment? Is her mind filled with sheer terror and fear or is she maybe excited about what is going to happen to her? Is she yearning for the kiss of the lash upon her nude body? Either way, this beautiful blonde inmate is now in for a severe whipping. She is regularly whipped and punished and there simply doesn't seem to be an end to her suffering. This is Inmate 347, doing time at a Very Special Prison for women.

She is in the hands of one of the most cruel female wardens you can imagine. The warden will always see to it that her women are punished with the utmost cruelty and she wants vivid marks on their bodies. Just look at her stern face and you will realize that she is indeed a Very Strict Woman. A woman who is enjoying hereself immensely.

The warden oversees the whipping of this blonde beauty and all the time she urges the whipper to lay on the strokes harder. Her screams and the sharp cracks of the whip echoes between the stone walls for what seems like an eternity.

No. 347 can look forward to countless further whippings and you know, I suspect she is really enjoying it. I would definitely love to take her place... mmmmm

Do you want to see the entire video where Inmate 347 is getting whipped? You're going to love this one! Go to Whipped Women - and don't forget to tell 'em that tinaslut sent ya ;-)

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...

The risk of sub drop after a bdsm session

Just read a great blog post about 'sub drop' and this is something which is important to remember when you're playing. I feel that the more intense the play and the 'high' has been, the greater is the risk of a negative experience afterwards. That's the time when it is so important to be together, just Master and slave, devoting time to each other. Right now I am fortunate in that I am having Master with me for a while and after a session we always take much time cuddling, kissing and just relaxing together. Sex may have been a part of the session when it were at its height but when coming back to earth it's so wonderful just feeling the nearness of each other.

Master has never left me just after a session and I know He never will. Therefore I have never experienced the bad feelings of sub drop, either. But I can imagine it can be quite a negative experience and the aftercare is most important. Last week was one of daily canings and long periods of landing together afterwards.

How about 'dom drop'? Is there such a thing? Does it work in the same way? What do you say as a Dom? Have you ever felt bad after leaving your sub too early after a session? It would be interesting if you could comment on your experiences as this is an unknown world to me.

As for the blog post it came from the great Diary of a Kinky Librarian by Nadia West. Do visit her blog and say hello from me.

The caning of tinaslut - or How to overcome Writer's Block

A good caning is actually a very good remedy for writer's block. Just ask me! As you have seen I have neglected my blog for an unacceptably long time and that is not fair to those of you who are following my blog. But now that Master is home for a while things are getting different. Procrastination and inertia are dangerous enemies when it comes to getting things done and I know I have a tendency to fall back and become inactive at times. Yes, despite all the self punishments I have practised it seems I have a lack of self discipline at times.

That's where the cane can work wonders...

When you start on some project, like blogging, you are often very enthusiastic about it from the beginning and rarin' to go. And it can work well for some time... then the inertia takes over and it's like a roulette wheel going slower and slower until it stops completely. Then you need something pushing you back on track. If inertia slows you down, procrastination is most effective for stopping you to do something about it. But thanks to the cane and my beloved Master wielding it I have overcome those two obstacles.

This week I have been caned each day, two times a day. Instead of applying a specific number of strokes Master starts quite slowly and gently, then strikes faster and harder and before I know it the strokes are raining upon my bottom and thighs like a shower of fire. It's like a spanking machine gone out of control and it always make me desperate for more and my screams of pain are just as much begging to be caned harder and faster. The cane whips up unbelievable masses of endorphins and very soon I am simply high on it... just can't get enough. When Master finally lays down the cane I am so happy to fall into His arms... it's the perfect way of landing after this unbelievably intense trip into subspace (or should I call it 'painslutspace'). More often than not we don't have sex after a session - we are just as happy laying together and feeling the nearness of each other... Master's caresses, soft kisses and words have a soothing effect on me and I know he will be with me all the time so I can relax and feel safe. When my pulse has gone down to normal and I have landed he smears my welted bottom with soothing balm and I simply feel like a newborn woman.

Is this sane? For us it is very much so. The thing is that in a few hours we will both want to do it again. This is maybe not the classic bdsm relationship as it doesn't really involve punishment as such. The worst punishment would be denying me what I crave: a real good trashing. According to the book of rules a punishment is not a punishment if the masochist (=me) enjoys it. But what does it matter? Master enjoys trashing me and I can never get enough of it. Often I beg Him to whip or cane me and he is always happy to do it. Actually, it is Him stopping me most of the times as my hunger for pain is so intense that maybe it's good I don't have a spanking machine after all... it would probably be over-heated ;-)

Is it sensible to get caned again just a couple of hours after a severe caning which has left my bottom globes covered with welts? For me it is very sane. Some of he puffy hard welts on my buttocks sometimes split so that blood appears. I can stand for long periods in front of the mirror, admiring the marks on my body while masturbating... it makes me soo horny.

A side effect of these sessions is that inertia is washed away completely, I get eager and full of energy and immediately want to deal with many things that have been neglected - like this blog. Pain is for me a source of eternal energy which is accessible any time I need it. It can work when I am practising self torture and self punishments but nothing can beat the way Master punishes me - that is, if you can call it a punishment after all. For me it's sheer pleasure and I can never get enough of it...

Time to bend over for the cane again... mmmmmmmm please trash me real hard this time, Master... make me bleed...

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Tina's punishments: The coke cap paddle is used again...

My dear friends, thank you so much for your input and the exciting things you want me to do in order to punish myself. I will certainly carry out your instructions and report about it here.

Michael in California gave me this order:
I saw that club of yours with the bottle cap on the end and I don't know if you know this or not but the bottom of the feet is one place that can cause a lot of long lasting pain so I was thinking you could take that club of yours and give yourself some good hard hits across the heels of your feet like the little pain slut that you are. Make sure you hit them hard enough to send the pain shooting straight up into your entire body. Go for 10 hard hits on each heel and 5 hits on your arches.

I did carry the punishment out and I did my best to smack as hard as I could with the paddle each time. However, although it hurt just after each smack it caused no lasting pain, neither did the edges of the cap penetrate my skin. This may have to do with the fact that the soles of my feet have been hardened because I love walking barefoot, especially on gravel roads and hot cobblestones :-) So although I did my best out of this it didn't work out the way it was intended. Maybe I just couldn't muster enough energy when smacking myself or the paddle is simply not suitable for this special sort of "bastinado". I can assure you that it worked wonders on my bare behind when I smacked myself with it mmmmmmmm. But this session wasn't exactly anything which will keep me away from the dance floor...

Thank you anyway for suggesting this, Michael. I am sure you will come up woth something that hurts even more soon... Take care.

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PS this slut is now registred at The Slave Register and you can see my profile at http://www.slaveregister.com/p/tinaslut/

If you go there you will see that I and my Master have a very special wish... do you want to join in?

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Tina's punishments: Branded...

Yes, I have done it now. I am branded by my own hand. Believe me, this is nothing I recommend you to do if you are not very certain about it. There are certainly risks involved, one of them being the risk for infections. To minimize these risk I wore a mask over my face and rubbed the place where I would apply the brand with alcohol.

I branded myself on my right buttock when I was 18 years old which is some time ago... At the time I used a stiff piece of steel wire which I formed into a circular loop with a handle and heated it over a gas flame. I kneeled and stuck my bottom out and when the circle was glowing bright red I immediately pressed the "branding iron" as hard as I could into my flesh and held it there for several seconds. I still remember the sizzling and the smell of burnt flesh. I was surprised that it didn't hurt more than it did but I have later learnt that this may have to do with damaging the nerves in that area. This mark has faded over the years and is now history - the whim of a silly teenage girl. However, what I did this time was a bit different.

I was to brand my left breast with a heated fork, a few centimetres over my nipple, with the tines pointing towards my nipple. As I had no gas burner this time I heated the fork in the oven at 275 degrees and when I thought it was hot enough I pulled it out, holding it with a thick cloth and immediately applied it to my breast so it should keep the heat. This hurt a lot more than branding my rump when I was a teenage girl and the pain shock made me jerk back and the fork got out of position. But it did make a good contact with my skin first... I first applied the base of the fork and quickly pressed the tines into my flesh like you do when mashing potatoes. The brand never penetrated the skin and you could then maybe say it's not exactly "for real". But it surely hurt for a very long time and the area swelled up to be bright red. I was constantly watching it for infections, cleaning it with alcohol and keeping it in open air. Now, a couple of days later, the brand is darker and I never experienced any blisters, nor any infections.

What it did to me was to increase my sexual lust to a degree that I felt like going out of my mind. Yes, I could not stop masturbating and I hardly slept at all during the night. The pain from the burn in my breast would keep on increasing my arousal all the time and I am not ashamed to say I haven't been so horny since I don't know when... I did this with the approval of my Master who is at the moment abroad but we keep in touch on a daily basis so I can report about new self punishments and marks in my flesh.

That's it for now but I think you can expect me to be a lot more active blogging than I have been for a long time. My lust is growing continuously and I am longing for pain... will keep you updated. Hugs and deep passionate kisses from tina in Stockholm.

A very useful tool for many purposes, not only eating... mmmmmmmmmm

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

I'm such a horny sinful slut!

Yes, I confess that I am a horny slut. Every night when I go to sleep my mind is filled with dark fantasies and I always masturbate before I drift away into dreamland. Often I wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just after a very exciting erotic dream and I simply must masturbate again. As it is right now Master is away for long periods so what’s a girl to do? ;-)

Sex, fantasies and erotic dreams form a big part of my life. In the morning I always wake up early so I can enjoy lying in bed to masturbate even more and keep on dreaming… many vivid fantasies come to me. I always have a riding crop by my bed as Master will often want to use it on me very hard. Believe me, he does not allow any pardon when he lays on the crop with full force. When I am alone I smack myself on my bottom and thighs with the riding crop every morning the first thing when I get out of bed. When I am sore and red – and hot – I simply must bring myself to orgasm again. I try to keep from coming as long as I can to enjoy the agony of lust.

At work I often have to sneak into the ladies room to masturbate, simply ruled by lust and by my dark fantasies. Maybe I’m not always as focused as I should be on my work because of my wicked dreams. The most difficult part is when Master has explicitly forbidden me to masturbate. This is almost more than I can bear. Yes, I have failed now and then and I suppose it will happen again. Fortunately, Master will know and he will give me orders about the most severe self punishments. Until he is back with me physically so he can attend to my education into a good slaveslut himself.

Just thinking about what will happen to me when he gets back makes me crazy with lust and I’m so horny now… please excuse me, I must masturbate instantly… love and thousands of wet passionate kisses from this lustful slut xxxxxxxxxxx tina

Whoring - my new career?

Have you noticed that the spring is advancing now? At least here in Stockholm it is and as always this time of the year you get lusty and eager. At least I do. I can't help thinking on my way to work thay maybe I should have chosen another career. What if I was now on my way for a day's work in a brothel instead? I'm positive I would make a great prostitute. A whore. Surely enough many women have ended up in this trade unvoluntarily and it's just a shame that so many are forced to do it against their will. But what if I made it for kicks and could earn some extra money in the process? After all, isn't working for somebody else really a form of prostitution? Would I enjoy it?

Yes, I think so. I am more or less constantly horny and wherever I am and whatever I do my thoughts seem to drift away in a certain direction. Sex and submission occupy a great deal of my thoughts. Many other women have secret fantasies about rape and I'm sure many also about selling their bodies. But what if it was real? How do you start? My mental image of it is not being a high class escort but rather a cheap whore whom men would just use to get their instant satisfaction. Yes, I think that would suit me fine. The brothel I would go to each day would preferably be in the outskirts of town, a shabby place where you can get sex really cheap. In most trades I suppose you establish a relationship with your customers but I would rather see them as faceless individuals who just want my sexual services and leave me just as soon as they have shot their load into me. Just as personal a contact as if I was being fucked by a fucking machine and naturally I would offer all my bodily orifices for use.

I'm not seriously thinking about giving up my present job (yet) but these are thoughts that do come to me on beautiful sunny spring days like this. What if Master allowed me to work in a brothel in daytime? Would it make sex a tedious subject for me, like my present job can be at times? I don't think so. On the contrary, I think it would make me even more aroused. You may have read my book The Love Of the Lash and although it's pure fiction there is a lot of myself in the heroine. Also, I know I am really good in bed. Maybe prostitution really is my trade? I really have to talk to Master about this... ;-)

Take care all and enjoy life to the fullest. I certainly do. xxxxx tina

I surrender

I just can’t take it anymore! My lusts have taken complete control of my mind and I can’t think straight. How long will you make me wait? I have been walking around like a caged animal all day long, barefoot and with just a short skirt and a top on. Nothing else. Wide open and available for your pleasure. I have been yearning so much it has driven me to desperation. You have explicitly forbidden me to masturbate as you want me as aroused as possible when you come to claim your property. But when are you coming to me? Oh, this is the worst of tortures I have ever experienced and I would rather be suffering on the rack than going through this ordeal.

As you close the door behind you I am drawn into your arms by a magnetism I cannot resist. Please hold me tighter. Your gentle kisses evokes a lust within me which just keeps on growing, making every fibre of my body yearning for love. I know that your soft kisses will turn more and more demanding, that soon you will want to place sweet sucking marks on my neck. Soon your teeth will sink into my flesh leaving marks of love. Please conquer me. I surrender to you completely.

I wrap one leg around you, rubbing myself against you like a shameless slut. My entire being is uproar with the ever consuming fire of lust and passion that rules my body and my mind. Yes, I am yours now. Only yours. Please use me as you wish. I love you passionately and eternally. This is happiness.

Please punish me hard, Master!

I feel your strong yet senstive hands gently sliding down my back as our lips meet and I close my eyes, for what reason I don't know. Our tongues meet and start sliding in and out of the others mouths while I tiptoe and curl my leg around you, shamelessly rubbing myself against you while our French kisses are getting deeper and more passionate all the time. My blood is boiling with desire and as Í feel your hands sliding in under my short skirt and cupping my buttocks I am moaning with lust. Raw, pure lust. Yes, it's happening again. My passions are taking control of me and there is nothing I could do to stop it even if i wanted to.

You draw up my skirt and exposes by buttocks, gently caressing them, pinching, slapping them lightly... then the scene takes on a new direction. Your kisses become more aggressive and demanding and you move down my neck, leaving vivid sucking marks in my flesh. Oh, how I love this. We would never enter into vanilla sex and this is just a starter. But I realize that before I can be released from all the excitement building up within me I shall have to suffer at your hands. From putting sucking marks on my neck and shoulders you begin to nibble my ears, my lips, down to my stiff nipples, then your nibbles turn into harsh bites and you are sinking your teeth into my flesh, without drawing blood but leaving vivid teeth mark. Oh, please bite my nipples again... harder... you can read my mind, I know that... yessss, now you are concentrating on my nipples and while you bite one you pinch the other between your thumb and forefinger, pulling and rolling it, squeeezing harder... mmm I feel like oing crazy from the intense pain but just want more... my moans are of passion and desire just as much as pain... please, bite me harder, torture me, yes, now the areola... your teeth sink into my breasts and I love it... don't stop, please...

You drag me by my ear to the shed. The door is closed and you force me down over the trestle. You strap me tightly to the trestle drawing the straps so tight they cut into my flesh. My ankles and wrists are tied to the foot of the trestle and I am bent forward with my taut bottom sticking up for maximum exposure and impact and my head down with my hair hanging before my eyes. My legs are wide apart and I feel ashamed about the glistening juices down my thighs.

You choose a long heavy stick made of pure Swedish spruce. The bark has been cut off and as this has been done with a knife the surface is jagged. I fear this dreadful punishment tool as much as I know that I must have it. When I am tightly strapped to the trestle you brandish your ferocious weapon, swishing the stick through the air. Even one single stroke will leave me screaming out loud and begging for mercy while I will still be begging for another one, harder please. The stick is very hard and the impact is almost paralyzing, a dull pain which keeps on spreading through every nerve in my body. It leaves huge hard welts and easily penetrate the skin. I know that you will not spare the rod and that you will lay on the strokes with full force. Oh, how many days will I have to lay on my stomach after this session?

- Tina, you know why you are being punished?

- Yes Master... because I am a wanton slut who is ruled by my pussy and my wicked thoughts. Please punish me hard and show me no mercy.

You raise your arm, take aim and I brace myself for the first vicious stroke, knowing that I will get my reward and my release when I have gone through my ordeal.

I love you, Master...