Blonde slave girl getting punished

Sorry for my abscence. I am very glad that Master is now back for some time and he is doing his best to correct me and make me get things done. Like blogging. Let's start the new year by enjoying a nice video clip with a Mistress and her slave girl. It really fired me... hope you will enjoy it, too. Be with you again soon... kisses from tina xxxxxxxxxxx

The sinful slut tina is dreaming and masturbating...

This picture excites me so much and it really fuels my imagination. I have been masturbating to it for hours... ;-) Which of the characters would you like to be and what would you like to do in the scene? Please tell me - and I'll tell you my fantasy.

Give me a strong, muscular, athletic woman

Since I first laid my eyes on the photos of a new friend on Facebook I simply cannot think about anything else but how wonderful it would be to be her slaveslut, being whipped and punished for her enjoyment… an extremely powerful woman which will not tolerate any signs of disobedience from me. God how I crave to be under her cruel lash! She is extremely muscular, fit and simply gorgeous, a professional Dominatrix and a former champion in various sports. Also, she is a bodybuilder.

Yes, being in the hands of this woman would be a happiness such as I can hardly describe. Naturally, I have told my Master about my fantasies and he appreciates the fact that it makes me so extremely horny and lusty ;-) I would like to show you some pics of this gorgeous woman but since she has not yet approved I cannot do so. Meanwhile, hope you like this pic. Sadly I never got to meet a woman like my Facebook friend when I was a teenage girl but I am just as ready for her now. I am sure that Master will love to see me punished by a strong woman and the thought is etched in my mind. I have been masturbating like crazy the past days, constantly dreaming about her and her heavy bullwhip. Yes, she occupies my mind to such a degree that it may well be an affirmation and who knows what will happen then?

Take care and do leave a comment while you are here. I am very anxious to know what you like to read about. True, a blog is a form of diary but if I wanted to write just for myself there would be no point in publishing my thoughts this way? So please let me know. *hugs* tina

Tina in Saudi Arabia, part 3

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

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

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

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

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

Tina in Saudi Arabia part 2

When I first was brought back to my cell after receiving my sentence, it was obvious that the man who had been using me for several months wanted to celebrate. He led me into the cell, forced me down on my knees on the cold stone floor and attached the chain from my iron collar to a big iron ring on the wall. I realized that he would see to it that we would not be disturbed now. I was really his now… his own personal toy to enjoy and subject to his perverted desires… The fantastic thing, however, was that I was so incredibly horny… so horny I could die! I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs and I was sticking my behind out, opening myself up for him… offering myself like a she-cat in heat. Now we both realized that he could do anything he wanted to me, and that whatever he did, I would enjoy it… and just beg him for more. Of course he saw how desperately hot I was… the sweet smell of my steaming pussy filled the cell and he had locked the door thoroughly from inside. He started to pull his heavy leather belt out of his trousers and folded it. Now I knew I was in for a real good trashing! Surely I had been beaten earlier by him and others, but then it had mostly been the odd smack of my face or some relatively light strokes by a cane or a stick… mostly threats on what could happen in order to make me talk, but nothing serious, really.

Now I was really in for it…. I stuck my bare bottom out for all I was worth and held my breath, anticipating…. The first smack of the heavy leather belt made me cry out at the top of my lungs from pain… there was no use in pretending to be stoical. I can assure you that I did not make any attempt to avoid the stinging leather. No, I stuck my behind out all I could to meet the savage lashes of his belt and my globes shivered and rolled with each slash as he continued to lay his belt on with full force. How long is he going to beat me? My God, I am coming soon… please hurt me… beat me harder…. Pleeease… Without even realizing it myself I was screaming out loud: “OOOH YESSSS, GOD, WHIP ME HARDER….. WHIP ME TO SHREDS… HURT ME… PLEASE, MORE… OOOHH HURT ME, PLEEEASE!!! Even though he may not have understood the words, the message was as clear as could be. I was squirming, sticking my bottom out at an even faster pace in perfect rhytm with his slashes, to meet each smack, desperately pulling my chains. He kept on beating me with his heavy belt until my round globes were swollen and covered with welts…. I could not possibly sit after this but I thought it was marvellous… I felt like I was on some happy drug. The sharp cracks of the leather against my naked flesh echoed between the stone walls and I could imagine that everybody else in the prison heard what was going on… all the wardens and convicts realized that the Swedish whore was getting what she deserved right now…. And he had most definitely made sure that we would not be disturbed. The muscles of his strong arm played as he kept on beating me…. making sure that the big brass buckle was buried in my flesh with each stroke, the metal studs of the belt leaving a dotted pattern on my bruised flesh. He was a very athletic man, unusually tall for an Arab, and he surely did not handle the matter with kid gloves as he kept on beating me. With a dogged determination and sweat flowing down his face, he continued to whip me in a completely frenzy. At last the inevitable happened. The strokes fell at such a furious pace that the belt and his muscular arm looked like hazy…. and suddenly it happened…. all the excitement that had been built up in my body must come out… I could not fight it and did not want to…. my body was shaking with a countless number of orgasms that came one after another… I fell to the floor with my thighs pressed together, spasmodically twitching and shaking all over my body…. I climaxed again and again and he intensified the beating, whipping me in a rage…. just as if he wanted to beat the life out of me…. and I am not sure I would have minded that, either. Oh God, I could not remember when I last time had been so incredibly horny…

At last, he dropped his well used belt on my bunk. It felt like my glowing ass globes were at least twice their normal size after the incredible trashing I had just received. I was completely dizzy and drained of energy as he took my hips in a firm grip by his big strong hands, pulling me up in order to sodomize me, I could not resist… I had no power left and just let it happen… I had screamed so much I almost had lost my voice. When he brutally thrusted at my secret passage and finally forced his huge member through my anus, all I could utter was a long moan of pain and lust. Despite the fact that he had been fucking me in the anus several times and often had been using his huge blackjack for sodomizing my tight puckered hole, I always split up and started to bleed from this invasion, maybe because I never had time to heal properly between the occasions when he or somebody else were sodomizing me. At some times there was a long line of men standing in line outside my cell, waiting to fuck me in the ass. I realized that I was being used by wardens and convicts alike.

My tormentor kept on thrusting brutally and furiously into me and when he screamed out his lust and his huge member exploded deep within me, I fell in a heap on the floor, half unconscious and totally unable to move… but experiencing a feeling of profound happiness. I felt to sleep from sheer exhaustion and did never hear him leaving me and locking the door to my cell, after he had cleaned himself and adjusted his clothes. Normally, it would hav been my duty to lick him clean from my blood and his sperm, but this time he let me lie left on the floor. He realized what he had done to me…. and, as me, he realized that there were no limits whatsoever for how far I could go in my obsession with pain, lust and humiliation. My last thought as I drifted away was that I was really a happy girl… a very happy bad girl…

A bad girl gets imprisoned and flogged: Tina in Saudi Arabia, part one

Mmmm this girl is sooo horny now... fantasizing, masturbating, longing for rough brutal sex and severe punishments. I dream about it all the time but it seems like it gets even worse as spring is approaching. Yes, I am a bad bad girl and I really need to be punished. It's about time I get back to my self punishment sessions very soon as my entire being is craving it, my mind is focused on pain and humiliation and I am longing to wear those vivid marks on my body. Here is one of my favourite fantasies which I often use as I bring myself to climax again and again. I hope you will enjoy it, too.

It is really my own fault that I am in this situation at the present time… I am sentenced to eight years imprisonment in a Saudi prison plus five thousand lashes. I went from Sweden to Saudi Arabia to work as a nurse and I soon learnt that I could earn an enormous amount of money as a prostitute. Often I picked up my customers in public places, parks and so on. The dress code of the country did not expect women to dress in a sexy way, but I took the risk and could often be seen walking around in a short miniskirt in the parks of Riyadh and all the time I was bare-foot. The desperate lust. I needed to have sex all the time and my customers really did appreciate the blond, horny European whore who put all her soul and body into the act. There was no question that I was enjoying it. Many men of an high position learnt about me and often picked me up regularly in the parks of Riyadh.

It was as I was serving a Saudi prince by my mouth (I later learned he was a prince) that I was caught red-handed by the police in a park. They told the prince to disappear quickly not to be involved in a scandal, and so he did, without even having the time to arrange his clothes. A big limousine was waiting for him nearby the park.

Now I was going to be arrested by the vice squad of Riyadh. At the time I had also had some alcohol which the prince had given me, and I struggled and kicked with all my might as three policemen grabbed me. Two others were coming to assist their colleagues as I suddenly succeded to grab the revolver from one of the cops. They immediately let me go and I backed from them, having them at gunpoint. Everything happened so quickly that I could not think. I backed further away from the group of policemen, pointing the gun at them, but I did not see the big athletic policeman that silently slipped behind me. He was not taking any risks and was determined to neutralize me as effectively as possible. One of the other men cried out at me; I turned my head and at that very moment the man behind me struck hard with his heavy blackjack. My world exploded in a cascade of stars as the blow hit my head and everything went black. I was deeply unconscious when I hit the ground as a ripe fruit before their feet. In his excitement he had struck far too hard, but they could see I was still breathing and I was carried away to a waiting car.

More than twelve hours later I woke up at a prison hospital in Riyadh. I had an excrutiating headache and a big lump plus a bloody wound on my head where the blackjack had hit me. Eventually, as I was considered fit, I was transferred to a cell. The interrogation started and in Saudi prisons you can be held in custody for a very long time before going to trial. Some means of trying to make me confess what I was charged with were rape, humiliation and abuse. The policeman who had swung his blackjack with full force was a very cruel, brutal and muscular man. He realized that he now had every possibility to use me as he wanted and he spent several hours in my cell to force me into confessing. He used his blackjack in a quite different way now: he raped me by the huge club, thrusting it in and out of my pussy with full force, so hard and deep that it hit my cervix. Nor did he spare my tight puckered anus and the first time he pressed his blackjack into my rear, I started to bleed. My God, how it hurt! This orifice was going to be expanded considerably over time, as I learnt that these men loved using a woman in this way. Especially a Nordic blonde slut like me.

I was forced to suck him off, as well as many other men who came to me in my cell to use me and rape me. I have no idea if they were policemen or not. Every day I was sodomized in the most brutal way and when I finally got over the initial shock of pain, it became a real endorphin high for me. I climaxed again and again, never seeming to be able to stop. When I was left alone in my cell I was constantly masturbating and I was longing to be used again. I also got beaten regularly and enjoyed it. After several months I was sent to trial and after long hours of hearing, I was made to sign a paper in Arabic, which I did not understand. When I finally had it translated, I realized that I had been sentenced to five thousand lashes to be administred by fifty lashes a week plus eight years imprisonment and being branded with a red hot iron. In the verdict it was stated that the lashes should be hard ones, as opposed to normally when a woman is flogged, when the flogger holds the Koran under the same arm wielding the cane, in order to lessen the impacts of each blow. I was the first woman ever in the country to be sentenced to branding in addition to public flogging and imprisonment. This was to make an example for other prostitutes trying to threathen the moral of the nation.

I cried helplessly when I had had the verdict translated. How could I possibly survive such an extreme punishment. And yet… why was it that my pussy was tingling with lust and my juices flowing at the same time as my body was shaking with sobs? I was brought back to my cell, my hands and feet chained by heavy iron cuffs and a heavy iron collar around my neck. The man who had knocked me out with his heavy blackjack was leading me by a chain attached to my neck collar. I was already mad with anticipation of what was expecting me in my cell….

Do you like this type of stories? This is something I just wrote in about 30 min’s about a fantasy dream I had a night a long time ago. If you want to talk to me we can set up a time in my chatroom (see link "Enter my chatroom" in the right hand menu.)

Please tell me what you think and if you want to see more along this line. Gosh, now I'm so horny that I simply have to masturbate... mmm I'm such a cheap dirty whore... a real slut... a painslut... be with you again soon. If you want to I'll continue the story, please leave a comment.

Love and deep French kisses,
tina

Tina in the dungeon

Hello there, just went out for a while... ;-)

Yes, I know: my posting have been highly irregular for a while. Of course I could keep on posting, ranting about what I do from day to day, but I suspect that you are here for a special reason, right? There hasn't really been much exciting happening lately but I'm sure it will be very soon...
I was really glad to see you popping in, Amanda. Actually, this is a girl who has no interest in this lifestyle whatsoever but still she seem to have found something in my blog. It's true, Amanda, you can really seem like any ordinary woman and yet live this secret life without anyone of your near and dear ones (or neighbours) knowing. That is also the reason why I prefer to keep a low profile as to my identity, sharing photos and so on. Unfortunately, I have seen examples of how subs have been displayed on the web against their will and although my Master would never do such a thing, at the moment this is the way it will be. But the thought of at least displaying my marks excites me and we will surely find a solution soon.

I have linked to you, Amanda, and I really like your blog, it's very cool. But keep in mind when visiting her that she is not at all into the things I am. Besides, her blog is in Swedish, although she writes very good English. Also, anonymous, yes, my Master allows me to "play with matches" and also cigarettes and even cigars, if they are used for the right purpose. Need I say that I am a non-smoker? ;-)Forgive me for escaping into my fantasy world for a while again but I just can't resist it. Will you come with me? Take care, until next time (very soon...)

tina

This slut would like to get to know you

My dear friends, I have been thinking a lot of you lately. No matter if I don't post too often you still come here now and then. I have gotten to know a few of you through comments and mail and although we have not yet met I appreciate your friendship very much. But I keep wondering about all the others. What is it in my blog that attracts you? Do you have something interesting to tell? Please post a comment and tell me a little about yourself and about your attitude towards submission and punishments. Are you a painslut like me or are you perhaps a sadist? Maybe you have your own slavegirl which you use. Please tell me about it. If you have your own blog I will be happy to exchange links with you.

I am back at home now and as it is very quiet around here today, I have kept on trashing myself quite a bit. My bottom was very sore and swollen when I got back home and I must strike even harder to achieve the desired result as my skin gets rough from all the trashing. But now I seem to have got the right touch when striking as one welt after another splits open so that blood appears. This excites me very much and makes me want to strike even harder until blood runs down my thighs. I brought a few very sturdy, sharp switches with me home when I left the cabin and they are obviously perfect for the job - very flexible and almost impossible to break. After laying in a salt solution over night they really sting like fire... mmmmmmmmm

I keep on laying on the strokes as hard as I can but it seems that all the time I perfect my technique with every stroke and the results are vivid marks on my slut bottom. Now and then I have to take a rest for catching my breath and masturbate. Yes, I am soooo horny now! I am a painslut in heat who is obsessed with the stinging switches that burns so wonderfully as they bite deep into my flesh... oh, such a gorgeous feeling! I keep on whipping myself so hard that I get dizzy and almost feel like fainting but after a few minutes rest I am fit for fight again.

Please, my unknown visitor, leave a comment and tell me a little about yourself and what attracts you about this blog. I would very much like to know you.

Back to the whipping now... mmmmmmmmmmm

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 masochistic wet dreams

I simply cannot help it. When I see some artwork of women being punished, I immediately identify myself with the victim, taking her place. Yes, so strong is this feeling that I feel like I am actually experiencing it in real life. I really become the woman that is being punished! I often dream about scenes like this and they are perfect fantasies when I masturbate. Here are some great examples.

Harem punishment. I am strapped tightly with my bare bottom exposed, sobbing from the pain of the strokes I have already received. The room is filled with the sweet smell of incense and soft Oriental music can be heard. The reason for my punishment is my failure when I was ordered to dance for my Master, the sheik. He was not at all satisfied and by a gesture he ordered me to be punished. He seems very indifferent to my punishment, not taking any notice of me at all. The huge athletic eunuch has just made a pause but he will soon redouble his efforts and strike so hard with the sharp rod that blood flows down my thighs. Another slave girl is checking out that I am strapped as tightly as possible, knowing very well that she herself can be in my position tomorrow. Very soon my screams of pain and the sharp cracks of the rod biting into my defenceless flesh will echoe between the stone walls of the palace.

In the hands of the Inquisition. If I only knew what they want me to confess. I would gladly do it right away to stop the terrible whipping. They keep on asking me questions and every time I come up with the wrong answer another hard lash makes me scream out loud. Yes, the ferocious whip sure makes me dance It seems like this could go on forever. I have lost all points of reference and I have no idea if it is day or night. The merciless whipping continues and the monotonous questions keeps on coming. Will it never end? After today’s interrogation I will as usual be chained up in the dungeon to be raped by all the men witnessing my ordeal, including the torturer.

Whipped in a brothel. I am a prostitute at a high class brothel owned by a wealthy woman with several contacts among the upper classes. I am being punished because a customer has complained to the owner about my services. Two of the other girls hold me while a third, the overseer, whips me hard using a heavy leather whip. Soon she will step back to be able to swing the whip wiuth full force and hurt me even more. This should teach me a lesson: to never ever again say no when a customer orders me to do something. Naturally, I will have to apologize to the customer after the whipping which he oversees and as a compensation, he may use me for free for one whole day. I would never dare to protest again, no matter what he wants to do to me.

Prison whipping. I have been sent to prison because of false accusations by the woman to the right and her man pays the warden to have me punished regularly. They both come to the prison to oversee the punishments and as you can tell by the look of her face, she is really enjoying my suffering. Often she whispers harder… harder… and naturally, the man whipping me obliges. He slashes bloody streaks into my flesh and after a whipping I can neither sit or sleep for several days. Fresh rods are lying on the chair, awaiting to be used. Little does the noble lady know that her man regularly comes to my prison cell to take advantage of my defenceless body, forcing me to do everything his wife refuses to do.

Whipped in the prison yard. Oh God, this is one of the most wonderful images I have ever seen! Since I discovered it, I have been mesmerized by it and I simply cannot lay my eyes upon it without starting to masturbate. There are so many exciting elements within this picture. First, naturally, the overall scene: the huge athletic brute of a man wielding the whip. The whipping bench which holds my body in position for the cruel whipping of my bottom and thighs. The man at the extreme left is a wardour and his wife stands beside him. You can imagine that he will take advantage of me as much as he can when we are alone in my cell. Please also take note of the woman studying me through her lorgnette. She seems very interested in seeing in detail what effect the whipping will have on my poor flesh. The stern looking man standing with both hands on his walking stick right in front of me is the judge who has sentenced me and he regularly witness all my whippings to ensure that they are carried out with maximum severity. He will not be disappointed. Naturally, I will be abused by him and many other men in my cell when I come to after the extreme whipping.

A severe public flogging. I am embracing the whipping post and my desperate screams and pleas for mercy adds to the entertainment of the crowd in the town square. The man with the robe is counting out the lashes and also urges the torturer to whip me harder all the time. As you can se by the bulge on the trousers of the whipmaster he is very much looking forward to be alone with me when the punishment is over and I have been dragged back to my cell. I was lead by a chain barefoot through the streets from the prison to the town square, with a heavy iron collar around my neck. When I have finally received the 250 lashes from the whip and the 250 strokes of the birch rod, I am so weak that I am totally unable to walk and have to be half carried, half dragged back to the prison.

Do you know of other pics like these? Please let me know.

Her reward

Just found this fantasy story on the web and I really liked it:

http://literallyalbert.blogspot.com/2008/06/her-reward-story.html

Performance of pain

Yes, I admit it: I’m a sucker for great good ole porno smut. This one comes from Master’s collection and the text on the back page says it all:

“She was only barely aware of dozens of eyes focused upon her naked body. The bright lights blinded her, illuminating her tortured flesh. Only the swirling lash commanded her attention, filling her with terror. Tina screamed as the cruel whip cut into her soft flesh, again and again. There was no protection, no escape from the leather-clad man who knew no mercy and enjoyed her suffering”.

Hardly the sort of book that would win its author the Nobel Prize. But it surely arouses me. Just a pity that the artwork within the book were not made by the same author who made the cover illustration.

Mary Bryant - The Whipping Scene

The Incredible Journey of Mary Bryant is a 2005 film loosely based on the life of Mary Bryant, an Irish English (Cornish) girl convicted of petty theft and is transported to the Australian Penal Colony on the First Fleet with other prisoners bound for Botany Bay. I hope you will enjoy this clip from the film.

Still alive, well and horny *blushes*

Forgive me all for having neglected the blog for so long. I know exactly how it feels: when you get used to reading something and one day it suddenly is not there, without explanation, of course you feel disappointed. Believe me, I have no intention of stopping blogging but I seem to have fallen into some bad inertia. Fortunately, Master knows how to cure that and he has plenty of reasons for punishing me right now…

Not that we really need any reasons for my punishment. As we both simply love it, it’s just so wonderful to do it whenever we want. I have strict orders to always have a riding crop ready by my bed and each morning I have to bend over to get a number of vicious, burning cuts from it. This always fires me and when we make love after the cropping I surely am a hot little slut and climax again and again. Yes, I guess “slut” would be the most appropriate word to characterize me. Sex is vital to me and when Master is not with me, I masturbate frequently, generally while dreaming of some hot fantasy.

Yes, I admit it, fantasies is something which turn me on very much but I don’t stop there. I have the urge also to live out my fantasies as much as possible and quite a number of them have materialized.

Very often my fantasies are sparked by images or writings. Like the wonderful artwork by the late great bdsm artist Robert Bishop. I would have linked to the site robertbishopart.com but according to Google, the site “could harm your computer”. Still, here are a couple of his drawings, which appeared in the book The Prisoner of Ismaul which is a very exciting story. Basically, the plot is about a suave, self-conscious secretary named Eve Trevor being abducted by order from a wealthy client of the company. She is tied, trained, whipped, tortured and brought to a foreign land, chained in a desert fortress, sold as a slave.

Mmmm… a scenario like that make my fantasies go completely wild and they are so intense and realistic that I am actually feeling like I am her. It is a marvellous feeling to be able to actually experience this, feel the punishment…

So wonderful… strapped to a whipping bench… with a cruel, muscular Mistress laying on the cane with full force. She is furious and whips me like mad… she wants the slut to suffer as much as possible… see to it that I cannot sit for at least a week and place a lot of permanent marks on my bottom… yes, I get what I deserve… this horny painslut must be caned extremely hard… I am a whore and I need to suffer… while my screams and sobs of pain mixes with the hiss and the sharp cracks of the cane against my flesh, I beg her to cane me harder… oh, please Mistress, slash bloody streaks into my whore bottom… give her what’s coming to her… I am so happy to be in the hands of the strongest and most cruel Mistress you can think of… when I am about to faint she pauses to catch her breath… wiping the blood off the cane… soon she will start all over again… mmmm you’re so fit and strong… please cane me harder, Mistress.. ooohhhhh… I need it desperately…

I am regularly flogged in public and it is my wonderful Mistress who carry out the punishment… near the whipping post is the man who has bought me, a wealthy sheik… after each flogging I am carried to his bedroom to be used by him… due to the severe whipping I am too weak to walk and my wounds will take a long time to heal… my Mistress always does a wonderful job with her heavy bullwhip… the lash always seem to hit wherever she wants it and I am completely lost in a crazy, wonderful dance of pain… mmmm whip me harder, please… make this cheap whore suffer like she deserves…

Rest assured that I am regularly punished IRL, too! But sometimes it's so wonderful to drift away into your fantasies, where anything can happen. Both I and Master find it very exciting to recreating fantasy scenes IRL and who knows what will happen tommorow. We both have the urge to break barriers, go over the top, on to new heights of ecstacy. Yes, it's a wonderful life... your slaveslut tina

Girls violently whipped in Ethiopia

Here is a videoclip which may spark your interest. Young girls are begging to be whipped and acts provoking in order to get the men to whip them. This is done as a part of the Bull Jumping Ceremony, a ceremony where a young man has to prove his adulthood by jumping over six bulls. The young women of the family have to prove the courage of the family by letting themselves be whipped very hard. The girls are whipped by switches so hard that they bleed and the whipping causes more or less permanent scars.



Here we see the whipped back of one local girl:

Take care all

tina

In the hands of The Whip Master

I have been wearing the tacked bra overnight and it was a new sensation. Just out from the stinging nettle punishment plus a good birching into this. But I love it! Actually, the pain of the tacks and pins is a bit different from many other tortures. After a while, the pain becomes quite dull, almost like when you have chafed feet and thus is actually more irritating than arousing. Still, the fact that I have been ordered by you, my dear blog readers, to do this makes it an exciting experience anyhow.

Some of the pins are sharper than the others and should easily penetrate my skin. It took a while to fall asleep last night and I was continuously masturbating until I did ;-) As I tossed and turned in my bed while sleeping, the pins dug into my breasts from new angles all the time and today my poor breasts are very sore. As the fabric of the bra is quite thick I cannot see any blood spots on the outside but it feels like quite a few pins have penetrated my skin. The pain is especially intense in my areolas and my nipples are stiff and erect all the time.

Later today you will be back with me, Master. I am really longing and while I am waiting for you, many fantasies cross my mind. As you know I get very aroused by pics and drawings of women being punished and today I have been looking at such pics a lot while playing with myself. Oh, your tina is such a naughty, horny slut… please punish her most strictly for her sins when you get home…

Drawings like this one really fire my imagination and make me hot. Many of my fantasies involves being whipped and tortured in a dungeon, by a cruel, merciless man. When I am not tortured I am lying chained spread-eagled and naked in my cell and the man who has whipped me can come in and rape me as often as he wants… mmmmmmm

Another thing is that the girl in this pic actually bears some resemblance to me, although I have smaller breasts :-( , but her hairstyle is very similar to mine. I am dreaming of being her… in the hands of The Whip Master… all the time desperately begging him to whip me harder… whipping me to shreds… mmmmmm

Whipping scene from the Viking Queen

As I explained in my previous post I will have to take some time off from self-punishments, mainly because I don’t really feel for it right now. Ville has had a good night’s rest and he already looks stronger although he still has problems with his hind legs. But he has the spirit of a fighter and he really wants to come back.

I will also come back, as soon as I see that I can once again enjoy my self-punishments. Meanwhile, I will post some other things which you might like. How about this whipping scene, for instance? The film is the Viking Queen from 1967 and strangely enough, the film is about Romans in old England. Not a Viking in sight…

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

Captive in the jungle

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The whipping of Brigitte Bardot

This is a wonderful, sunny Saturday, almost like summer. This weekend is going to be great. I have just taken a long walk with Ville, my faithful dog. Unfortunately I have to wear jeans this hot day to conceal the marks on my thighs. Most welts have now turned black and blue and they still hurt, making me so excited. I took some pics of things that inspired me during our walk and I will get back to these.

Meanwhile, here is an exciting scene from the Italian film ‘Tre passi nel delirio’ where we will see the one and only Brigitte Bardot being whipped on her back after losing a card game. By the way, if you know some people who would like my blog, please send them here. And I will be glad if you leave a comment before you go.