The first shock stopped, shaking one. But the other still lingering. We did it before and it’s maybe because this time my Lord could see the effect of His words. While having me flogging myself just a random command CUM hit me like earth quick. Creeping from my very being with such power. It’s a beautiful and scary reaction to see. And the second part of my pissing orgasm and being told to hold. Never thought that holding and desire to please can make you almost cry, hurt like hell to hold like that but hurts more not to he a good girl. Please my Lord Satan can slave have a good night for this day?
and thank You for using Your slave and releasing me after so many days 

Met this girl on feelings. She was 18. Drove from her place to mine took an hour. Made her strip and suck my cock the whole way. Once we got to my house I had her suck me. We fucked for about an hour. I tied her to my bed and flogged her for a bit then fucked her again before I took her back home with her mouth on my cock again.

My Aunt........... CAUGHT ....... I'm flogging my log since 

truckstop2...continuation

I stumbled down that dirt road on wobbly legs feeling exhausted. I almost fell a couple of times and when I squatted to pee. I went directly to my car and drove home. When I arrived home, I fell into bed and slept until mid afternoon. The first thing I thought of when I woke-up was that I missed work. It was too late to call-in and it would be considered a "no-show". I was also aware of my ass burning from its whipping, and the pain in my boobs and pussy. I got up, took off my dress, and looked in the bathroom mirror. I saw welts everywhere, on my boobs, stomach, legs, and back. My ass was almost blistered; but, there was no blood. I turned on the water in the bathtub and took a long hot soaking bath with lots of suds. As I soaked, I remembered the whipping, and hanging upside down sucking their cocks. Their cum was running into my sinuses and burning; so, I had swallowed as much as I could. After my bath, I applied a generous amount of aloe to my welts and had lunch.

I had to ask my Saturday night date for a rain-check because I didn't want him to see the welts on my body. We had fucked on the last date and I knew he would be expecting it again. The welts faded away early in the following week. At night, I was having reoccurring dreams of being horse-whipped with the whip coiling around my body. Then the end of the whip turned into the head of a snake; and, I would wake up as it was about to sink its fangs into my boob. I tried to rationalize what had happened in that barn. Was I raped? No, I walked into the situation to get fucked, knowing that it could get rough. Was it frightening, yes; but it was also exciting. Would I do it again, that was the unanswered question.

On Tuesday, I received a "get well" card in the mail from a John Smith, who I didn't know. The card simply said to check my sent emails. When I did, I found an email sent to John Smith thanking him for the wonderful time. There were three attachments. The first was an image of my drivers license, the second was an image of me sucking someones cock, and the third was a clip of a woman being fucked on a bale of hay, clutching her partner and begging him to make her cum. That woman was me. I was shocked! They obviously knew my address and had pictures. I didn't know what to do. I checked the pics on my phone and found the same ones. The next day, after letting it all sink in, I added a password to access my cell phone. Then, I emailed John Smith asking what he wanted. He replied saying that he hoped that my bruises had healed satisfactorily. He continued that, with the wrong people, I could have been seriously injured. But,he said it was apparent that I enjoyed the evening, even if it wasn't what I expected. He went on describing pleasure and pain and how they were related. Then he said he would like to meet with me again Friday night. I realized how dangerous that night could have been. Also, I had learned the impact of pleasure and pain. I thought about it for a day; then emailed back that I would see him Friday night with the conditions that there would be nothing extreme or that left permanent marks. He directed me to meet him at a "park and ride" lot near me at 7:30pm. He said to wear the same dress with pink heels and no underwear.

When I arrived, I saw a black pickup truck waiting. I parked, clutched the mace in my purse, and walked over to it. He put the window down and I saw Mike alone. He said to get in, which I did. As we drove away, I was thinking that leaving my car behind made me feel helplessness but excited from not knowing what would happen next. He complimented me on my attractiveness and how sexy my body was. He said that he couldn't stop thinking about me. Then he asked me how I felt when he whipped me with his belt. I said that I was frightened and that it hurt, but not too badly. He said to pull up my dress and show him my bare cunt. I did. displaying my freshly shaved pussy. I use the words boob and pussy; he uses tit and cunt, which seems a bit crude. He asked how I felt hanging upside down sucking cock; I replied that I truly love sucking cock. Then he said that it was obvious that I enjoyed being fucked. He said that there were lots of things he wanted to do with me as long as I was willing. I repeated that I would try as long as he gave me no permanent marks or did anything extreme. When we arrived at his farm, he took me into his house and not the barn.

His house was an older type farm house with wood siding that looked freshly painted. There were area rugs over a hardwood floor; and, his furniture was upholstered and just a little dated. He said for me to sit on the couch and went into the kitchen to get two glasses and a bottle of red wine. He sat next to me on the couch and explained that our relationship was very personal and that, when there, he expected me to call him Sir, and be obedient to his commands. Then he asked me if I liked being naked, to which I said yes. His first command was to take-off my dress. I did, becoming naked except for my heels. Next, he told me to walk around the room and to jiggle my boobs. I did. Then he said to sit down next to him and he fondled and squeezed my boobs and pulled at my nipples. They always respond to treatment and he was pleased. Then he squeezed my nipple hard and twisted it. I gasped but didn't resist. He opened the drawer of the end table and took out a plastic 12" ruler. He bent it back and let it slap my boobs just under my nipples, on the sides, then on my nipples. My boobs turned pink and my nipples were hard. He stuck his finger in my pussy and pulled it out wet. He had me lick it clean. It wasn't the first time I had tasted myself and I do like the taste of cum. Then he attached a paper clamp firmly on about an inch of each nipple and areola and attached a chain to each one. He pulled on the chain. It was painful; but, my boobs are wired to my pussy and it began to itch. Then, he said to spread my legs and he slapped the inside of my thighs. Then he knelt between my legs and began softly biting and sucking my thighs and pussy lips, and licking my pussy, while tugging on the chain and pushing a finger in my ass. When I was almost ready to orgasm, he stopped and slapped my pussy hard, saying its not time yet. Then he took the clamps and chain off my boobs, licked them with his tongue, and sucked them softly. He led me to the bathroom and handed me a fleet enema and told me come out when I was finished. When I walked back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch with his pants off. He told me to kneel between his legs and suck his cock. I did. It was already hard and a bit thicker and longer than my exes. I licked his cock and hairy balls before I began to suck. He stopped me before he came, once again saying that it wasn't time yet. There was a dog collar laying on the coffee table with a gold metal label that said "Pet". He told me to fasten it around my neck.

Then he led me into the kitchen and down some steps into a pantry cellar which had shelves holding canned goods. He opened a steel door and led me down more steps to another room. He said it was built as a bomb shelter and was about 12 feet wide and maybe 15 feet long. The walls, floor and ceiling were concrete and painted a bright red. He told me that we were six feet underground and that, it was sound-proof. My skin felt goose bumpy because the temperature was about 60 degrees. There were large wood floor to ceiling posts down the middle of the room with metal ring at various heights, whips and floggers hanging on the walls, some cabinets, and a number of benches, tables, and a red padded cross. There were also some flood lights on tripods. He took me to a table and had me lie down and put my legs in stirrups like on a doctors examining table. Then he got a plug with a hairy red tail on it from one of the cabinets, put some lube on it, and slowly pushed it into my ass. It was about the same size as a cock and was only slightly painful. He licked my pussy some more until I was ready to cum; then he stopped. He led me to the cross and buckled my wrists and ankles to the ends with cuffs; and, attached clamps to my nipples. He got a flogger from the wall and started whipping me from my thighs to my boobs. The flogging was more feathery than painful, even when he lashed me hard. He explained that he had floggers that would hurt a lot more. I could see my skin getting pink and felt a warm sensation where he flogged me. He told me to use a scale from 1 to 5 to describe the level of pain, with 5 meaning too much. I said 1. Then he got a flood lamp and a camera. I told him I didn't want pictures taken; and, he said that he wouldn't show my face. Then he blindfolded me. The next thing I felt was a sharp sting on my left boob. Then on my right, then my thigh, stomach, and another on my boobs. Pause. Then a couple hard slaps on each boob that made them bounce. Even though it hurt, I was feeling aroused. I've always liked it when men felt and played with my boobs. Then he was wrapping something around the base of my boobs. Pause. I think he was taking pictures. Then, I felt some hard lashes (cane) on both boobs. He did 10 in total. The cane felt different, not like a sting, more like a slap. I liked it better. My boobs were radiating to my pussy and making it itch. Then he applied a vibe to my clit and I orgasm-ed hard. He unbuckled me from the cross and took me back to the table with stirrups, laid me down, and fucked my pussy until I had another orgasm. He moved to the head of the table and fucked my face until he coated my mouth and throat with his cum and told me to swallow every drop. I did. It was getting late by then and he took me back upstairs and gave me a strong drink of whisky before bed. As we drank, he asked me how I felt so far; and, I said I loved it. He said that tomorrow would be even better. Then took me to bed, applied an aloe cream to my "pretty titties" and fucked my pussy again, cumming inside me.

Saturday morning, I had hickeys on my inner thighs and my boobs. I made a big breakfast with bacon, eggs, toast and jam. Afterwards, Mike instructed me to take another enema after taking a shower. When I finished, I found him at his computer emailing pictures to someone. I think they were my pics. He smacked my ass a few times and pinched my boobs. Then he chastised me for forgetting to put my collar on. I went and did that. I was ordered to clean his bathroom and vacuum his living room floor. As I did that, he occasionally whipped my ass with a belt. He asked me what I wanted him to do to me; and, I responded "whatever pleases you Sir". I was starting to learn my role. He said to get my leash; and, he led me back down to the bomb shelter. He told me to get on the table; and, he inserted another butt plug, this one without a tail. Then he said to go to the cross and spread my arms and legs. He attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. They had a soft lining and were attached to the cross with clips that allowed a few inches of movement. He added a blindfold. The next thing I felt were tiny pin pricks that traveled up and down my arms and legs, across my tummy and around my boobs. It didn't really hurt but was tantalizing. I later found that it was a wheel with a handle. He pushed it hard a couple times and broke the skin on my boob and ass, leaving a little mark like a hypodermic needle. Then he taped a vibrating egg in my pussy and turned it on to a low setting. He turned me around on the cross so that I was facing the cross and had my back to him and attached clamps to my nipples. I heard some movement then felt that flogger from Friday night whipping my back, ass, and legs. It was just enough to give me a warm feeling. Pause. The I felt a different flogger that had some sting to it. He asked me how that felt and I said 2. He continued whipping my back side and instructed me to count 20 lashes, saying "thank you Sir" after each one. The lashes were maybe 30 seconds apart, which was enough time for the pain to diminish and for me to feel the egg again. I was definitely feeling warm after that. He turned the egg to a higher setting and I felt my juices beginning to run. The next flogger was heavier and landed with a thud instead of a sting. Each lash jolted me, and I said 3 when asked. He gave me another 20 lashes which required the same counting and "thank you Sir". The warm feeling changed to hot, I was panting, and my legs felt weak. It was becoming difficult to stand in high heels with my legs spread apart. The last flogger was a 4 and the egg caused me to cum after the seventh lash. It was a different feeling orgasm than I had experienced before and it felt awesome. The cum was running down my legs and dripping on the floor. He continued to 20. He told me that I was responding well and turning a nice red color; then asked me if I enjoyed my orgasm. I said "God yes" and Thank you Sir. When he removed my blindfold, I saw a flood light and a camera on a tripod that had recorded my whipping. I said nothing about it. He rubbed an aloe cream all over my back, ass, and thighs.

Mike left me alone for a few minutes and returned with a razor and shaving cream. He ordered me to shave his genitals; and, if I nicked him, I would be punished. He laid down on the table and put his legs in the stirrups. He was kind of hairy on his legs and stomach, which made his shaved crotch stand out; but, I did the best I could. There was hair on his cock and his sack and I nicked him a couple of times. He felt it immediately and said I would pay for that. When I finished and cleaned him with a washcloth, he got up and went upstairs. He returned with bottles of water and a cup of yogurt. He gave me a water, opened the yogurt, and stuck his cock in it. He ordered me to lick it off. I ate the yogurt eagerly just because I was hungry; but, his clean-shaved cock was a bonus. Afterwards, he took me back to the table, strapped me down and brought a fucking machine with a dildo that rotated and flexed sideways. He inserted it in my pussy and turned it on. It moved in and out and flexed so that it alternately contacted my g-spot and bumped my cervix. Then he left me for a couple of hours. The machine drove me crazy and I was moving my hips to get more of the dildo. I don't know how many times I orgasm-ed until I became dry and it became painful. Towards the end, Mike returned and I sensed another presence in the room. There were no voices; but, I felt a different hand on my boobs, squeezing and kneading. A different cock was on my lips and I eagerly took it in my mouth and sucked on it until it creamed in my mouth.

An hour later, Mike released me from the table and took me upstairs. It was 8pm, and we ate a pizza and drank some wine. He took me to bed and fucked my ass for the first time. It didn't hurt at all because I had had that plug in me all day. I fell asleep right away. Sunday morning, he took me back to my car and said he would call me during the week.

I would like ur thoughts on a pakistani girl cheating on her husband with a white guy, i got to know this girl well a close friend but she confessed that when she had time of work a couple of weeks ago she went to the cinema with this dude. I no longer work at the place where she does but i only live over the road from it. What punishment should be dished out to her i have no more contact with her but id love to see her punished all the same, flogged in public would be nice

18/f
i confess i write stories & ideas of things i want to do & have done to me & send them to my master. im gonna share my newest one

im bored one afternoon, you had to work late so your not coming over, so i go for a walk to the local pub sitting down i have a drink
talking to the barman. a customer comes over and complains about the mens toilets being closed due to plumbing issues
ive been running low on pocket money latly & i've had a big appitite so i talk to the barman who arranges for a
closet to be set up as a toilet, i kneel down inside & wait egerly for the men to walk in, drinking all their piss & occasionally
getting guys who need a good shit, a chair with the bottom removed is placed inside & when the guys need to shit they sit down &
i lay under the chair my face under their ass, i start licking there hole till my mouth is filled with shit eating it i keep going
till they finish.
everyone who enters the closet puts a note be it $5- $50 in a bag on the door. i eat & drink as much as i can, till im really horny.
going back out to the bar i strip & lay on a table, placing a sign beside me 'do -anything- you want to me for $10' guys start to crowd around
first off one guy grabs me by the hair & me in doggystyle he face fucks me rough stopping a few times to spit in my face & slap me hard so i see stars
another guy grabs a 600ml beer bottle shoving it in my pussy & his cock in my ass & fucks me rough. guys remove their belts & flog my body all over
piss in my mouth & gag me till i puke then make me lick it up.
the barman makes sure the whole thing is recorded. after its finished i have a good $1000 in my money bag
going home i buy a new outfit to wear for you & more tourcher toys. the barman gives me a copy of the tape too.
when you come over the next day i put on my new outfit lay out the new toys & put on the dvd for you to watch & then punish me for it.

I have a confession,and i think its causing a problem in my marriage. I've been married for 15 years to the same women who i love dearly. I've tried talking many times with her but she just doesn't get it, its not all about the sex physically, I like the mind fucking,the short skirt no panties, the masturbating whilst im at work etc etc, then teasing me,the telling me what she's been up to, but i always seam to be waiting for it to happen (it never does) unless ive asked her to do something or hinted so badly.(for me that spoils the whole meaning,this is now where the problem lies, i found a old baby monitor in the loft a few months back and ive installed the listening device secretly in our bedroom and i think im addicted to waitingfor her to go to bed (im making excuses saying ill be up soon just going to have a quick game on ps3 or im watching this watching that etc) in hope shell go to bed get herself horny and fuck herself, play with her pussy, watch porn and get herself off (these things we have spoken about)so i can hear her do these things without her knowing i can here her ill sit for a hour or more until i know she's a sleep and that's it, im getting really board of doing this but im addicted, im now at a point where ill turn sex down with my wife, in hope this will trigger her to do something different. but its like flogging a dead donkey.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/video/2009/apr/02/swat-valley-flogging
Mmmm diversity !! This is what is coming to a Country near you.

A video showing a teenage girl being flogged by Taliban fighters has emerged from the Swat Valley in Pakistan, offering a shocking glimpse of militant brutality in the once-peaceful district, and a sign of Taliban influence spreading deeper into the country.

The two-minute video, shot using a mobile phone, shows a burka-clad woman face down on the ground. Two men hold her arms and feet while a third, a black-turbaned fighter with a flowing beard, whips her repeatedly.

"Please stop it," she begs, alternately whimpering or screaming in pain with each blow to the backside. "Either kill me or stop it now."

A crowd of men stands by, watching silently. Off camera a voice issues instructions. "Hold her legs tightly," he says as she squirms and yelps.

I confess that I want to find rapists and torture them, and not in a sexual way, just any way possible, car batteries, flogging, just any way to make them feel the pain of what they did to someone.

i confess that letting another guy into my relationship totally fucked it up.
my gf Angela said she wanted to explore having two men all over her, and i was so hooked on her pussy that i agreed to let it happen. some guy she had met playing wow who seemed safe she said.
we got really drunk and really high and fucked a few times, then i tied her up on the bed for him. she wore a blindfold. i greeted him at the front door and led him straight to the bedroom. i wanted to get it over with already. she squirmed on her belly as we entered the room. i slapped her ass and she raised it.
"show him how wet your slutty little pussy is Angie", i said. she spread as his fingers entered her dripping cunt.
then he flogged her. then he undressed as i pulled her lips to my cock, which after a day of drinking and fucking was not responding as i had hoped. i hung there limp and saw him, twice as hard and twice as thick as my cock at its best. i nodded to him, knowing he knew what to do.
from my living room couch i had a perfect view of them fucking on our bed. i was stoned as fuck. i felt somewhat inadequate but too high to care. holy fuck he drilled her hard. they fucked like animals. i was jealous as fuck. i knew my cock could never compare. he just kept pumping and pumping into my woman and she kept saying oh my god oh my god and i really just wanted him dead. he started out with a condom but then he pulled out and she pulled it off and she took those 10 thick inches in her mouth and he let go. then he was right back in her still hard and fucking away. they laughed a lot and talked a lot and i smoked a bunch of dope and drank my wine and realized that this was probably not the first time they had fucked nor would it be the last. they acted like lovers in heat. they fucked for another hour while i watched tv then he left and then everything got really quiet for days and days until she moved out with no word.
my guess is he stole her away. i can't blame her really. she was perfect for 18 months and i am happy with that. we explored some serious fantasies and she loved pain and taboo. so it was fun but i wish
i had told her NO.

Holy shit.... I confess.. I found myself one incredible slut. I cannot believe my luck. This girl is employed, has a car, her shit together and worships the ground I walk on. She LOVES pain. Loves to be beaten, whipped, abused, fisted, flogged.... anything that makes her hurt. She calls me Daddy and begged me to take control of her life. By day shes a office manager. But at home "behind closed doors" she completely surrenders to me. She cannot cum without pain.