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Come and chat with us!

2011-11-22T12:17:00.002+01:00

I just discovered a great and friendly chat for those of us who are into BDSM. Go to the BDSM chatroom and check it out for yourself. I am sure English is OK and there are lots of wonderful Swedish submissives online. Have fun!

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

2011-08-15T10:51:00.010+02:00

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 ;-)

Naughty girl trashed by Strict Lady each weekend

2011-08-07T19:52:00.008+02:00

Although I am maybe not the greatest fan of Facebook - sometimes I think FB stinks - this forum definitely has its assets. I have made lots of new friends and contacts there and now and then there comes somebody just like myself. Like Titti. We have been talking a lot and it seems like she lives a very exciting life, meeting with her 'strict lady' each weekend. Or, at least, she used to.

Titti is a beautiful Swedish blonde, now living in Malmoe after moving from home. She is 28 yo and one of her greatest passion is dancing, mainly lindy hop, street dance and even some break dance at times. The dancing occupies a great deal of her life when she is not working at a local call center and over the years she has tried out numerous different sports. 'Maybe the sports have been a way of trying to find a substitute for living out my masochistic urges' she says.

Yes, she is a masochist. She tells me that she was always dreaming about submission, spanking and other forbidden pleasures. When playing with other kids she was usually the black sheep who had to be punished and she enjoyed it. Oh yes, it surely brings menories from my own childhood when I was playing Cowboys and Indians with the boys and always seemed to be the one tied to the totem pole... As for Titti, her first real life experience of spanking was together with her then boyfriend and she enjoyed it very much although their relationship didn't last very long.

As with so many of us, Titti's forbidden thoughts would not be suppressed and she started actively seeking information. She went to different fetish parties and although she participatred actively the real special sensation that she was yearning for would not come to her. She also started doing self-punishments but it usually didn't feel very good. The best results were achieved by an improvised spanking machine which she made from a chair, a bamboo stick and a heavy duty rubber band and it almost felt like being caned for real. Yes, this was what she wanted. She really enjoyed feeling strokes from the cane across her bottom without being able to control them herself.

Eventually, Titti met a man who introduced her to spanking and all of a sudden everything fell into place. She realized that what really fired her was having her bottom trashed and she wanted to try anything. As she puts it, she became something of a 'tryoholic' (love that word!) and she tried anything from stinging nettles to various spanking implements. But it wasnt until one day she met a very special lady while chatting in a spanking forum. It turned out they had earlier met at some fetish parties but nothing special had happened. As they were chatting, both Titti and her strict lady realized what they wanted. They were both very interested in good, old-fashioned spankings and corporal punishment, without sex and all the bdsm gear.

When they first met, Titti and her new friend just sat chatting, drinking coffee and so on. They agreed that none of them wante a stop word, in order to make the punishment session as realistic as possible. On their first evening together, Titti got spanked and when she went home that night, she knew that this lady had succeeded to ignite the fire of passion within her – a fire which would just continue growing.

It took a long time before Titti heard from the Strict Lady again but finally she got a very special SMS and from that day they were seeing each other at least every weekend, usually on a Sunday. The sessions generally takes the whole day and at first, Titti presents her diary of the week for approval. Usually there are quite a few reasons for punishment.

The Strict Lady uses many different implements, like canes, belts, birch twigs and lots of different things. Titti especially loves being caned and she is very proud of her marks when the Lady sends her home, very sore and now a good girl. It has happened that the cane has been used with such intensity that it has broken the skin and although that is maybe not Titti’s cup of tea she gladly accepts her punishment and is always longing for their next date. She especially loves ending over a chair, kneeling in the sofa or lying over the kitchen table, her posterior beckoning for the trashing. Corner time and stinging nettles in her pants are other favourites.

It seems like sweet Titti has finally got what she had been dreaming of. But last time we were chatting on MSN she told me she had a new boyfriend and when they met she had stopped seeing the Strict Lady. Sofar he knows nothing about Titti’s secret passions and the question is if their love will be strong enough to extinguish the raging fire within her. Anyhow, it is great to see another girl deciding to do something about her secret fantasies. I wish you all the best for the future, sweetie and I hope to talk to you soon. xxxxx tina

Breanne – a true Texan NHPS!

2011-05-21T02:07:00.014+02:00

Ever heard about NHPS before? No? Well, it stands for Nympho Humiliation Pain Sluts and believe me, this sweet Texan redhead surely fits the description extremely well. If you check out her daily assignments posts at http://michaelalexanderstories.blogspot.com/ you will understand why.

Breanne surely is one of the most exciting friends I have made for a long time in cyberspace and like myself she is constantly horny, a painslut with a never ending desire to experiment and experience new heights. She was kind enough to let me interview her and so I am now very proud to present this farmer’s daughter from Katy, TX, in the good ol’US of A.

Yes, I live on a farm. Actually, I’ve pretty much lived here all my life, except for the four years I was away at college, and even then I was only about forty five minutes away from home. The farm belongs to my parents. Dad inherited it and it has been in the family since before the Great Depression. We’re small and we are mixed use. Half of our land is good grazing, the other half is good for agriculture, so we do a little bit of both. We have a small herd of cattle, about fifteen horses, goats, a few llamas, and somewhere out there is a stupid emu which I can’t catch and my dad bought off a fellow rancher a few years ago to “try out”. On the agricultural side we do mostly soybeans, but we rotate crops every once in a while and handle corn, cotton, and last year, when dad got a burr up his butt, kale. Who the hell eats kale? I’m pretty much the only “farmhand”, which is why I’m not doing “Daily Assignments”, but more like “Once a week assignments.” For big projects we hire temp hands to help out, but mostly it’s just me.

Right, but this blog is supposed to be about sex, violence, sadism and other exciting things so let’s tone down the agricultural part of the story and have a closer look at Breanne Erickson. Who is she really? And, yes, I know you are wondering: how did she get to become a painslut?

To be honest, my interest in pain and humiliation first started after being introduced to the whole BDSM world by my best friend. We were fifteen and I was a frequent over night guest. Kari’s parents were separated and not yet divorced, and Kari had found her dad’s collection of BDSM videotapes. Real VCR tapes! Since her mom was out line dancing, Kari and I snuggled down in the living room, and watched several that evening. I was glad I had a blanket cause I was um… rather taken with the whole thing. We made a habit of watching the tapes over the next two months or so and it became obvious that I identified more with the girls being tormented, while Kari was intrigued by the whole dominatrix thing. Then one night, again by ourselves, Kari held out our two favourite tapes and told me to pick one. Not to watch, but to act out. That night was the first time I had ever been tied down. Kari whipped me, though not hard or anything, and I got screwed with a variety of vegetables from Kari’s fridge. It was awesome and I was hooked.

You get the picture? Breanne tells me that sex wasn’t really a part of her life until she got about twelve. Her mother’s romance novels didn’t do much for her but eventually nature found its way with Breanne and she started to do some self-exploration. She actually lost her virginity to a hairbrush at thirteen!

Today Breanne is a beautiful woman of 25, 5’4/1.63, 117lbs/53 kilos. Officially, she is 36-24-34, with a B sized cup. She is generally playful, a little sarcastic, sometimes moody, but usually pretty positive. She’s also an early riser, usually getting up around five in the morning and usually in bed early. No wonder… you can have a lot of fun in bed mmmmm

As for self punishments these are often an integral part of Breanne’s daily assignments and so she has become pretty used to doing it. Yes, she even does it without anybody ordering her. She often uses clamps and ice on herself. Plus the occasional rubber band. One of her biggest favourites is being whipped but she admits it’s quite hard to do right as you can never spank yourself hard enough (or so she thinks). So she prefers a helping hand… Which makes me want to recommend the use of a sjambok (further details in an upcoming post) or a birch… but maybe birch trees are not so common in Texas? Anyway, these are perfect for whipping yourself and believe me, they do pay big dividends. ;-)

Breanne is also a very productive and exciting writer. She is very modest about it but do check out her blog at http://michaelalexanderstories.blogspot.com/ and her stories on http://www.michaelalexanderstories.com/ and I think you will agree with me that she is something special. She got in touch with Michael Alexander who was starting up his website and he asked her to join as a co-author. Yes, she does get paid for her work but as I understand it this hasn’t sofar really made her a rich woman. But, what the heck, her parents pay her for taking care of the farm, as well as giving her room and board, so she doesn’t really have many “expenses”, unless you call purchasing condoms in bulk an expense…

Breanne’s family are aware of her bisexuality but her actual sexual activities are unknown to them. She has learnt the hard way not to be too open about her sex life since the day a guy with whom she had been doing cam sessions turned up at her and her girlfriend’s apartment and wanted her IRL. They had to call the cop to get him out.

Are you getting curious about this girl? Do check out her story Riding The Wooden Horse at the free story archive at http://www.michaelalexanderstories.com/sub_pages/free_archive/ridingwoodenpony/ride1.html and I am sure you will agree with me that she is indeed somethin’ else. She tells me she would love to live the life of 'O' for real and would even accept the brand.

Breanne’s Daily Assignments is a regular feature of her blog and she has told me that she will gladly accept an assignment from YOU, my dear blog followers. This is provided the assignment does not clash with her preferences and it should also make for good reading. But I am sure you can think of many ways to punish this lovely lass at a distance. Her limits are no blood, no pee or scat play, no children, and nothing that will get her arrested (within reason). She adds:

I also like to make sure everyone who proposes an assignment understands that I’m REALLY doing these things, so they have to be realistic. So if you assign me to “screw three hundred guys”, I’m going to have to negotiate a little about that. I also am allowed to nix things based on medical reasons. See, the nice thing about being a submissive is that we are really the ones in charge. We can always say no. We just don’t want too!

Do you want to dominate sweet Breanne and give her an assignment? Please send a detailed description of what you want her to do IRL and I will forward your messages to her instantly. She will report about her assignment in her blog (and hopefully mine). And do become a VIP member of the Michael Alexander Stories for more great stories from Breanne and MORE!

How about a hot MILF?

2011-05-04T16:04:00.008+02:00

Yes, as I am no longer a teenager I guess I could be referred to as a MILF. The strange thing is that I am a lot hornier now than in my teenage years ;-) I just heard about a new MILF site and if this attracts you why don't you check it out? Just click the banner below for a lot of hardcore sex action with mature women.

As for myself I am taking off my nipple & clit clamps now... they have been on for about an hour so I guess it's gonna hurt bad when taking them off mmmmmmmmm

Whipped women suffering under the cruel lash

2011-05-03T13:37:00.018+02:00

Does the subject of women being whipped excite you? Do you enjoy watching women suffering under the lash? Just look at the posterior of this lusty wench beckoning for the cuts of the whip. Give it to her good... soon she will be hot and ready mmmmmmmm

Master and I love watching videos like this together and they always inspire us for real life punishments. In fact, it seems like Master lays on the whip extra hard on me each time we have
watched a whipping video first.

This blonde actually resembles me quite a lot although she has got larger breasts :-( *jealous*
So it is just right that she gets an extra hard flogging... don't stop... just whip her harder...

Actually, when watching pictures and videos like this I get extremely horny and I have to do something about it real soon. Fortunately Master has allowed me to cum... and I do all the time... mmmm I do need a harsh whipping myself now... if you would like to see more of these gorgeous ladies suffering under the whip, go to Whipped Women.com immediately. Tell them tinaslut sent you - and enjoy!

Want to chat with this horny slut?

2011-05-02T21:48:00.005+02:00

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...

Sinful tina is lusty and longing...

2011-05-01T13:42:00.005+02:00

Has it really been that long? My latest post is from January 11 this year and despite my abscence I see that each week about the same number of visitors comes here. As I can't see who you are it makes me wonder if it is my loyal friends coming back again and again in the hope of see some sign of life from me or if it is new visitors who have found something of interest in my blog. Generally, each visitor seems to spend several minutes here so I must have done something right :-)

My friends, I feel guilty for letting you down all the time. There really are no excuses. If you visit my blog and expect to find new content the least I can do is updating it now and then. After all it is a labour of love and believe me, I do get very aroused many times from writing my blog posts. To easen my guilt a bit I started using the riding crop on myself a few days back and the thought of my faithful visitors made the strokes very vicious and hard ones. My thighs and bottom are covered with welts and I am black and blue... and horny! Seems like each spring the desire to be whipped and punished takes over me and I have continued to add to all the welts and marks on my body by using the riding crop on myself each morning. I always start slowly first and make long intervals between each stroke, then increase the tempo and finally I am whipping myself like in a frenzy, like I want to whip the Devil out of myself! But whoever it is who has taken control of my sinful self he is there to stay.

If there is any comfort to you I give myself several hundreds of strokes with the riding crop each and every day now and it does hurt. It hurts terribly! I whip myself and build up a tremendous heat within me, until I simply must let go and flow with the eruption. I masturbate like crazy and come again and again. When I come to my senses I put the riding crop away for later use and then I can start a new wonderful day, striped and welted as I should be.

Lately I have been doing roleplays with people I have met in various chat forums. I get very aroused by being a victim of extreme tortures and punishments but my limits are very clear: no kidsex, animal sex or scat. Neither do I understand the point of amputations and mutilation - it's a complete turn-off to me. But some scenes can be so exciting that I feel like I am becoming a part of it in real life and hardly know who or where I am afterwards.

One scene which has been occupying my mind very often lately is that I am a prostitute who has seduced a wealthy man and his wife is furious and wants revenge. Through her connections she has had me imprisoned and sentenced to public floggings. She oversees each flogging and the muscular man who whips me really does a great job. Now and then the cruel woman urges him to whip me harder and he often doesn't stop until I hang limp in my shackles, my body covered with welts and bloody scars. The most exciting thing is the woman's vicious smile as she watches my flogging and it will be repeated again and again as I am flogged each fortnight. Thousands of hard lashes will leave permanent marks on my body. After the flogging I am so weak I can't stand up and I am taken to the prison hospital. When I am back in my cell I can be used freely by anyone who wants me and the cruel woman often visits me at night to torture and humiliate me even further. I am continously raped and the rough sex drives me to countless orgasms each day. I am turning into a painslut who desperately needs to be tortured, raped and humiliated each day. Often there is a long line of men and women standing outside my cell waiting for their turn. When I have finally received all the lashes I shall be branded publically with a red hot iron so that I will wear the woman's personal mark for the rest of my life.

This sort of fantasies fires me extremely and it gives me a lot of inspiration for writing stories. If only I had the motivation, the self-discipline to get further and complete the job. But instead I allow myself to fall under the influence of procrastination and so the wheel starts spinning all the slower until it finally stops. That's the reason why I may be away so long at times.

Anybody out there who have some good advice how to overcome the procrastination once and for all? Because this is what I really want. When I write, fantasize, interact with others and when I am punished IRL or do it myself, then I am indeed a hot lusty girl. I would really want it that way all the time. But how? Life isn't always easy.

Another thing that turns me on is pictures of women being punished and used. Like the one below, for instance. This single drawing can build up a scenario in my mind for an entire book. So why is it that I haven't already completed my second book as there are just a few chapters left to write? It feels like now is the time to do it. The working title is 'The Devil's Daughter'. Would you like to buy a copy?

Deep passionate hungry kisses from tina xxxxxxxxxxxxx

The risk of sub drop after a bdsm session

2011-01-11T13:25:00.004+01:00

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

2011-01-08T12:04:00.009+01:00

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...

Please help Marie helping the children

2011-01-06T18:45:00.008+01:00

My friend, the stunningly beautiful Marie K Williams a/k/a Marie Blondie, asks for your help in raising funds for a setting up a school project, initially aimed at helping children and young people in India. Marie tells that

I visited Goa, in India, in November 2010. I was shocked to see young Children begging in the streets and was disturbed and moved by what I saw. I even had a Mother come and ask me if I would buy her Baby.

Marie has established a foundation for carrying out her goals. If you feel that you would like to support her cause please check out her foundation's website at http://www.marieblondiefoundation.com/ It is not the size of the contributions that matter - the important thing is to act. Nobody can solve everybody's problems but together we can do a great deal.

Marie is a professional model and if you want to know more about her do check out her website http://www.marieblondie.com/en/index If you are on Facebook you are welcome to join her group The Marie Blondie Foundation.

Tell her tina sent you...

tinaslut on Twitter

2011-01-06T15:44:00.001+01:00

I am now also on Twitter http://twitter.com/#!/tinaslut/

Where are you, Erica?

2011-01-05T11:30:00.004+01:00

My sweet friend, where are you? I am very worried about you and I would be so glad to hear from you. During last year I have forwarded a number of requests to you and I don't know if you have found your new Master. Neither do I know anything about how your treatment has worked out but I sincerely hope that you are getting well. There may be many reasons for being absent (just ask me!) but I do hope you will be back soon and I am sending positive thoughts to you and look forward to hear from you soon. Hugs and kisses from tina xxxxxxx

Blonde slave girl getting punished

2011-01-05T00:41:00.004+01:00

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

Submissive masochist girl looking for a new Master

2010-09-19T18:30:00.005+02:00

I was very glad to hear from my Facebook friend Erica the other day. For a very long time she had been absent and I had been wondering what had become of her. She told me she had been in a relationship with a Master who had after a year thrown her away and decided to substitute her with another girl, younger – and, as Erica says – prettier than herself. That surely must be a girl out of this world… I mean, if you have somebody like Erica who is totally devoted to you, why on earth would you want to change?

Anyway, Erica is now searching for a new Master. Somebody who want a long term relationship and will still be there in 20 years. She still wear permanent marks that the Master who abandoned her put on her body and she says that this has caused some to see her as ‘damaged goods’. The relationship was one including many severe punishments and Erica tells me that she was whipped with 12-50 lashes about three times a week, with whips, dog chains, knotted ropes, bamboo canes and so on. Often she begged to be punished but sometimes it happened that he went too far. Even as a true masochist, Erica has her limits. Before being thrown out she had to kneel before his new slave and Erica’s former Master told what the younger girl could expect, what his former slave could take and he showed her the marks on Erica’s body.

This is by no means a dating agency but if you are seriously interested in getting in touch with Erica and think that you share her ideas of a perfect relationship, please mail me at tinaslut@hotmail.com and I will forward your mail so she can get back to you. I sincerely hope that very soon I will be able to tell you that she has found her match.

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

2010-09-17T11:31:00.006+02:00

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.

I am now registred at The Slave Register

2010-09-07T13:35:00.003+02:00

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?

Welcome!

Tina's punishments: Branded...

2010-09-07T12:50:00.006+02:00

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!

2010-09-05T13:21:00.007+02:00

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

The fantasy continues...

2010-05-24T18:46:00.009+02:00

This is the woman I would be in this scene. My name is Acllacuna which is an old Incan name meaning 'chosen woman'. And indeed I have been chosen. Chosen by the cruel commander of this camp, 'el comandante'. He has chosen me to be his private mistress and in order to break me he has just given me an extra severe flogging with his heavy leather whip and the pain plus the heat (this is at noon) almost made me pass out. I have fallen to the ground, feeling like I can't take it any more. Meanwhile the American pair have been dragged into the camp. They are traveling around the country and have been arrested on false grounds for drug smuggling. This is actually a prison camp but it is run by El Comandante in his own very special way and as this man is heavily corrupted and protected by powerful forces he can do anything he please with the women sent to the camp for correction.

I am actually a descendant of the Inca people and by my nature I am very proud and stubborn. Therefore, El Comandante sees it as a special challenge to break me and make me submit to be his slave. But I refuse to surrender and I always tell him I would rather die than be his slave. He flogs me furiously and is enraged every time I refuse to submit. Right now I am dizzy and half unconscious while the deep scars from the whip in my flesh hurt enormously.

So what will happen? Will he succeed in breaking me or will he eventually lose his interest in me and go for some other woman? Maybe he will want to own the blonde instead? All women are repeatedly raped by the guards plus male convicts from a nearby prison who are taken to this camp at regular intervals as a bonus. Many of the women are later sold to brothels around the country or ends up as personal slaves of wealthy men.

How do you think the story should go on? This could be really exciting. What will my next punishment be? What will happen to the other women and the American couple? You who are already participating in the fantasy, how will you proceed? Please let me know... I'm very excited about this.

The sinful slut tina is dreaming and masturbating...

2010-05-20T17:01:00.005+02:00

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.

Behind closed doors

2010-04-09T08:04:00.004+02:00

Please come to me. I am yearning for your touch, reaching out my hand to caress your soft hair. My pouting lips are yearning for the touch of yours. Your sweet ripe swelling lips. Please come close to me. We hug and for a while I bury my face in your soft golden hair, totally filled by the sweet scent of you. Gently my lips touch the soft skin of your cheek, advancing kiss by kiss towards your sweet kissable lips. Our hands are slowly sliding down each others bodies and as I feel your hands cupping my bottom globes I rub myself slightly at you, first cautious, then more determined. Our breasts are pressed together and I can feel your stiff hard nipples pressing into my flesh. My gorgeous friend, if you only knew the power you have over me by just being you. I am attracted to you by a magnetism that hold me captured forever and I could never break away even if I wanted to.

We have all the time in the world. Our kisses get more and more intense, passionate, lustful, yearning, demanding. We are exploring each other with all our senses and our tongues and fingers seem to find spots that we were unaware of ourselves. I keep coming back to your lips, mesmerized by their firmness and beauty, pressing the tip of my tongue in between them, feeling you opening yourself up to greet me. Our tongues playing with each other, we are sucking, biting, first gently, then more demanding and I can feel a streak of viciousness from you as you sink your teeth into my lips… mmmm you have conquered me and you know it… your pretty love bites on my neck, biting my years, suddenly your teeth are all over me, our kissing becoming more aggressive, our caresses turning into pinching, slapping, our nails sinking in to flesh, leaving marks on soft skin… you clearly are the dominant part now… before I know it I lie on my back spread wide open, so utterly exposed for you… mmm you gorgeous wonderful powerful female, you have conquered me and I know that this is just a beginning of what’s to come… and I am in heaven, totally swept away by an immense wave of passions and lusts so intense they fill my entire being, my mind, my soul, every nerve of my body… please let this never end… mmmmmmm xxxxxxxxx

Pliers - the tools of lust

2010-04-08T10:17:00.005+02:00

I am standing in front of the bathroom mirror, making myself ready for an important meeting. For a while I was considering the lipstick which I call ‘whorish red’ but I realize it wouldn’t be appropriate. All of a sudden I am overwhelmed by lust. It can happen anytime and often when I am in a hurry, like now. I am expected at the meeting in less than 30 minutes and should be rushing out. But what do I do? I become itchy and sultry and realize that I must ease the pressure in one way ore another. My nipples are stiff and erect,protruding through the fabric of my top. Right away I realize what I must do. Like in a trance I walk away to a cupboard and come out with a pair of flat jaw pliers. I stand in front of the mirror and take off the top to expose my b cups with its hard nipples. I close the jaws slowly around my left nipple and gradually apply more pressure, twisting and pulling. All the time I am looking into my eyes, focusing on them. Just as if somebody else was guiding my hand my grip of the handles hardens and as my nipple is crushed between the jaws I feel the pain building up to an extent that it becomes too much. But I still press the jaws together, flattening my nipple. Tears are flowing down my face as I crush my nipple harder and harder between the jaws of the pliers. For a while I ease the grip just to press the handles together again, harder this time.

When I go over to my right nipple my left one is hurting like an open wound and the excrutiating pain spreads through my body. I want to make my right nipple hurt even more and press the handles together so hard I feel my wrist starting to shake. I have to bite my lips to endure the pain and my eyes are blinded by tears.

When I finally rush out my nipples are hurting extremely and every move I make is very painful as my crushed swollen nipples presses against the fabric of my top. I am lucky to immediately catch a bus and I will be arriving at the meeting just in time. I chose a seat in the back of the bus and I have my briefcase over my lap. Nobody can see what I am doing and I just must rub myself. Can I get an orgasm before I get off the bus? I simply must relieve all the tension that has built up within me. Surely the people at the meeting will feel the scent and realize what I have done? But do I care? I simply cannot resist. I have to bite my lip hard to prevent me from crying out as I come and my panties are wet. Surely it must be obvious to everybody?

I put the pair of pliers in my bathroom cupboard for further use whenever I feel needy. Naturally I am longing for you to use them on my nipples and other parts of my body. Not to mention that I am just dying to feel your teeth closing around my hard erect nipples, sinking into them, making me scream from pain-filled lust... mmmmm please bite me real hard...

I'm such a horny sinful slut!

2010-04-07T11:22:00.002+02:00

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?

2010-04-06T14:12:00.002+02:00

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

2010-04-04T09:41:00.002+02:00

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!

2010-02-24T00:47:00.002+01:00

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...

Freedom of speech? Not on Facebook!

2010-01-19T07:40:00.005+01:00

Just to let you know that the Facebook group I started, 'Masochistic Women', was just removed by Facebook. Why? It definitely contained no offensive images - I checked it out daily to see that no photos of the sort had been added in order not to give Facebook an excuse to remove the group. But obvióusly they don't need any rational reasons as they removed it anyway. I can just assume that it was the name of the group that Facebook didn't approve. Obviously the very description 'masochistic women' is something obscene in some people's minds. What if for instance the gay community was treated this way? Dare we mention freedom of speech?

Will this sort of censorship happen also to the blogging community? I don't think so. There are too many resources which will help you getting your message through if one fails. The trouble with Facebook is that they think they have a divine right to decide what you and I should think and write about. This is censorship in its most disgusting form and with the huge fanbase that Facebook has today they are acting like they have a monopoly of network building resources. You may have built a network of thousands of friends just to have your account blocked at the whim of somebody who just wants to use his power. Yes, somehow I doubt there is any women behind this nonsense.

Anyway, tomorrow some entrepreneur out there will have created a better alternative to this community and Facebook will be history...

Masochistic Women’s Group

2010-01-15T11:16:00.003+01:00

Thanks to my friend Mo Tard who took this great pic with Seffana at the Castle of Abadie. More about her on http://www.seffana.net

Here I am again! I hope you are all well and that this is going to be our greatest year sofar. Yes, let’s make it great! ^

I have been using Facebook for a while and although my activities there have been spasmodic it is a forum which has a big potential for creating contacts and it is good for interacting with others. Facebook does have its negative sides, though, especially if you are into our very special interests.

Anyway, I recently started a Facebook group, Masochistic Women. If you are a member of Facebook you are welcome to join. Any member can upload photos, videoclips and so on and discussions are especially welcome. Do check it out. And please accept my apologies for my long absence. Another good reason to have me punished… kisses, tina.

It's all over now...

2009-10-02T19:43:00.005+02:00

Bethanny Anne Lough (Jessica Meyers) March 19, 1982 - October 2, 2009.

Rest in peace, sweet Beth. Our thoughts goes to your friend Jesse who will now have to go on living without you until the day you are reunited.

Update: Beth's heart has stopped and her condition is critical

2009-10-02T12:22:00.005+02:00

Yes, I realize that you want to read about other things and that that's why you came here. Forgive me but I simply cannot think of anything else but Beth right now. I know it may feel a bit strange to pray for the life of somebody you never met or don't know. No, I have never met Beth, either. We only know each other through Facebook. The latest reports from more than three hours ago says she is supported by a breathing machine and her heart has stopped twice. So please concentrate all your thoughts and prayers on her recovery. I am praying for good news soon.

My blog will get back to normal very soon but right now I ask you to join me in focusing on Beth's recovery. Let's make a miracle happen.

Pray for Beth - she needs it right now!

2009-10-01T10:12:00.004+02:00

One of my Facebok friends, the lovely Beth Lough, is at the moment in hospital in a critical condition after a serious car accident. According to her FB page it's updated by a friend who gives us updates on Beth's condition. Please join me in focusing all of your energy, positive thoughts and prayers on her recovery so she can come home to her loved ones very soon. Faith can work miracles. Thank you all.

What’s the point of punishing a masochist?

2009-09-30T08:25:00.003+02:00

Something which is always up for discussion is how a d/s relationship should be. Some of us are relying on written slave contracts which of course may add some extra excitement to the relationship. Others just go along more freely and develop their relationship as they go along. But is it really necessary that a ‘punishment’ should be a negative experience for the sub/slave? If I get a kick out of being whipped, would a proper punishment be just to deprive me of the kiss of the whip? I get the distinct feeling that many are trying to live up to what a relationship between slave and Master should be, based on various books and writings. Just like somebody into religion will try to find the truth in the Bible or in the Koran instead of going into themselves and see what works for them personally. I mean, we all have God/the Power/the Energy or whatever you call it within us, haven’t we?

In our relationship both me and my Master get a kick out of playing and living out our fantasies and it adds such immense enjoyment to our sex life that I can hardly describe it. True, it happens that Master gives me explicit orders not to come for a long time. The strategy is to keep me in a constant state of arousal without being allowed to climax. But the effect of this will be that I will get even more aroused in the process and when I am finally allowed to unleash all the passions and lust which have been building up with in me, my orgasms will be so much more intense and I can keep on climaxing again and again until I feel I’m about to pass out. Master’s strategy of denying me to climax is a means to an end and not actually a pounsihment for making me suffer. The same goes for hard whippings and canings. Yes, it hurts like hell. But in the process an uncontrollable heat will build up within me as my endorphine level is rising, a heat which takes over my body and my mind. It simply gives me an enormous kick, new energy and happiness. Many of you have been there, my friends. You know perfectly well what subspace is all about, when you drift onto the higher level and feel so good you can hardly understand it. I suppose the same thing can be achieved by drugs (it must - why would otherwise so many use them and burn their brains out in the process?).

For me and Master our relationship, our playing and our fantasies is a source of energy and happiness. It’s like opening the door to the other side, to a new wonderful world. In contrast to drugs this has no negative side effects as long as you do play it safe – and that’s where I realize that it could go wrong for many. I cannot stress enough how important it is to read each other, to learn how to feel your partner and her/his reactions.What do you think? What is bdsm and d/s to you? Is it a roleplay according to some determined rules or doy you live it the way me and Master do? Must a punishment be a negative experience for the slave? It will be interesting to hear your thoughts on this. Take care and play safe, tina

Smile - and the world smiles with you!

2009-09-28T09:45:00.006+02:00

It's a great sunny day here in Stockholm and I really feel inspired. How about you? Sure we have all have work and other things hanging over us. Yet everything feels so much easier when you have your dreams and fantasies with you all the time and are looking forward to something nice. Something exciting. Yes, you can fill every day with exciting moments and the most tedious of tasks will all of a sudden become a piece of cake. Everything gets easier if you look upon it with a positive attitude. Yes, my sinful lusty dreams will take me smiling through what would otherwise have been a very boring day.

I hope your day will be a good one, too. Just think of something nice. As you have come here I can well imagine what you'd like to dream about :-) Do it! If your dreams are really vivid and accompanied by a burning desire they will become reality. Who will you meet today? Smile at him/her. Give fate a chance. Your love may be just a smile away.

hugs, tina

Some thoughts on d/s relationships

2009-09-27T17:15:00.005+02:00

One of my Facebook friends, the lovely Miss Kelsie of San Francisco, California has been kind enough to share her thoughts on d/s relationships. Thank you, Miss Kelsie. And naturally all your comments on this are welcome. The following text is by Miss Kelsie.

I am a Domme, but have been a sub in the past. I know what is like to choose to submit to another woman, as well as what it is like to provide another woman with the discipline and direction she desires.

Domination and submission provide exciting play for many of us. But what sometimes get lost in the play are the ideas that should guide the interactions between the Domme and her sub.

To the sub, the discipline required by her Domme should be a source of comfort, confidence, and strength. You may have had a bad day at work. Perhaps others are not being nice to you. But a sub can always point to the tasks she has carried out for her Domme with pride. “Today was horrible at work, but at least I was able to succeed in serving my Mistress.” By carrying out her mistresses orders (no matter how demeaning those orders might sound to others), a sub is building her confidence that she really can do something right.

Some subs are powerful executives who choose to submit as a stress relief and because they feel the calling. Other subs wander as they look to make their way in life. By choosing to submit and giving the Domme control over part of her life, a sub is freeing herself up to do better job in the rest of her world with her school, work, and friends. Her need for solidity, discipline, and achievement will be met by successfully carrying out her Dom’s instructions. Given this solidity, the subs will be better able to deal with the uncertainties and difficulties she will face in the rest of their lives.

Some think of the Domme as being mean to the sub. That is far from the truth. The best Dommes care for their subs and want them to be happy and lead successful lives. Dommes provide their subs with discipline and order. It is true that many of the demands Dommes make upon their sub will be embarrassing, humiliating, or painful. But the point is not that the Domme is doing mean things to the sub. The point is that the sub is choosing to submit to someone she respects and who she thinks can provide her with the guidance and discipline that will make the rest of her life better.

I believe domination and submission works better in the electronic world than in the physical world. In the physical world nothing is ever perfect. Like watching a movie made from a book you loved, physical domination doesn’t turn out to be exactly what you had pictured it being in your mind.

Online, your Domme and your sub are exactly what you want them to be. The play becomes ideal. If you are the Domme you imagine your instructions being followed in the manner which gives you the most pleasure. If you are a sub you imagine the perfect Domme guiding your actions. No real world Domme or subs could ever live up the ideals in people’s minds.

For this reason, I do not confuse the physical and online worlds. I do no physical meets, no webcams, and no phone calls. Doing these confuses the purity available online with the less perfect reality of the physical world.

Also, the Domme should remain a mystery to her subs. Familiarity breeds contempt. Both the Domme role and the sub role should be valued and respected, but they are different. It is perfectly reasonable for the Domme to demand intimate details of the sub’s life. The Domme requires this knowledge to fine tune her orders to her sub. But it is highly inappropriate for the sub to request the same of her Dom. If she does so she will begin to see the Domme as her pal, rather than as someone who rightly can and should provide the sub with the discipline she craves in her life.

The relationship between a sub and her Domme is a private one. There will be no sharing with others on facebook or elsewhere what happens between the two. This intimate relationship is for their pleasure, not the world’s entertainment.
Miss Kelsey

Golden showers

2009-09-27T13:38:00.005+02:00

One of my faithful blog followers and friends just asked me about golden showers. Well, Scipio, I have written about this before: just check out http://tinaslut.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-spoke-to-man-on-bondage-mirc.html I will surely get back to the matter soon. love, tina

Punishment or pleasure?

2009-09-25T09:40:00.007+02:00

Isn't it marvellous how an instrument which is intended for correction and that acts destined to punish us miserable sinners can be such enormous sources of profound happiness and joy? Every time after a severe trashing or a good otk spanking I am simply crazy with lust and it's like floating on waves of pleasure. I experienced smething similar one time when I was given morphine when in the hospital. It was a feeling such as I wanted to embrace the whole world, I was constantly smiling and enjoying life and felt only positive vibrations. Well, you don't need morphine or other addictive substances to experience that. A paddle, cane or a birch will do the trick nicely.

This is going to be a great day. Do enjoy it to the fullest. I certainly will.

Give me a strong, muscular, athletic woman

2009-09-24T15:21:00.005+02:00

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

Please whip me real hard!!!

2009-09-23T14:01:00.008+02:00

God, I feel so hot now! Yes, I'm horny and wet and I just can't stop visualizing. Please note that I don't say fantasizing but visualizing. That's a big difference! Many of us have fantasies but when it's just about mental pictures without really feeling it, experiencing it, desiring it... then it'll stop at just that. A fantasy, just like watching a film or reading a book and then it's back to reality. But what starts as a dream or a fantasy and is fuelled by an ever increasing desire and lust will become reality in the long run! You don't believe me? Well, try it for yourself. There are many books about affirmations around and basically they all tell the same thing: visualize something, desire it - and it will become reality. That goes for masochistic sex dreams as well as more tangible assets like money or whatever you may want.

I have realized that all the time. It's just that for a time I lost my focus. But now everything feels great and I feel the lust and desire building up within me more and more every second... mmm I will have to experience real life pain now before I go insane. And I will experience it!

Somebody might have wondered what happened to the story 'Tina in Saudi Arabia'. Well, I will continue writing on it now. Blame it on procrastination - something which I have just abolished from my mind. Do the story mean that I really want to experience it all in detail as described? Have I booked a ticket for Riyadh and packed down my hooker outfit? Well, the truth is that so many of my fantasies have already become reality and they have all taken me to heights I could never have imagined. Yes, I enjoy pain and humiliation and it fuels my lust as nothing else. As long as it's a lustful experience and does no serious harm it's positive, I think. What do you think? And what are you visaulizing right now? Do you want your dream to come true? As for Saudi Arabia we'll see what happens...

The Facebook Hypocracy

2009-09-23T09:46:00.009+02:00

I just learnt that my old Facebook account 'Tinaslut Sweden' is still there although deactivated which means I cannot log in but all my friends can see the content. But I can't add or remove postings, comments or add new friends.

As this account contained a lot of pics in the style you find in my blog I suppose that it was the hardcore material that made Facebook deactivate my account. But if they do find my material so offensive why on earth don't they remove it all instead of leaving all my dirty pics there for everybody to see? Shall I tell you why?

Advertising money! They realize fully well that this sort of material will attract visitors and so they allow access to it also after I as the owner of the account has been blocked. Visitors will keep on viewing my material and clicking on ad banners long after I'm gone. It should be noted that I was allowed to keep on uploading 'offensive' pics and texts for a long while before I was thrown out. Why is that, do you think? It's pretty obvious: to build up a big library of offensive material for the visitors to drool over. This way they will keep coming back and my pics will keep on help giving exposure to Facebook ads. This is one of the worst hypocracies I have ever seen.

Of course you don't need Facebook to view my pics and texts. You can go directly to my blog. You can be sure that in the future I will not give them any free content in order to later have my account deactivated.

I hereby declare the law of procrastination obsolete

2009-09-22T14:37:00.002+02:00

As you may have noticed procrastination is one of my biggest problems. Correction: it was. But now I find it easier and easier to start writing in my blog. Maybe the fact that my past Facebook account was closed was something positive as it made me take up my blogging again. After all, if my thoughts, interests, pics and film clips don’t suit Facebook why should I waste time producing free content for them so they can make more money through my effort? The least they could do is cooperate, don’t you think? But now all this is a thing of the past.

Please leave a comment while you’re here. Do you think that there is too much hardcore content in my blog? I suppose that you may have some interest in it as you have found your way here. But I would very much like to know more about what turns you on.

Something which really turns me on is feeling the taste of a warm, shivering cock in my mouth, licking, slurping, letting my tongue slide over its shiny head, licking it nice and clean, feeling it pulsating in me, taking it so deep into me I can… as it starts moving slowly back and forth I get more and more excited and I’m longing like crazy for the moment when it will explode in my mouth, start spasming and shooting load after load of its salt tasty nectar deep down my throat… I want to swallow every single drop, I milk it all out and licjk it clean afterwards… sperm is like vitamins for a true slut… taking it in my face surely is humiliating but nothing can match the joy of swallowing it all… mmmmmmmm I just want to do it again and again… love, tina

The Power Of the Crop

2009-09-21T19:14:00.005+02:00

It's so wonderful when I feel my entire body being filled with energy... the power running through every nerve, making me stronger... each time I feel the stinging riding crop smacking real hard into my flesh I gasp from lust and pain and beg for another one, harder please... and then another... the pain spreads like a wonderful heat through my body and make me healed, content... and, yes, horny... ;-) please don't stop...

Erica in the hands of The Inquisition

2009-09-20T17:12:00.004+02:00

Here's to you, Erica. I hope you will enjoy it.

It could have been just because she needed a rest from the sunny hot weather outside that Erica ended up in the museum. Actually she had never been there before. Yet she soon realized that she had come there for a purpose. Yes, she was destined to discover that very special painting which was displayed in one of the smaller rooms dedicated to more obscure artists.It was a huge colour painting done in a style which reminded Erica of the wellknown Dutch masters like Rembrandt and others. Not only were every detail extremely realistic but ther was a certain luster over the painting which created a very special athmosphere. The name of the artist meant nothing to her but she was mesmerized by the scene depicted. It was the interior of a torture chamber with many sinister looking devices and several men dressed in brown robes, brandishing whips. Another man was sitting behind a desk, taking notes. Everybody seemed to be waiting for something. Suddenly Erica realized what was missing in the painting. The victim of the Inquisition. Everything was ready to go but for some reason the artist had chosen to let the spectators’ fantasy visualize what would later happen as their helpless victim would be dragged into this chamber of horror to be made to confess anything the cruel men wanted to. Erica was so attracted by the scene that she didn’t realize how time was flying away and when suddenly a male voice alerted her that it was closing time she knew she couldn’t leave. She slowly walked towards the exit with the sound of her high heels echoing between the stone walls. As the guard disappeared around the corner into another room she opened the entrance door and then shut it loudly, then swiftly took off her shoes and went tiptoeing back towards the room with that very special painting. She looked for a place to hide and as luck would have it she found an open door to a small stockroom. Erica quickly slid in and hid behind a big cupboard. She waited in awe hardly daring to breathe. Suddenly the door slammed tight and a key turned in the lock.

Fortunately the door could be opened from inside which Erica had noticed when she jumped into her hiding place.She waited for what seemed like hours and then slowly walked out of the stockroom. Before doing anything else she lit a cigarette and hope that there would be no smoke detectors around. She blowed puffs of smoke in various directions and the purpose of this was to detect any infra red light rays which might be connected to an alarm. She discovered two such rays but her passage to the exit from the room with the special painting was safe. Erica started walking slowly towards the painting and feeling of the cold stone floor under her bare feet made her shiver with excitement. Soon she was standing in the dark before the painting and she could feel a sense of lust and excitement building up within her. She realized that the victim would soon be in place, that the door to the other side had been opened for her and that there would be no turning back. She closed her eyes, concentrating, visualizing, praying.

All of a sudden she felt a chilling wind caressing her bare skin and she realized that she was kneeling on the stone floor, totally naked. Her long silky blonde hair was held in a firm grip so that her head was pushed back. She dared not raise her eyes at the man who spoke to her.- Are you at this time prepared to confess the sin of blasphemy, the dark voice thundered. As she did not answer, the next thing she knew was a searing pain shock that made her lose her breath. She felt like thousands of red hot needles had been pressed into her back and her screams were silenced by several hard slaps across her face. She could feel blood trickling down her back and she caught a brief glimpse of the heavy scourge that was being used on her. Each lash had hundreds of small spikes imbedded and this ferocious torture instrument would leave several deep bleeding wounds on impact. It could easily cut her flesh to shreds. The question was asked again without an answer. The whip again. Erica thought she could take it no more. If this was a dream it was certainly the most realistic dream she had ever experienced. The scourge bit into her back, buttocks and thighs again and again opening up many new bleeding wounds and the pain was simply excrutiating. Yet she realized that she would not confess. It was important that she did not confess no matter if they whipped the life out of her.

Suddenly the torturers decided to try something else. A man walked slowly towards her holding two heavy metal, egg-formed objects. They were obviously very hot as he shifted them from hand to hand all the time. The eggs were pressed into the poor girl’s armpits and then her arms were strapped tightly to her body. Erica’s desperate screams of pain drowned every other sound and the pain as the hot metal burnt into her flesh was simply too much. Erica passed out.

As she came to she was bent over a bench, tightly chained to it in a position which left her wide open from assaults from behind. One of her tortures put a metal device into her mouth, something known as a torture pear. When turning a screw the object expanded within her mouth until her jaws were on the brink of being dislocated. She felt a hard grip on her hips and next an unknown man was furiously battering away at her tight anus in order to sodomize her. Finally he succeeded to break through the tight puckered passage between her lacerated buttocks and he did it so hard that Erica split up and started to bleed. The pain was so intense that she almost passed out again as his masterful manhood pumped so deep into her that his heavy balls smacked against her buttocks. As he roared from savage lust and shot load after load of his gism into her ravaged hole, Erica could feel another man taking his place and starting to use her now wide open passage. Her ordeal never seemed to end, as if there was a long line of men standing and waiting for their turn to use her. Everybody wanted to use her anally and Erica was certain that her rectum would be damaged forever.

As the torture pear was removed it was now time for Erica to use her mouth to satisfy her torturers in the best way she could. She had no doubt that they were capable of anything so she simply didn’t dare to disobey. Erica was made kneeling on the floor as she took one huge erected cock after another in her mouth and every time they shot their load into her they held her head tight to ensure that she swallowed it all. When everybody had used her for what felt like hours, a huge brute of a man held her arms behind her and by the grip of her hair forced her head backwards so that her breasts stuck out. Sofar they had been saved from torture but that was now to change. The man in front of her was brandishing a long, whippy bamboo cane and he struck it hard against a hardwood table so the cane split. Then he dipped the splintered cane into a bucket of salt solution and raised the now dangerous weapon over his head. Splintered bamboo cuts very deep and his target was Erica’s tender breasts. Already after three strokes both her breasts were totally covered in blood and the poor girl passed out again.

When Erica woke up she was lying in her bed, spread-eagled, masturbating. Yes, she had obviously been masturbating in her sleep and kept on coming again again. But the fantastic thing about this dream was that she could actually feel the pain. Her entire body was on fire and she was so week that she could hardly move. Her armpits hurt excrutiatingly and to her horror she could see vivid red branding marks from the hot iron eggs. She managed to get up and into the bathroom. She gasped from the shock when she saw all scars on her body from the scourge. Her back, buttocks and thighs were covered by scars and wounds, as were her breasts. Especially her breasts had very deep, painful scars although they had stopped bleeding. Her anus felt like a red hot iron bar had been showed into her.Erica fell to the floor, totally unable to understand what had happened to her – or if it had really happened at all. But the pain and the marks on her body were as good proof as any and sweet Erica knew that she had to be back at the museum again very soon.

A figging masturbating session and my Facebook adventures

2009-09-20T11:57:00.003+02:00

Yes, I have joined Facebook. As if it wasn’t enough neglecting my blog and you, my dear blog friends, I have now another plight hanging over me. But isn’t it after all a question about procrastination? I often think about things I would like to tell you but somehow something comes in between and day after day go by without a sign of life from me. Anyway, I must say that Facebook is an interesting possibility of creating new contacts and I have made many new friends there. One of these very special friends is an Aussie girl by the name of Erica and somehow we seem to have struck the right chord with each other. Something which lead us to a mutual masturbating session as we were chatting with each other on the Facebook chat.

I have told you earlier about the painful joy I experienced when using a piece of ginger root inserted into my anus when masturbating. This is a most special feeling and it simply drives me crazy with lust. It burns deeper and deeper, it’s like having glowing coal pressed into your rectum and the burning sensation just keep on growing all the time. My new friend sweet Erica had never tried it before so I suggested she put a peeled ginger root into her tight orifice as we were talking. Fortunately she found the needed spice in the kitchen and very soon we were talking dirty to each other while masturbating and having the ginger burn itself into our behinds.
I had told Erica that for maximum effect she should make some cuts with a knife in the ginger root which she did. All of a sudden we were taken to a different world and although our contact was made via the keyboard it was a very near and intimate experience. Just like she had actually been close to me… I could sense her soft skin, her silky blonde hair, feel the taste of her ripe swollen lips. Yes, you can get very excited by this form of communication. It’s like listening to the radio which makes you create your own mental pictures as you go along. Photos and webcams leaves very little to the imagination and personally I feel that can be a turn-off at times.I think you had a good time, too, sweet Erica. Believe me, I came again and again and it never seemed to stop. The ginger in my anus burnt terribly and I thought I could stand it no longer while at the same time I wanted it to burn deeper… letting me be totally consumed by this wonderful cruel fire which made my orgasms so much more intense. I lost all sense of time and for a long while it was just me and Erica riding high on the waves of passionate, pure lust, with the fire caused by the ginger root inside our secret passages becoming stronger all the time

Believe me, this was a very special experience together with a very special girl. If you do masturbation sessions through web chats, try ginger root sometimes. You won’t regret it :-) Oh, by the way I promised to write a fantasy story for Erica and publish it in my blog. This will be my next posting and it will be up soon. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for everything… deep French kisses from a sultry and sinful tina, longing for the next time…

Update: My Facebook account was just deleted! I have created a new one under the name of Tina Larsson, previously Tinaslut Sweden. I realize it will take some time to rebuild my network of friends which was close to 900 names when the account was deleted. I suspect this was because I have published some exciting pics on my Facebook page. Anyway, I will be glad to add you as my friend but in the future I will not publish any pics on FB which will give these hypocrites any reason to delete my account (if they do need a reason at all). I see no point in working on a page which is so easily deleted at the whims of the operators and therefore I shall concentrate on my blog instead. Here there are no restrictions. If Blogger should ever start behaving like FB I have my own domain already registred so believe me, I’m here to stay!

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

2009-09-05T12:03:00.008+02:00

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

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

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

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

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

My Second Life

2009-08-11T15:54:00.004+02:00

Yes I know, I have been away for too long. But now I'm back! I should have continued the Saudi story but for some reason my inspiration has failed. Until the other day when I discovered something which had been totally unknown to me. The virtual world of Second Life. This is very exciting and a good start for being lent out IRL. Somehow I feel that your personality shines through very much in the way your virtual ego acts. This is a very exciting world and I regret that I have so many practical things to learn. Is there any experienced SL player out there who could guide me further? For instance, how do you find or make specific applications? Would it be possible to create a scene where the story of my punishment in Saudi Arabia could be displayed in virtual reality? This would surely be one step further and, I am sure, very arousing both for myself and those using me.

I am desperately longing to be used! Please come and rape me, whip me, torture me, humiliate me in Second Life! I am available if you want me and I want to learn more about this world. Yes, one day I will also be available IRL and this is a good start.

Deep and passionate kisses to you my dear friends...
tina

I'm now also on Facebook using the name Tinaslut Sweden if you would like to add me as your friend.

Tina in Saudi Arabia, part 4

2009-05-10T02:32:00.002+02:00

Early in the morning, the heavy iron door to my cell was opened by a female warden whom I had never seen before. After she had cuffed my hands behind my back she unfastened the chain from the iron ring in the wall and led me out through the corridor. In the semi-darkness I could see the faces of anonymous women behind the bars and I realized they all knew what I was about to face. I was only wearing a thin linen robe and the chilly air gave me goosebumps all over and my nipples were hard and stiff. With my hands cuffed behind my back and my eyes lowered, I followed the woman in silence. Her duty was to prepare me for my flogging. At first I received an enema in the bathroom, bending over the toilet stool. She inserted a nozzle in my sore anus and soon I felt the warm water from the tank on a shelf flowing into me. I felt my bowels being filled by litres by litres of water and my belly was swelling. Then she made me sit down on the toilet and after I had emptied my bowels of all the water, the procedure was repeated. When she had made sure I was completely purged, she dragged me to the shower and started to soap me while she let the water stream over my body. At first, the water was warm and nice, then she changed the tap to ice-cold water which felt like needles into my skin and I lost my breath from the shock. She rubbed me dry with a rough towel and I could not help that the harsh treatment triggered a wellknown fire that spread through my loins. She avoided looking into my eyes, but I could now and then get a glimpse of her beautiful dark eyes and her round, soft breasts that were heaving under her white blouse. I started fantasizing about what it would be like to romp around in bed with this shapely, raven-haired beauty…. I could almost feel her ripe lips upon my body… kisses, her teeth biting into my flesh… first gently, then harder…. the way her hands, her lips and tongue would drive me crazy with lust…. I blushed at the thought. “Yes”, I thought, “I definitely am a slut. A slut ruled by her sex... and it is only rightful that I shall be whipped for my sins”. After she had dried me it was time for my medical examination. All conversations between the doctor and the woman was carried out in Arabic, but I understood from the voice of the doctor that I was perfectly fit and that there was no medical risks whatsoever to carry out the punishment, giving me my first fifty lashes today. The first fifty of a five thousand…. After the examination a hard rubber plug was inserted into my anus and fastened by a small thong of leather around my waist. The doctor surprised me by giving me a playful smack with his palm on my right buttock and that made me blush even more, as I was led away by the beautiful female warden.

She led me out in the yard to a waiting big black bus with bars before the window. After a slow drive through the city, the bus stopped near a big square and as the door was opened, the heat hit me like a shock. Thousands of spectators had gathered to see me being flogged and there was no making a mistake about the excitement and the anticipation among the public. Over the huge crowd a monotonous, neutral voice could be heard over a big loudspeaker system and I realized that it was the morning prayer that was read from a minaret. After this prayer, the first part of my flogging sentence would be carried out. The sun was rising and the very long prayer made me even more nervous as the minutes ticked away. The sun was rising and the paving stones burned the soles of my bare feet as I was lead by the chain from the car by the man that were using me as his personal sextoy each and every day. I was completely naked under the white robe, which reached down to my knees. It surprised me that no efforts were made to cover my body in view of the shocking behaviour I was sentenced for. I could see by the knowing looks from many men (and women) in the crowd that they could see how my stiff nipples – harder than ever before – were outlined through the thin fabrics of the robe. “What a whore” I could see them thinking. “Here she is… about to be whipped to shreads and yet her body cannot react in another way.” “Yes”, I thought, “I must be a lost soul… a sinful, lusty, wanton slut… and so it is absolutely right that I shall be punished in the hardest possible ways.” I could not possibly raise my eyes and blushing, I followed my tormentor in his footsteps with my eyes focused on the cobblestones below us. My hair fell down over my eyes and my lips were tightly pressed together.

We entered a big platform that had been built in the centre of the square. It was a high wooden platform with a big wooden frame. Heavy iron cuffs for my ankles and wrists were hanging down by chains from the frame. He lead me to the frame and at first, he chained my wrists high above my head and pulled the chains so that my arms were stretched to the side as long as possible. He then fastened the chains in this poaition and repeated the procedure with my ankles. This resulted in my body being stretched in the form of an “X”. In the middle of the frame there was a wide, beam from left to right and it had thick leather straps fastened to it. The straps were tightened across my waist and the widest strap had a thick padded cushon on it, which, I understood, was intended to protect my kidneys from too hard blows. After all, I was supposed to survive all the five thousand lashes in order to be branded at the end of my public floggings. What would happen after that? At the moment I could not think further than just surviving the day. Several rods of bamboo, each around two metres long, stuck up from a big bath of some antiseptic liquid, I reckoned. While I was staring at the sharp canes in awe, a monotonous voice started reading something from a written document from the platform. I realized that it was my sentence being read out in public for the first time – and also the form of punishment I would receive. Cheers and laughters could be heard from the huge crowd and everybody’s eyes were focused on my body. My tormentor stood behind me, only dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and rough leather shoes. I could not see him but I knew his huge muscles would be playing all over his body. The doctor that had examined me was also present at the platform in order to attend my flogging and, if need be, stop it. This would not be done, however, until my life was at risk.

Then the time had come! The doctor and the man reading my sentence backed off and my tormentor and secret lover chose a cane and walked around the edge of the platform, swishing the cane and letting his powerful arm muscles play. Some drops of the liquid in which the cane had been kept landed on my bare skin and it made me jump from shock as if somebody has burnt me with a glowing cigarette. My breathing became faster and heavier like I has been running and I could hear the man stepping back before he rushed at me, swung the long sharp rod, laying his entire weight behind it. WHOOOSH!! CRACKK! The rod hissed through the air and immediately after, a flash of fire and pain shout through my body and I screamed on the top of my lungs. I screamed in terror and I pulled desperately at my bonds to no avail. This was worse than anything I could possibly have imagined. Tears were flowing down my face and from the trail of fire that burned across my back, a horrible pain spread through every nerve in my body. I could not comprehend how anything could hurt so much… it was a pain which I had never experienced. In spite of all the times he had been whipping me with his belt, he had never ever hurt me so much. He calmly backed away and dipped the cane into the liquid while he admired the result of his handiwork. It was impossible for me to say where the cane would bite next time. Oh God, how can I possibly survive 50 lashes this hard…. nobody could… he’s going to kill me…..

He waited a couple of minutes to allow me to catch my breath and let the pain really sink into my body. My tormented cries spread over the square, but my pulse was going down a bit and I started to get control of my breathing again, although the pain from this very first lash was growing in intensity continuously. It felt like somebody was holding a red hot iron against my skin, pressing it deeper all the time….. This made me think of the branding that was in store for me after all five thousand lashes had been administred. I felt so utterly helpless and I was crying and sobbing until I then again was torn apart by a terribly hard lash, this time right across my buttocks. Totally blinded by tears I screamed and hollered in desperation: “Can’t you see that he is whipping the life out of me! Why aren’t you doing anything? Please, help me…” Seconds after, the sharp rod once again bit deep into my buttocks, this time right across the cut of the previous lash. From my throat came a guttural sound and I could feel that my skin has been broken so that blood was trickling down my thighs.

I must confess that he was a master of art in the use of whip and rod. All the time was driving me crazy with horror by causing me a pain that was worse than I could have expected. Then he let the worst shock of pain ebb out before he struck again. And, by God, did he whip me hard! In my pain-drugged mind I was wondering if my body would ever be free from these marks of shame…. that is, if I was going to survive this terrible torture at all. At times, several hard strokes fell in rapid succession, while at other times he let me wait and suffer for a long time before he laid on a new savage stroke. Because of this irregularity I did not know when he would strike again or how long my suffering would last. As he laid three very hard sharp cracking strokes one after another into my already battered, swollen and bleeding buttocks, I had had too much. My cries faded away and I could feel myself slipping into a mercifull darkness, where my pains were vanishing like magic. “If this is the end, then I welcome it”, was my last thought. I must have received about twenty lashes when I fainted for the first time. The doctor advanced to me as I was hanging unconscious in my shackles and after a short examination he gestured that the flogging could continue. I was brought back to life by the sharp smell of ammonia and to my horror, I realized that I was still very much alive and that my suffering was far from over. The doctor took the bottle away from under my nose and withdraw silently.

The white robe has been totally torn to pieces by the strokes of the sharp cane and as the frame was leaning slightly forward, the bloody pieces of fabric hung down from my body. I realized that by now everybody in the audience could see my naked body and I knew that the back of my body was covered by bloody streaks and deep scars. The scorching sun burnt my tormented skin like fire and at irregular intervals, somebody sponged my scars with liquor. This burnt like fire and added even more to my unbearable pain. I felt like I was losing my mind. The biting rod that was ripping my body to pieces had thrown me into a world of pain and madness which I could never in my wildest dreams have imagined. I don’t know if I screamed it out loud or just formed the words in my brain, but suddenly it was flashing through my mind like a mantra, while the excruciating pain chocks just kept on coming… and growing in intensity: “Tina Larsson, whore… slash bloody streaks into the whore... Swedish slut… now she's getting what she deserves…. harder… hurt her…. whip her into a bloody pulp… mark her for eternity with your whip… harder… Tina is a whore…. sinful, horny, wanton slaveslut Tina… yes, I am a cheap whore… a horny slut that deserves to be whipped… whip me hard… harder…. HARDER!!!! Oh God, please hurt me more…. must have it... please give me the rod... oh God, give him the power to whip me even harder... whip me to shreads… don’t ever stop…. please, more… hurt me, HURT MEEEEEEE!!!! Tina Larsson… horniest slut in the world… today being whipped in front of thousands of people… it’s so right… I deserve it… torture me, whip me to shreads, please more…. the barefoot whore Tina Larsson is being flogged in Saudi Arabia… what great happiness…. in the hands of the most cruel one of them all…. let me wear the marks of your whip and your rod on my sinful body for eternity… blond horny Swedish slut being whipped publically… Tina Larsson, at last you get it!!!! Please, hurt me more…..” ¨

I could not understand what was happening but in my pain-drugged mind I felt myself sliding into another world and finally, I was so desperately horny that I didn’t know what to do. My sex was gaping shamessly open and I knew that everybody could see my juices flowing, how wet I was… it was flowing down my legs… The endorphin high made me mad with lust and I fainted several times, as much from the pain shocks as from my extreme arousal. In my crazy pain-drugged mind the biting rod had become an addiction and in my minds eye I could see myself lying on my back on the podium after the flogging… everybody wanting to fuck me could come forward and freely do me over… hard and brutal… the harder, the better… in my mouth, ass and my pussy…. just come and take me… the horny slut Tina Larsson, freshly flogged and desperate with lust… Tina Larsson of Sweden… raped by thousands of men after being flogged… I had never experienced anything like it. The pain sent me on a trip that no drugs in the world could ever have done. It is beyond doubt that the man whipping me knew exactly what he was doing and he realized that I, his private sextoy, had now been driven to a lust beyond comprehension and he knew what a horny slut he would have at his disposal when we got back to my cell… oh, God, how I longed to be back in my cell to be used by this man who was driving me crazy with his extremely hard lashes.

I had lost count of the number of strokes long ago and I had no idea as of how long the terrible torture had been going on, but finally my tormentor put the rod aside and went down to the frame for releasing me. I was totally exhausted and could not move, but I was still conscious. He turned my body over, forced me down on my knees and cuffed my hands high above my head. He stretched the chain holding the cuffs maximally and then fastened the cuffs around my ankles again. The frame was raised a bit, thus stretching the chains holding my wrists even more and the frame pushing into my back made my breasts stick out, being exposed in all their glory. The rests of the bloody robe now lay on the platform beside me and I could now for the first time see the man that had been flogging me. When he raised his cane again the insight of what he intended to do flashed through my mind, and the last five lashes dug into my breasts with a frenzy and a swiftness like never before, he succeeded in administring all the last five lashes before I passed out from the extreme pain. Already the first stroke sent me into a terrible fire of pain on my way towards the darkness, but I could also experience the four successive strokes…. how he struck in wild rage, sweat pouring down his face… his teeth grimly bit together and with the eyes of an obsessed… at the fraction of a second while I was drifting into unconsiousness I reflected that now he must have lost control and is going to far. Then I was embraced by the lovely, soothing darkness and with deep, bloody scars in my breasts, I passed out hanging in my shackles.

Tina in Saudi Arabia, part 3

2009-04-28T13:40:00.003+02:00

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

2009-04-16T19:11:00.003+02:00

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…

The need for anonymity

2009-04-14T14:49:00.001+02:00

Many who visited my chat have asked me why there are no pics of myself in the blog. Well, this is a delicate question. Believe me, being exposed in this way would surely add to my own thrills. However, it would also mean a big risk as you never know for what purpose some people would use the pics or the knowledge of who I am. It gives me a security being totally anonymous and obviously I am not the only one thing along these lines.

There is a very popular Swedish author of erotic short stories writing under the pseudonyme of Clara Jansson. Those of you who don’t speak Swedish may never have heard of her. Anyway, she is currently releasing her third collection of short stories focusing on sexuality from the perspective of women. But her texts are not really the mainstream type of erotic stories as she covers most areas of sex, writing about the dirty, the wet, the perverted. She say she is a wellknown Swedish author normally active in quite another niche. The anonymity, she maintains, is necessary for her to be free to write about anything she wants. The very fact that nobody knows who she really is gives her the freedom to write about the most unusual and perverted sexual activities. If people knew who I am, she says, they would say either that “aha, you’re a lesbian, then you can’t write about heterosexual love” or “as a heterosexual woman, what do you know about the feelings of a lesbian?” She describes herself as a sexual cameleont, a two-sexed observer who could just as well be a man for all we know. Also, we know nothing about her age.

I fully well understand the way she feels. As for myself being anonymous gives me a feeling of security and I may write about fantasies, self punishments and things that you normally don’t talk about. Besides, I realize that many of those following my blog has created a mental picture of who I am and would perhaps not like to have that image disrupted. Others get irritated because they can’t pinpoint exactly who or what I am and wants to have all personal details, detailed pictures and preferably also talk to me on the phone to really get convinced that I am what I claim to be. But the thing is that my passions is something very private and nobody around me in everyday life has got a clue about my secret desires. At the moment I feel that this is the best way – and I think Clara (whoever she really is) agrees. After all, you can get a very accurate image of a person by studying the way she writes. It would be interesting to hear what mental images you have created of me sofar. Please leave a comment while you are here. And yes, the Saudi story will continue. Very soon...

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

2009-04-07T13:23:00.011+02:00

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

Do you want to chat with me?

2009-02-28T14:03:00.005+01:00

Given my irregular blog postings it may seem like a futile attempt to add a chat room to my blog. But I have done it anyway. Just look to the right and you will find a link entitled "Enter my Chat Room". This is it! I really want to talk to you and maybe this will be a way of increasing my blog activity. So many things have happened recently and I know I have been absent too much. But I feel really excited about starting up again and with spring approaching my lust of life is really coming back with full force and I feel the energy building within me day by day. This is going to be a wonderful year with many positive experiences. Let's share them with each other - and do log in to my chat room when you feel like it. I look forward to seeing you there ;-) kisses... tina

Blogger technical problems and a good caning

2009-02-08T13:01:00.004+01:00

Have you noticed something strange about my blog lately? Apart, of course, from the fact that I have not been here as much as I should? All of a sudden I could only see a white page when I tried to access my blog. Obviously this was some technical problem with Blogger and I got the answer through a users group. When the content warning option was switched on for some reason the entire blog disappeared. So I switched the warning off and everything worked as usual again. Now obviously this complication has been corrected as the content warning is there again, this time because somebody has complained about the content hen my blog had not been censored out of blogosphere after all.

While I am here I might as well share a video from the Nu West archives with you. I like this one very much. A female thief is being caned and I really like the expression and attitude of the strong and fit Mistress wielding the cane. I simply must have a good caning myself again very soon...

Take care all and see you soon
*hugs and kisses from tina*

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New spanking film site: Redstripe Films

2009-01-12T20:33:00.009+01:00

Talking about films, I just learnt about a new exciting spanking film site, Redstripe Films. It looks very interesting and also features some more mature women being spanked and punished.

If you like seeing the girl next door, cheating wifes and mature women being punished I am sure this is something for you. Do check out their galleries.

A good otk spanking is always a great start

2009-01-12T12:50:00.013+01:00

Hello there,

I hope 2009 has taken off in a great way for you all. Why do I keep on ignoring this blog when I actually enjoy writing and sharing my thoughts? One of the best things about it is the intreraction with you. It's so inspiring and many times exciting. That is the beauty of a blog, I think. It is not just a diary but a continous exchange of thoughts. This is always something enrichening.

I just got a comment from 'Anonymous' out there in blogosphere and I thought I may as well use it for a new blogpost. 'Anonymous' asked me a few things:

As a real hardcore BDSM woman, what are your favorite equipment and where do you buy it? What would you recommend?

Well, I really don't see myself as a hardcore BDSM woman. The hardcore bit is not essential for me as it varies so much with the circumstances and the mood I'm in. Actually, a good otk firm hand spanking works wonders for me in most cases. But sometimes my excitement gets so intense that I just need to go further and my lust is triggered by more pain. I don't really want to recommend anything as everybody's situation, preferences and limitations will be different. The important thing, I feel, is playing safe and be very aware of each others reactions. Plus having a profound respect for each other. I feel that dreams and fantasies are a very good starting point and when you and your partner can talk freely about your fantasies you will be off for a good start.

Also, have your preferences evolved through time and what was that like? Did you e.g. start out with handcuffs and ended up with caning? Was it more like spanking -> spanking with a belt -> caning & flogging?

Yes, my preferences are evolving all the time. I am always curious and eager to try new things although I have very definite limits. Actually, I was doing self punishments long before I started playing with somebody else and I think most of my advancements into harhser punishments were made by my own hand. A definitive turning point was when I discovered the beauty of a thorough birching and I soon realized that I simply could not carry it out efficiently enough by my own hand. Using birches and switches (or rather letting Master use them on me) is one of the things I love best. This has to do with something else which perhaps is the closest I'll come to having a fetish. Although I love dressing up, doing make-up and so on for various role plays I don't really have any fetishes as such for clothes, accessories etc. But something which I love is having vivid marks on my body after a session. This excites me so much... feeling the hard, sore welts which make me very reluctant to sit down, admiring the scars and whipmarks on my body in front of the mirror... it adds a dimension which I hardly can explain. But I find it very exciting and I frequently masturbate in front of the mirror several days after a session, getting extremely aroused by the sight of the marks on my body. I see these as marks of love and one of the joys of being whipped and trashed very hard is knowing the session will bring such wonderful marks... mmmmmmmmm

What is the most hardcore you have ever done?

Well, I really don't know what to answer to that. I find it hard to pick out one special session. I have been flogged, caned and punished in various ways countless times in addition to the punishments I have inflicted upon myself. But then I don't look upon it as hardcore or not - it's just a matter of what works for me and for us at any given time. Then surely the sessions may become very hard.

Thank you, Anonymous, for yor kind comments on my blog and do keep coming back. I would be very interested to know about your own experiences as well as others visiting my blog. What is it that turns you on? We may well give each other new ideas and like I said, I am always eager to try new things.

One thing which always works for me is a good otk spanking and it is always a good start of a harder session. A girl who gets spanked quite a lot is Niki Flynn - a famous spanking model. Do check out this gallery to see her being spanked acting as a cheerleader.

Another girl who regularly gets her bottom tanned is Amelia Jane Rutherford. Check out her great blog and click the pic to view one of her new galleries.

There are several films of these two girls getting spanked and punished in various ways. Do check them out at SoundPunishment.

How to survive the financial crisis through caning - great film from Mood Pictures

2008-12-28T17:20:00.008+01:00

Another source of great films if you are into harder canings, whipping and so on is Mood Pictures. They incidentally offer a discount for the remaining days of 2008 so do check their site out. In times of financial crisis it's always valuable to try getting good deals and saving money, even when buying bdsm videos! Speaking of financial crisis, their latest offering is a film called "Crisis" which shows what a girl may endure just to keep her job. If you like real hard stuff this is for you! As for me, I just love it...

Naturally, our heroine wants to keep her job so she decides to go along with the whims of her boss.

Maybe she is coming to other thoughts after all. Was this really such a great idea?

The office maid is very skilful in using the cane and she always fulfils her mission to the highest standard.

She lays on each stroke with full force and very soon the poor girl is screaming out loud, begging for mercy

"Was it really worth it?" she thinks as her sore bottom is covered with Scars and Stripes.

Is she going to keep her job? Will her boss want to cane her again in order to keep her? What other horrors may be in store for this poor girl? Get the video from Mood Pictures and see for yourself.

Caned by my Master

2008-12-27T12:36:00.008+01:00

I knew I had it coming. For several days I have masturbated like crazy while watching the video in my previous post where a cute blonde girl is caned severely by two very strict Mistresses. Oh, how I love this video and what dreams and urges it has evoked within me. Yesterday, Master spanked me very hard and I came again and again when lying over His knee, the stinging paddle and the heavy hairbrush making my poor globes sore, swollen and bright red. But it was going to get worse. To get me in the mood before posting the video Master trashed me severely with His heavy leather belt on my already sore bottom and my thighs so I had to stand up while writing my post. He whipped me savagely with the belt for about twenty minutes and after the trashing my poor bottom felt like it was double its normal size.

But He didn’t stop there…

Master was just as excited about this video as me and we knew we wanted to do it ourselves. He was going to cane me to stop me from talking back. Only I had no intention of stopping – the pain would just increase my obstinate behaviour.

We arranged it all like in the video. Like this girl I walked towards a chair and bent over, my palms resting on the seat. After a long spanking session plus hundreds of vicious slashes of the belt my bottom was really sore and the slightest touch of my bruised and welted buttocks was a painful experience. Yet I was going to be caned. I wondered whether I already had gotten too much and would not be able to feel the pain anymore. Also, would it really be sensible to go on?

This is one thing I refuse to understand. It is my body and if I get a kick out of being beaten and whipped, what’s the point of denying it? It doesn’t hurt anybody else. My Master is the most loving and caring person you can imagine but at the same time He knows what fires me and He wants to drive me over the top again and again. Maybe this is because we are thinking so much along the same lines. Not only do we share many fantasies but we also tend to identify with each others roles, understanding the feelings of the other part. Some would definitely say that we do go too far but I can assure you that this is a source of wonderful excitement for both of us.

Anyway. I bent over the chair and my glowing, swollen buttocks were exposed in their full pride. I heard the swishing of the cane through the air and the deep, comforting voice of my Master.

- Well, Tina, are you going to stop talking back?

- Never! I’m an independent free woman and I say what I want to say. There is freedom of speech, you know.

- You do realize that this attitude is going to get you a very sore bottom?

- I already have that. You can’t stop me from saying what I want.

- We’ll see about that. I will give you twelwe strokes and then perhaps you will think differently. If you don’t, we have the whole night…

I stood stubbornly silent, bent over the chair, sticking my swollen behind out provocatively. Once again I was lost in subspace, masospace or whatever you call it. This is a state which is so difficult to explain to anyone who has never experienced it. The closest I can get is comparing it to the state you’re in when you have had a morphine injection. A totally happy world, you feel safe and full of positive vibrations, seeing no problems whatsoever. You feel utterly relaxed and even if you do experience severe pain it just adds to your enjoyment. I knew that despite the spanking and trashing I had already got I needed more. Which is why I never had any intention of giving up my freedom of speech…

The hiss reached my ears as the cane struck and the sharp crack was drowned by my gasp of pain. In no way had the previous beatings deprived me of the ability of experiencing pain. Oh, how hard He struck! I really love that man because He beats me so hard… I was surprised that the strokes were delivered in a very rapid succession instead of letting the pain grow before striking again. But right now I wanted it, I was craving it! I stuck my bottom out even more and felt the sharp cane biting deep into the flesh of my swollen, tortured buttocks. After the twelfth stroke I was sobbing hysterically and when asked if I was going to stop talking back I just answered:

- Thank you Master for punishing me so hard. I need it and I deserve it. But I will not stop making my point…

- Tina, you are making this so difficult for yourself. Another twelwe to go!

The strokes of the biting cane were raining across my bottom, putting me in a world of an insane fire which was consuming my entire being, while at the same time I was craving more of this wonderful pain. When the caning ended and I could finally speak, I sobbed:

- I won’t stop talking back! Not even if you keep on caning me all night!!!

My tortured bottom was beckoning for the sting of the cane. I was wondering if I would ever be able to sit again, while at the same time I was obsessed by a strange fever, a longing for more and even harder strokes. I wanted to cry out desperately and beg Master to hurt me as much as He possibly could but I knew I didn’t have to. He knows the way I work perfectly well and would just go on caning me harder and faster. When he announced that he would now deliver 24 strokes in a row - and harder strokes at that – I felt like the happiest girl in the world.

As the strokes fell harder and harder, I rapidly stuck my bottom out to meet the stroke and let it sink home to the fullest, the cane being buried deep in my tortured flesh with each stroke. Our movements were perfectly synchronized and as Master struck harder and faster I also increased the speed of my movements to meet each stroke. After each caning he asked me the very same question and I naturally refused. He let me regain my breath but made sure all breaks were as short as possible.

He delivered the strokes in series of 24 each and very soon the welts of my bottom started to split up so I was bleeding. Oh, how wonderful to be caned so hard! I felt blood trickling down my thighs while the intense fire within me was growing all the time. After one session he let me kiss the now blood-stained cane and I did so, profoundly and with love. Love for my Master and for the wonderful cane which was cutting deep into my flesh, causing me a pain which was so extreme that I did hardly realize how I would survive it. At the same time I was floating around in subspace heaven, more comforted than ever.

I have no idea how many strokes I had got or how long the punishment had been going on but suddenly he didn’t ask whether I would stop talking back, nor did he announce any new session of 24 strokes. I knew we had reached the breaking point now. He was going to take me over the top. All of a sudden a fiery rain of vicious cuts of the cane started biting deep into my bleeding buttocks and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he had conquered me completely. I lost all sense of reality, only being aware of the evil cane biting deep into my flesh while my juices were flowing down my thighs. I started frigging myself with one hand and suddenly I felt a hard grip around my hips while sharp teeth were biting into my ears and my neck, lips were sucking my flesh hard to ensure vivid marks. The blood-stained cane fell to the floor and I felt Him entering me from behind, thrusting hard and driving his hard pole as deep into me as possible. I screamed out loud from lust and I came again and again… totally madness, I felt like it would never stop. When He finally came within me we both fell to the floor in one mutual climax of extasy and for a long time we just lay there, totally drained of all energy.

I am lying face down while writing this, for obvious reasons. Master is rubbing my tortured bottom with soothing oils and nodding approvingly at what I am writing. The girl in the video got 180 strokes of the cane. I must have gotten several hundreds, in addition to the otk spankings plus the trashing of His heavy leather belt. But believe me, this was my most exciting experience for a very long time. I now realize to the fullest what a difference it is to suffer by my Masters’s hand, rather than punishing myself. When I had come to after the extreme climax, I begged Master to cane my pussy until I came. This he gladly did. I laid down spread-eagled with a couple of pillows under my bloody, swollen buttocks and this time he used a thinner, whippy cane – but oh, how wonderful it bit. He made me come again and again and I am so happy that He will be with me for some time now. Each minute is very precious to us and we are surely going to enjoy life to the fullest together.

*Hugs from a sore, naughty and horny tinaslut*

Here is a video which is very fitting for this time of the year. PainGate has loads of hard videos of girls being whipped, caned and punished severely in any way you can imagine. In this film it is Eve who is suspended, severely bullwhipped and punished by melting wax. Enjoy!

How about a real hard caning for Xmas?

2008-12-26T14:30:00.005+01:00

Hello my friends - sorry to keep you waiting :-) Anyway, soon a New Year is here and it is always a good starting point for something new. I am very excited about 2009 which I sense will bring lots of exciting experiences and positive vibrations. Not to mention that I will get back to writing like I should have been doing all the time. Promise!

How about a good caning for Xmas? I recently discovered the site Daily Motion and there are some interesting films to be found there. Perhaps some of you knows of similar video sharing sites? I am grateful for any tips. In this video we will see a cute blonde girl getting caned in order to stop her talking back. But each time she insists in her rights for freedom of speech which results in even more and harder strokes on her already velted and sore bottom. There is not much of a plot but still I find the film very exciting and I can very well picture myself bending over the chair, with two stern cruel Mistresses walking around me, brandishing their sharp canes, like vultures circulating over their victim. Master is back home now and just before I started writing this he gave me a really hard trashing with his heavy leather belt so I have to stand up while writing. I think he is out looking for the canes at the moment...

Have a great holiday all and let us make 2009 into one of the greatest years sofar. *hugs* tina

A Very Hard Caning
Uploaded by midlandsphil

Spanked At Home

2008-12-04T22:44:00.007+01:00

It is amazing how time flies away. Almost two months since I wrote something in my blog. Why is that? Honestly, I see no point in trying to explain why and finding excuses for my absence, although the dull weather could be one excuse. I tend to get a bit depressed at this time of the year and would rather go to sleep until springtime is here again. No, I think I will just start writing again and make sure to keep it going this time. Rest assured that my interests and passions for certain special things have not changed. But I have been very much alone – and I am sorry to say that there has been very little, if any, self-punishments made. My fantasies and dreams are with me all the time but somehow it seems that I am lacking the real enthusiasm at the moment. How wonderful to lay otk right now…

Still, I am glad that you keep on coming here although I have been absent for so long. I feel guilty for letting you down and I can only promise you that I will become a good girl again and start posting regularly. By the way, I wonder how many girls are getting spanked at home right now? Maybe here in my neighbourhood. Somehow I think that this is more common than you would expect. Once you have experienced the wonderful heat after each smack I think you will get the message. I always find a good spanking really arousing and a perfect starter for a session.I think that the site Spanked At Home captures this excitement quite well. Actually, their films and images is as close as you will get to looking into private bedrooms, seeing naughty girls getting punished. Do check it out. And please forgive me for keeping you waiting so long. I shall be back soon.

Tina in the dungeon

2008-10-14T15:21:00.009+02:00

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

How about discipline without sex?

2008-09-30T23:00:00.008+02:00

I must confess that many times I prefer being disciplined rather than more sexual treatment. Long ago, as I was trying to find my identity, I was seeking contacts with men who would like to spank me and discipline me. I answered some contact ads and eventually I met a few men. Although it did not lead to any lasting relationship, there was a much older man whom I visited in order to let him punish me. There was never any question about having sex: he just wanted to spank me and treat me as his naughty girl. Believe me, when he finally sent me home, I was a very good girl... The excitement I experienced when he was punishing me was very intense but I had no desire whatsoever to have sex with him. But as I went home with a sore, burning bottom and my blood boiling with lust, I felt so relieved. So content. Yes, I would masturbate when I got back home and especially when admiring my swollen red bottom in the mirror. But it never ever crossed my mind that I would have sex with this man. Neither one of us had any need for that.

The punishment sessions got harder and harder and it was this man who really taught me how wonderful a good birching can be. He ordered me to pick fresh birch switches to bring with me as I came to his home. Unfortunately our meetings came to an abrupt end and for a very long time I had to rely on self-discipline although I was very positive about what it was that I was longing for. I am forever grateful to this man for making me a birching addict :-)

I can still feel the same way. Often I fantasize about what it would be like to be punished by an unknown man, maybe somebody I have met in the street. Just punished, strictly and severely, but without having sex. I simply have no need for having sex with anybody else than my Master. But I could well do it if it was part of a session involving him and others. Although I and Master spend long periods away from each other I never have any need for having sex with another man (or woman, for that matter). Neither would I ever let anybody else punish me without my Master's approval. But the thought is actually very exciting... visiting a very strict man and after a very intense and painful session going home with a very sore and velted bottom... mmmmm

What do you think, my friends? Anyone who gets a kick out of bdsm and punishment sessions without having sex in the end? Is it the orgasms and the penetration that is the ultimate goal or is the heat and excitement enough? Please tell me your thoughts on this.

This slut would like to get to know you

2008-09-26T13:03:00.000+02:00

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

2008-09-24T16:06:00.000+02:00

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

2008-09-07T22:16:00.000+02:00

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.

This slut must suffer!

2008-09-04T18:04:00.000+02:00

As Master is away again it is now up to me to take care of my daily punishments. Naturally, a good cropping is a good way to start the day. I stand barefoot on the floor and bend over a chair, smacking my buttocks with the riding crop as hard as I can. I have several different ones but I have found that this one stings especially good.

Whenever I get some time alone during the day I am anxious to punish myself. This cat I often use to whip myself on the back. To make the thongs sting better I usually wet them before I start whipping myself. Master often use it on my pussy to make me come. Below the cat is a horsewhip which is sort of a combination of crop and whip and very flexible and elastic, almost like a fresh birch rod. It bites very nasty and leave wonderful deep red stripes… mmmmmmmm

I have refined one of the implements I use a bit. Earlier this year I found a hard wooden paddle, or rather a bat, which is perfectly balanced for smacking myself very hard on the rump. But I was wondering if maybe I could improve it so it became even better. Finally, I fastened a coke cap on it as I thought that with each smack the sharp edges of the cap would be imbedded in my flesh and possibly even bite through the skin. So I tried it out. Yes, it hurt good and left a circular red mark on my bottom but obviously it did not stand out far enough from the wood to bite through my skin. So it was back to the drawing board.

Finally I added a piece of wood between the paddle/bat and the coke cap. To improve it even further I smeared the edges of the cap with tiger balm to make the sensation more intense. I took aim and after swinging the bat back and forth for a while I struck with all my might. To my surprise it felt almost as if the protruding part even eased the impact as I thought it was much more painful when I smacked myself with the bare bat. But in a few seconds I was thinking differently.

It felt like something was burning its way into my flesh and the pain was just growing all the time. When I looked at my bottom in the mirror, to my joy I could see a nice circular bleeding scar. Oh, how beautiful it looked… and how it hurt. So wonderful…

Master, you must use this innovation on me when you get back home. Please… do smack me real hard… mmmmmmm… love, tina

Her reward

2008-09-01T19:32:00.000+02:00

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

2008-09-01T15:51:00.001+02:00

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.

How to punish a masochist slut?

2008-08-30T12:30:00.000+02:00

Sometimes I go to some IRC chatrooms on the server irc.bondage.com and yesterday I became involved in a discussion regarding what is and what is not a punishment. Some subgirls insisted that if I enjoyed being whipped then whipping me would not be a punishment. So how did their Master punish them, then? By hugs, kisses and caresses? No, simply by ignoring them.

This sort of reminds me of the old story about the masochist woman who married a sadistic man and on their wedding night begged him to beat her. His answer? “NO!”

You might think that a relationship built upon ignoring your sub in order to punish her would be a tedious one. Personally, I feel that it is a wonderful thing to be able to arouse each other beyond comparison when playing together. Master loves to whip me and I love being whipped. The sessions do often get very hard. Naturally, it hurts. If somebody slash bloody streaks into your body, is it not a punishment?

Does a punishment have be a negative experience? We want to arouse each other and we have found how to do it. I don’t have to provoke Master to punish me, if I may use the word punishment even though I want it and I enjoy it. We don’t need any punishment book or reasons for my punishment. When we feel like playing we just do it. Of course it hurts. It hurts terribly. But at the same time I get more and more aroused from the endorphins bulding up within me and he always drives me over the top. Not to mention that the path leading to the session, arranging everything, building up the apprehension… all that adds a lot to the total experience.

I get a feeling that many s&m practioneers are trying to follow some established rules on how it should be just for the sake of it instead of focusing on what is right for themselves. It’s very simple, really. There are no definite rules. We create our own rules. As long as we act in a sensible way and care for each other, as long as we play safe, then we can do what we want. Sure, our way of doing things may not be accepted by all of the s&m/bdsm community. But I think I can live with that.

In the discussion one girl also insisted that it was physically impossible for anyone to take a hundred lashes and to prove her point she mentioned somebody she knew who had to have surgery after having received twenty lashes. So I was obviously instantly categorized as somebody who didn’t know anything about s&m and had to get some experience before having some opinions on the subject.

I never mentioned that I have taken much more than a hundred lashes, many times. Sure, one single lash may break your spine if administred by somebody who doesn’t know what he is doing. But somehow I feel that some people are too fast to jump to conclusions and have great difficulties in seeing other's points of view.

What do you think? I would very much like to have your comments on this. Does a punishment cease to be a punishment the minute the sub enjoys it? What is the point, really, of punishing a slut by ignoring her? Would you, as a sadist or a Dom, rather use the whip on your slaveslut than simply ignoring her in order to make her suffer? Please let me know what you think. And have a spanking great weekend all! By the way, if you haven't tried IRC (Internet Relay Chat), I can recommend it. Download the mIRC software and have a go! Maybe I'll see you at bondage.com?

Check out this gallery for some spanking fun:

Mary Bryant - The Whipping Scene

2008-08-28T22:17:00.000+02:00

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.

...and I shall have to pay more... very soon...

2008-08-27T23:27:00.000+02:00

Just wanted to say good night to you. At least it's bedtime here in Sweden. As for my previous failure, I just received an understanding mail from the Dom who ordered me to do the "condom play". Despite the very harsh punishment I have already received, he feels that I should be punished in yet another way and he has given me specific instructions on how to do it. Both Master and I agree. I shall have to do it myself as I am very anxious to do it right this time. I am actually looking forward to it and I will let you know what happens...

Today I have been smacking myself very hard with a riding crop on my bare behind and I have produced the most gorgeous stripes on my buttocks which are very sore now. Tomorrow I will have plenty of beautiful, hard welts and I will have problems to sit. But I will still be in need of a further cropping tomorrow... just can't stop it...

I shall get back to my ordered self-punishment very soon. I won't let you down this time.

tina

I have failed – but I also paid the price

2008-08-26T13:48:00.000+02:00

A Dom, to whom I am very grateful, has mailed me suggestions of self-punishment and I am glad that he made me try out stinging nettles. It was a most arousing experience and I have written more about it in two posts: Part One and Part Two. When I recently received another mail from him I naturally wanted to try out the punishment. But it proved not to be easy.

The idea was to fill a condom with sperm and hang it from the ceiling so high that I had to tiptoe and stretch my body to reach it. Of course I was not allowed to use my hands. My task was to bite through the condom and take as much as I could of the content in my mouth.

Of course I wanted to try it. I was ordered to trip and Master cuffed my hands behind my back. The condom was hanging so high up that I could barely touch it when tiptoeing. But I had to bite through it to access the valuable content. To inspire me, Master used a riding crop on my breasts, belly and thighs and the strokes burnt wonderfully. But I could not seem to get a grip of the condom by my teeth.

So finally I made a jump and tried to catch it. I missed. I jumped again . Same result. Master struck me harder and faster with the riding crop to really get me going. Suddenly, something gave way within me. In my mind’s eye I could see myself playing with Ville when he was younger. He used to love jumping to catch different things and although he cannot do it anymore due to age and poor health, I all off a sudden remembered all our great times together and all the wonderful years we have had together, ever since he was a puppy. In this very moment the whole situation seemed absurd. I stopped trying and Master, who felt that something was wrong, dropped the riding crop. He unlocked my cuffs and we just stood under the condom for a long while, hugging and kissing. I explained my feelings and Master gently caressed my hair while he explained that he did not want me to do something which was against my nature. He certainly knows how much Ville means to me.

There was an alternative scenario ordered in the mail. I should fill a condom with sperm or even urine and then put it in the freezer until it was to be used. I could then do it when I was alone. But I could not think of doing this, either. Keeping sperm and urine in a place where I keep the food – no, it felt totally revolting. What’s the difference? you might ask yourself. Sure, I simply love it getting both sperm and urine in my mouth directly from the source, so to speak. But this felt totally wrong.

In the end, Master and I agreed to give the whole plan up. He does not want to force me to do something that doesn’t feel right, just as he would never force me to be involved in animalsex or kidsex. But we also agreed that I should be punished most severely for my failure.

The punishment took one whole day. I was repeatedly chained to the hook where the condom earlier had hung and Master whipped me savagely with a single tail whip until I was about to pass out. He let me rest for a while and then the whipping started again, all over my body. He concentrated especially on my back at first and really gave me a great cris-crossing. When he paused, he smeared tiger balm into my wounds and soon the whipping started again. Believe me, this time I almost got more than I bargained for. Normally it is me who keeps on begging for more, but this was almost more than I could bear. My poor behind got its fair share of canes and rods until blood was trickling down my thighs.

After this whipping I had to stay in bed for a few days and Master was taking care of me like a baby, nursing my wounds. Many of the marks will remain for a very long time and they will give me very pleasant memories of this day each time I pose in front of the mirror. Memories of the day I was punished for my failure.

I am a bad, bad girl

2008-08-25T12:46:00.000+02:00

Yes, I am a really bad girl… and I deserve to be spanked. Not only that. I am so bad that I need to be flogged, caned and birched on a regular basis. No matter how many strokes I get I am in desperate need of thousands more. Despite all the marks that are already there, my flesh constantly craves more of the harshest punishments. It has been a long wonderful summer with many exciting days together with Master. Now the time has come for us to part for some time again but we will still be connected through the very special bonds that exist between us (not to mention the Internet, of course…)

Now I will be by myself again for a long time and it will be up to me to handle the practical punishments. I am really longing to start doing it again. Several new ideas for self-punishment are popping up in my head all the time and I also get many ideas from you, my beloved readers. Forgive me for neglecting you like I have done. I really am a bad girl and I need to be punished most strictly. Won’t you please come up with more suggestions on how you want me to suffer. Now I really feel in the mood to start blogging again – and trying out many new alternatives of self punishment.

I also want you to know that I recently failed in carrying out a punishment ordered by a reader. Yes, I failed. I will explain more about this later, not to mention how Master later punished me for my failure. Although he understood why I failed we both agreed that the most severe punishment was necessary to make this slut pay the price for her failure.

If you only knew how horny I am right now… as I imagine what I will be ordered to do to myself as we enter another dark season. Yes, darkness does something to me. It evokes a lust within me which I am unable to resist – and why should I? Also, I will be glad to hear from you and I love reading your comments. Please write a comment right away… if nothing else for telling me what a slut I am and how you think I should be punished.
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Love,
your slaveslut tina

P.S. Anyone who happen to have any more pics from this series? I have no idea who the artist was. The girl was called Sheila and the artwork was sold as sets of cards by a mail order company from New Your in the 1970s (courtesy of Master).

Strange preferences?

2008-08-05T13:28:00.000+02:00

Luckily, we are all different and we have our individual tastes. In a relationship we may have to adjust ourselves to the other part to make it work. This can be especially challenging in a bdsm relationship. I realize that I am very lucky to have found a Master who is into the same sort of things that I am. Often we don’t have to speak at all – it just works like it should when we are playing, just because we know each other so well. The big difference is perhaps that he is a bit more sensible than I am… I do have a tendency to want to go too far sometimes.

What is so wonderful is that we also share the same limits, without even discussing it, without safewords. No, sometimes I wish I could use a no-safeword to make the action continue J It may seem strange but it has been there as long as we have known each other. Not that we are exactly reading each other’s minds but we just work in the same way.

So what are my actual limits? Well, first and foremost absolutely NO KIDSEX and NO ANIMALSEX. No scat, either. But on the other hand I enjoy golden showers very much and I love taking the yellow stream in my mouth, swallowing as much as I can. So what’s the difference, one may wonder. Well, I just work this way.

I get simply high on hard floggings and birchings but I also enjoy relatively mild otk spankings. Having my face slapped, hair pulled, ears pinched – yes, it all turns me on. But for some reason a fist in my face would not be as exciting as a slap with open hand. I see nothing exciting with losing a tooth or having my eyes swelled shut because of a blow. But I don’t mind bloody streaks and scars on my body, as long as they are the results of a severe whipping. When the cane bites deep into my flesh, splitting my skin so that blood oozes out from the welts, this and the pain shocks drives me over the top with lust. But just cutting my skin with razor blades or knives would never give me the same satisfaction.

Breaking bones, amputations, mutilation – no, that’s nothing for me. I see nothing sexy about ending up in a wheelchair after a session. Everything connected with hospitals I even find extremely unsexy. Maybe it’s because I have been working a lot in these environments. But a public flogging in the market square in front of thousands of spectators – or grim tortures in a medieval dungeon, YESSSS… both IRL and in my fantasies.

As for the medieval dungeon, being stretched on the rack is OK but not having my limbs dislocated. More or less permanent marks are not only OK but can be very arousing. Yes, I would let myself be put in an Iron Maiden, provided the spikes were rather short and didn’t cause any internal damages. But having your tongue cut off or your eyes stuck out would be definitely wrong, although it did happen in “those good old days”.

I realize I might not be too easy to understand. One problem was actually finding someone who was interested in playing but my biggest problem has always been that those punishing me have been to mild (or meek) and left me frustrated. That is, until I met my Master. Still, there is the security that I know he will never go too far with me, although he will definitely take me over the top.

I realize that I have earned quite a punishment for neglecting my blog and I will get back to that subject very soon. Take care,

Your slaveslut tina

Beat me harder, please…

2008-07-23T05:44:00.000+02:00

I admit it… I’m not here in blogosphere as often as I should be. There are no excuses for this but maybe some explanations. Sometimes there are more urgent and exciting things in life. Yes, it is very rude of me to neglect you, dear readers. If it is of any consolation to you I am being severely punished for my neglections all the time.

Behind the closed bedroom door you can hear the sound of hard whacks mixed with my gasps, sobs and screams. I am pleading for mercy, yet I wish that this wonderful spanking will never end. I am lying over the knee, with a firm grip around my waist and my bare bottom exposed. The heavy wooden paddle has soon made my poor globes turn bright red and very swollen but still the heavy smacks keep on raining on my bottom, making me squirm and scream. Oh, it’s so wonderful… please spank me harder… make me suffer, Master.

The continous spankings keeps me aroused and assures that I am wet and eager when you want to have me. Besides, I always have the riding crop ready beside my bed, and my closet is full of other tools you may want to use for punishing me. Oh, please do. If you punish me hard enough, then maybe I will be a good girl and start blogging again.

Please, Master, beat me harder. Much harder... mmmmmm

The taming of a slut

2008-07-18T15:18:00.000+02:00

Sometimes it happens that I do wonder if I am really normal. Though I know that my submissive character and my lust for pain is by no means unique. There must be millions of women like me in the world. But in some way it seems that I have passed some border which is not acceptable. Even others involved in this lifestyle have tried to explain to me that what I am longing for can be all right as fantasies but warns me not to go too far. At the same time, pain is for me a source of ecstatic pleasure that I could not get in any other way. Surely there are many nutcases around in the world and I am sure that you are only wishing me well by trying to warn me against living out my fantasies. But once you have finally found Him, where everything falls into place... when I have found Him who can play my body with His sensitive fingers like a musician plays his instrument... why would I ever want to go back? My one and only desire is to advance further into this wonderful world of pain and submission in order to experience new sensations.

A psychologist would probably explain my desires by some traumatic experiences in my childhood. I can honestly say that my childhood was one of happiness and harmony without any serious problems. But my secret desires have been with me for as long as I can remember. At first I discovered how much I enjoyed playing Indians and Cowboys with the boys, being captured, tied and "tortured". many times I would wish that they had gone further but they probably neither had the nerve nor the imagination. We were actually starting to unleash feelings that many would think would have been better off being suppressed. Our games gave us a perfect alibi. You can imagine that I was dreaming of our games many a night and how they could advance further. At the same time, I had to restrain myself not to go to far. Already then, I realized that I had to be very discreet and as I grew up, my obsession became a very secret part of myself. Dating boys I found just boring as nobody realized what I was longing for and I had no one to talk to about it. Sex in some way felt like a half measure without what I was dreaming of. In all secrecy, I started practising self discipline in my early teens and afterwards, everything felt just so much more meaningless and empty. It was not just a dream. It developed into a craving for pain and humiliation that I neither could or wanted to control. I realized that it had to surface some day. I read everything I could on the subject and when I found 'The Story of O' it was like a revelation to me. I also wrote down many of my secret dreams and desires and mostly I destroyed my notes so that nobody would see them. My entire teens were filled with casual sex contacts that left me cold and a constant feeling of emptiness.

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I feel so utterly sinful as I sense the dew fresh grass under my bare feet with the soft morning breeze caressing my bare sex. The birds are greeting me with their happy chirping, greeting me for a new wonderful day. The mere sight of the huge, old birch tree and shrubs of switches and branches fills me with lust and anticipation and I am already wet. I have with me a pair of pruning shears and I collect switches and birch rods, from very slim ones to long and thick ones with sharp, elastic tips. My breathing becomes very heavy as I break one switch after another from the old weeping birch and in my mind I can visualize what is to come. My nipples are stiff and hard and protrudes through the fabric of my thin summer dress. I feel safe that nobody will disturb us.

Although I have collected loads of rods and switches, I know that it will be the birch rods from the weeping birch that will hurt the most. As usual you will start birching me with light strokes and long intervals between each stroke, letting the heat spread through my body before you slowly increase the intensity of the birching. The weeping birches have very slender but strong and sharp switches with lots of rock hard buds that have not yet burst into leafs. While the rods and wickers leave good, hard welts and cause a persistent pain, the fine switches of the weeping birch bite sharply into my skin and as you increase the strength and intensity with each stroke, they leave thin bloody streaks on my buttocks and thighs. And I am really burning with lust!

Your strokes ignite a fire passion within me and like an athlete high on endorphins, I feel so excited and lusty that I wish this could go on forever. I only want you to chastise me harder…
But you do feel when I have had enough. There comes a time when I am totally high from the pain and excitement and desperate with lust. Then you will want to own me. All of a sudden you enter me, your hard thick lance of flesh penetrating me, with the strength of a beast. You take me very hard and brutally. You drive me over the edge to climax again and again while sinking your teeth into my neck, conquering your female. I feel your huge tool pulsating and swelling within me as you are sucking my flesh into your mouth, biting, leaving vivid sucking marks on my neck. I lose all conscience of time and when you finally comes within me, we both collapse on the bed, totally exhausted. Now we only want to lay together, enjoying each others nearness, caressing each others bodies. We have all the time in the world. It is just us and we are happy. I feel purified and content.

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- Tina, my naughty, naughty girl!

I put down all the switches and rods I have collected and get down on my knees before you. A firm grip of my hair and two swift, hard slaps on my cheeks. You are wearing your beautifully ornamented ring which I know will leave marks. You like putting marks on my body and I love you for it. How often am I not standing in front of the mirror, admiring your marks on my skin, longing desperately for you. When we are out on the town together I have to have my shoulders and neck exposed to show the marks of your teeth and lips. It must be shown that this slut has been used thoroughly. You generally will also give me some vivid stripes with a birch rod or a riding crop across my thighs before we go out. I must wear very short skirts to give the stripes and welts maximum exposure.

The tattoo on my left upper arm was actually there before, but all the other marks on my body have been made by you. When we are taking a bus ride, I must sit in the middle of the seat at the very back row with my legs far apart so that everybody can see my exposed sex. Panties and bras are strictly forbidden when we are out together. Even though most people quickly shy away their eyes there are some, especially older people, who cannot disguise their disgust. Sofar, nobody has said anything, though. There may even be those who find the sight exciting, as they lay their eyes upon my welts and marks.

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Now I am in a state of ecstacy. I am standing on all fours, swaying my back and you are wearing out one switch after another from the beautiful weeping birch on my nude bottom and thighs. You whip me faster and harder all the time so that your arm soon looks totally blurred. I feel the switches biting through my skin, sobs, cries and beg you not to stop, to continue chastising me. When I finally feel your strong hands gripping my hips and your hard tool penetrating me, I can feel blood trickle down my thighs. You thrust into me hard and deep, like a piston. When your warm semen is spurting into me, I feel your teeth biting into my neck, as a final conquering gesture. When I lay on my stomach with your body upon me, I am totally exhausted by all the orgasms I have had and the enormous strain. My body is burning with pain and yet I am longing for a good taste of your birch again. I am yours and I beg you to use me as much as you want and can.

A thorough birching is the best way to teach a slut how to behave...

English Spanking

2008-07-17T19:44:00.000+02:00

There are actually quite a few good websites out there which I find very exciting. Not only do I enjoy being spanked and whipped myself but I also find it very exciting to watch pictures and films of other girls being punished. So I often shop around on the web and I will be reporting about my finds in the blog. Do stay tuned!

I just discovered English Spanking and as I found their site very interesting, I took the opportunity to ask Peter from ES a few questions. He has been involved in producing spanking video for around 25 years while English Spanking was started five years ago. The company employs people for shooting as needed, with two working full-time.

Is this then a work of love or just like running any business? “ It started purely as a work of love but is now a bit of both” says Peter. He also adds that like any other business the company has its ups and downs but thanks to the quality of the material, English Spanking is doing quite well. Apart from producing spanking videos, the team has also been producing material for several TV channels, including Playboy – not spanking material, though.

“The English Spankers audience is interested in the more mature ladies as well as the schoolgirl type, says Peter, so we do not feature just one style but do try to give a mix”.

Creating screenplays for videos would seem like a tall order but according to Peter “it just happens”. Obviously people don't want complex stories on the web, they seem to like just a short scene setting and then down to the action.

Quite a number of the models are real life bdsm practioneers. Mostly, the models do one to one appointments but there are also those who are doing this on a full time basis. On average, the models are paid £300 per session. New films are generally shot every week. Depending on the model and her popularity, some models may appear in many videos and there are models who have made ten or more films.

At present, most of the customers are British, followed by the USA. Germany is also a large market for English Spanking. The company has also recently started a website which includes sex and spanking on http://www.redstripefilms.com/ and are working on a new, school orientated site which will be at http://www.spanking-accademy.com/

It seems that finding new models is actually very easy. Generally, new models come in by word of mouth and Peter adds that many girls who have enjoyed the sessions and are comfortable with the team tend to tell their friends.

Thanks to Peter of English Spanking for taking the time. Now for some examples of what you will find at their site. Please click on the images to go to the video galleries.

Still alive, well and horny blushes

2008-07-15T13:33:00.001+02:00

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

Belle de Jour whipping scene

2008-07-03T22:43:00.000+02:00

Here is a clip from the film Belle de Jour, starring Catherine Deneuve, from 1967. The story is about a frustrated housewife who cannot be satisfied by her man. She has vivid masochistic fantasies (believe me, I know how it feels…) and one day she starts to work secretly in a brothel, using the name Belle de Jour. Very soon she meets a bad guy who has the power to make some of her hidden fantasies come alive and then… no, I really don’t want to spoil the fun for you. See the film yourself, you won’t regret it!

Girls violently whipped in Ethiopia

2008-06-30T13:41:00.000+02:00

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

For the love of my Master

2008-06-29T13:42:00.000+02:00

I am indeed a very happy woman. When I fell into your arms on Friday after such a long time apart, I experienced profound happiness. As I rubbed myself against you, feeling your strong, masterful manliness, I realized how much I had been missing you. But now we have a long, wonderful summer ahead of us.

I pressed my chest against you and the tacks and pins dug into my swollen breasts. You smiled at me and kissed my lips gently. My entire mind and body was uproar with lust but I knew I had to be calm. I wanted to fall on my bare knees before you, begging you to hurt me. I wanted to beg you for a good taste of your whip. But I knew better than trying. You can read me like no other and I know how you work. Your strategy is to make me wait, having me on the torture rack as long as possible before you finally let me experience what I crave. You and I know that it just increases my lust to a degree which is almost unbearable and I know I could never achieve it on my own.

Yes, I do a lot of self-punishments and I am very active when it comes to, well, sort of… flicking the bean, twiddling the knob… oh well, masturbating… *blushes* I do it several times a day and very often if I only have only a couple of minutes to spare by myself. It makes it so much more exciting. But it can never be the same as being owned and used by you, Master. The joy of submitting to your masterful manliness is what keeps me going.

You ordered me to go into a chatroom to tell about what was happening and when you grabbed my breasts from behind so hard that it felt like all pins were driven into my flesh at the same time, I cried out from pain. Your whisper in my ear that you thought I needed a good spanking made me so aroused and I had to finish the chat contact very quickly. You led me to the bedroom with a hard grip in my left ear and very soon I was lying over your knee. Oh Master, this is so wonderful.

During the day you punished me in various ways, gradually building up the excitement and the harshness of my punishments. I was only too happy to submit and when you used your heavy belt on my sore bottom I screamed so much from pain and ecstacy that you had to gag me before proceeding. You know exactly how to make me reach the wonderful world of subspace and we both know that plain vanilla sex just will never be the same.

At nine o’clock in the evening you took off my tacked bra and the pain when the pins and tacks were pulled out of my flesh was the most intense I had felt in a long time. More pins than I realized had penetrated my skin and my poor breasts, red and sore, were full of marks. You surely used both teeth and fingers in the most effective way to cause me moe pain, to put loving marks on my body.

Master, I love you and I am so glad to be with you again. May this go on forever.
your slaveslut tina

In the hands of The Whip Master

2008-06-27T13:02:00.001+02:00

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

Tina’s stinging nettle punishment, part 2

2008-06-26T15:44:00.000+02:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time for part two of my punishment

2008-06-25T20:42:00.001+02:00

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

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

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

Tina’s stinging nettle punishment, part 1

2008-06-24T13:24:00.000+02:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whipping scene from the Viking Queen

2008-06-21T14:57:00.000+02:00

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…

Sometimes enjoyment has low priority

2008-06-21T00:02:00.001+02:00

I know that there are many of you out there who are waiting for news about me using the thumb tack-bra as self-punishment, which you voted for in my poll. However, I have been forced to postpone this a bit as something just happened which makes me realize there are more important things in life than playing erotic games.

This afternoon I was suddenly missing Ville, my faithful dog. He usually lies resting outside my door, guarding. However, all of a sudden he was gone. After searching for a long time I found him sitting behind some bushes, panting and obviously in great pain . Soon I realized that his hind legs would not bear him and I had to help him stand up.

I had feared for a long time that something like this would happen. Big dogs like Ville often get problems with their joints as they grow old and he is now over 11 years old. Naturally, I had to take him to the nearest emergency animal hospital to get him some help. They took an X-ray and as they explained it to me, I realized this was serious. At the same tame, the female veterinarian asked me discretely if I had thought about the option of putting him to rest before the pain became too much.

It may sound strange but at this very time Ville turned his head at me and looked straight into my eyes. His eyes said it all. Please, don't! I will come back. I will tell you when the time has come for us to part. It was an extremely strong moment and with tears trickling down my face I told the friendly doctor that I would like to try to help him come back. She understood and I got a prescription for some strong pain killers which would help him. I had to support him as we went back to the car but the injection he had got at the hospital seem to make him stronger.

At the moment my only concern is Ville and I want to help him t get well as much as I can. I will have to concentrate on this so I hope you will bear with me for a while. The self-punishment will be carried out but I hope you understand that my thoughts are now elsewhere. All of a sudden I was pulled back to reality from the world of excitement where I have been dwelling for a long time.

Talk to you as soon as I can.

Love,
tina

The Woman and the Whip

2008-06-18T23:19:00.000+02:00

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

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

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

Thank you for voting… but what is the outcome?

2008-06-16T14:28:00.000+02:00

When I finally got into town to check out the results of my blog poll, I found out that both the caning and the thumb tack bra alternative have attracted an equal amount of votes. How do we solve this? I have decided to prolong the time for voting until Wednesday, June 18 by which time hopefully we will have a clear number one. So please keep those votes coming.

Whatever alternative it will be, I will be using many other forms of self-punishment, too. And in a week Master will be back with me for a while before travelling on. But we will surely have a wonderful time together and I expect to have a lot of great experiences to tell you about in my blog later this summer. Sofar it has been a wonderful summer here in Sweden and I am very excited about what I will experience later in summertime. I am going back home today and I will start carrying out the self-punishment decided by you after the new deadline: midnight CET on June 18 (22.00 UTC).

I have gained a lot of experience when it comes to using different types of switches, birches, rods and branches on my bare buttocks this week. Obviously the birch is the most effective alternative but you also have to find very elastic switches that will not break easily. Also, they are only effective for a few hours after picking, then they start to dry up. Another thing is that my skin gets very rough from the continous birchings so in the end my skin is like rawhide and very difficult for the birches to cut through. The first days I succeeded to slash many bleeding scars into my sinful globes but the last days I have not succeeded to do that although each birching still hurts and burns wonderfully.

Thank you again for voting and please come back soon. I have a lot of exciting things to tell you about and I must confess that knowing that you are reading what I write and so many of my secret thoughts and fantasies makes me very horny… *blushes*

So anxious about the outcome of my self-punishment poll…

2008-06-15T15:02:00.000+02:00

I can’t hardly wait until midnight (CET = 22.00 UTC) to see what self-punishment I shall carry out this week. If the alternative with the most votes should bed a severe trashing on my bottom, like the caning alternative, it is perhaps not the best timing as I have been trashing myself with birch rods for hours each and every day the past week. Yes, I have succeeded in trashing myself so hard that I drew blood and that only makes me redouble my efforts. My buttocks are covered with welts, bruises, marks and scars so my bottom really could use a rest. But is you who decides and if you want it to be trashed even more, so it shall be.

On the other hand my breasts have been left untouched most of the time. I just have been pinching my nipples, digging my sharp nails as deep into them as hard as I can and rolling the nipple between my nails while writing. It makes me so hot and horny and my nipples so erect and hard that they feel like bursting. But apart from that my breasts have been left intact. So I guess the option of breast torture would give my poor bottom a chance to heal and enable myself to sit properly. But, like I said, you are the one who decides. Gee, am I longing to see your verdict tonight…

Tomorrow is "D" day...

2008-06-14T16:45:00.000+02:00

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

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

Friday the 13th

2008-06-13T01:45:00.000+02:00

I don’t really know if it has shaped my life in some way but I was born on Friday the 13th. But I really don’t think I have been very unlucky, apart from some relationships which I later realized I would have been better off without. But I had a happy childhood and the relationship I am in right now is absolutely perfect. I have a wonderful Master but neither of us would like to live in a 24/7 relationship. This was the very first thing we agreed on. We both love counting the days until we meet again, until we make love, we are yearning for punishment sessions never seeming to end… Yes, every day together is like a holiday.

Master travels a lot in his work and we are in touch each and every day by mail or phone. I am so glad that you are proud of your slaveslut and that you enjoy my suffering although the punishments must be by my own hand. But very soon you will be with me again. At the end of June we shall be together… making love and playing as much as want.

I am counting the days, hours… just can’t wait to be with you again. I desperately need to give myself to you completely… surrender to your masterful power… suffer under your cruel lash… the marks on my body will remain long after you have left.

I love you Master. I love you more than I ever realized I could love a man. There was a reason for us two finding each other. Please stay with me forever.

Captive in the jungle

2008-06-12T12:13:00.000+02:00

I have had very limited access to the web the last days and yesterday I had to use an Internet café as my normal broadband connection was out of order. Although I was sitting among other people, I simply had to go into a chatroom as I was very much in the mood for talking dirty and I sometimes do find some interesting contacts there. The chat is on www.ix.nu and it is in Swedish. If you would like to try it you will have to register but it’s free.

Anyway. I realize that at times I can be very far out as far as sex talk and fantasies are concerned. All of a sudden one guy (or whatever it was) simply told me: Idiot! Well, I agree that I don’t really hold back when I’m getting aroused but still I do see myself as a quite stabile and intelligent person. It is just that at times my fantasies seem to run away with me. For instance, here is one fantasy I really love to use when I am lying in bed at night, masturbating frantically. It always brings me such wonderful climaxes. Yes, maybe a shrink would regard this as a proof of some mental disorder on my part. As for me, I just love it!

The setting is somewhere deep in the African jungle. I have been captured by savages and taken to their village. I am being kept in the hut of a huge, brutal warrior and he can use my body as much as he want (and believe me, he does!). As I am lying on the ground, totally exhausted after being raped and abused for several hours, I suddenly see my chance. I decide to make a run for it and while I cuddle up pretending to sleep, I plan my attack very thoroughly. I am going to hit his weakest spot. As he gets near me, all of a sudden I kick him in the balls with all my might and it hits perfectly. Even a huge, muscular brute like this has very sensitive testicles and he doubles up, moaning and crying like a baby, unable to move. I immediately jump up and run in panic out from the hut, into the jungle. I have no idea about where I am going, I just know that I must get away from the village and find somebody who will save me. I don’t for a moment think about risks like wild animals, snakes, killer bees or whatever hazards may be in store for me out in the jungle. I am just desperate to get away and leave the village as far as possible behind me.

I run like mad and my heart is pounding so hard I think it will break. Although I can hardly breathe I force myself to keep on running and the thin dress which is all I have on is cut to shreads by thorns, as is my skin. The soles of my bare feet are cut by sharp rocks but I force myself to continue running as fast as I can despite the pain. Finally, I can take it no longer and I realize I must take a break. I collapse beneath a big tree and although my heart is pounding like a sledgehammer I try to listen for any sound of manhunters following me. Is it possible that I have really gotten away from them? My pulse slows down a bit and for one moment I really believe that I have succeeded. I keep on listening, totally unaware of the pain from numerous bleeding wounds on my body and in the soles of my feet. Then, suddenly I hear a weak crack just behind me and I jump up, desperate and in panic. I only catch a glimpse of the huge, muscular savage swinging a heavy club over his head and the very next second my world explodes in a cascade of stars and flashes and I fall into the deepest darkness, far away from pain and suffering.
The man who has hit me on the head with his club is the very same man whose balls I have kicked so cruelly about an hour ago and in his rage he strikes far too hard. He realizes, however, that I am still breathing and soon other men join him. They tie my ankles and wrists to a long pole and then carry me away hanging from the pole over their shoulders. The man who has clubbed me into unconsciousness is walking in the front, brandishing his heavy club. A hunter carrying his quarry back to the village.

After more than thirteen hours I eventually wake up with an excruciating headache, feeling dizzy and ready to throw up. My sight is very dim and I can hardly focus and I am lying naked on the ground, spread-eagled with my hands and feet tied to poles in the ground. The brutal savage who has knocked me out is standing before me with a sadistic grin on his face and his huge member with its bright red head pointing right out. God, how huge he is! There is no question about what he wants to do and now I am totally defenceless, unable to protect myself.

He rapes me like mad, fucking me in the most brutal ways for hours and in the middle of my suffering I can’t help but wondering about his speedy recovery after my assault. When the sun finally rises over the village I am so weak I feel like fainting and my poor pussy hurts so much it even overwhelms the pain in my head. I have a huge lump on my head as a memory of his club and there is a bloody crush mark where the skin has broken from the impact of the vicious blow. I lie on the ground, moaning with pain, feeling miserable. Little do I realize that my suffering has not even begun yet.

Soon he releases my bonds and drags me over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. I am so weak I cannot offer any resistance. He carries me out into an open spot in the middle of the village and I am tied to a huge pole, lying on my back. All the natives of the village, men, women and children, are present and their eyes are focusing upon my nude body. Most of them are cheering and laughing and their message is very clear. The white, blonde whore must suffer!

Two men lift me up, stretching my legs wide apart so I am utterly exposed. The chief of the village comes forward and he talks for a several minutes in a guttural language… although I do not understand the words of his announcement, the message is crystal clear. When he has finished speaking, he opens up his robe and exposes a huge dick which is even bigger than that of the man who has raped me all night. The other men hold me firmly in position and as the chief drives his huge, erect pole deep into my tortured pussy, I scream out from pain. He fucks me like mad and when he has shot his huge load into me and withdraws, the audience cheers and applaudes.

Then comes the most cruel part of my punishment. I am dragged to my feet and turned around, my hands are tied to the pole high above my head so I have to tiptoe. There is no question about what is in store for tinaslut, the Swedish blonde slut. The man who has captured me is the one who will handle the punishment and I am to be whipped by a ferocious looking tool, the kourbash. This is a very sharp, flexible rod, which is impossible to break and easily cuts through the skin and digs deep into the flesh of the poor victim. I do not know it yet but before the day is over I will have received five hundred very hard lashes. Several different pieces of this monstrous tool of punishment are lying ready for use in a barrel of salt water, to make the pain even more unbearable.

My captor starts whipping me and the audience is urging him to whip me harder, they want to see blood. And this will be a reality very soon. Totally ignoring my desperate screams and pleas for mercy, he whips me so hard that blood splatters around the pole. Soon I have lost my voice from all the screaming and moans of pain are all that come over my lips. Several times I faint from the extreme pain but I am brought back to life by the medicine man who holds a jar of some smelly substance under my nose. He also oversees the punishment and regularly gives the warrior the go-ahead to continue. Naturally, they want the slut to survive so they can torture her as much as possible. Their cruelty in punishing me knows no limits.

The flogging takes several hours and when the 500th stroke has been administred, I am hanging limp in my shackles. For the rest of the day they let me hang from the pole and anyone can come forward and do what they want to me. Laughing children throw small sharp rocks at my tortured body, women bring buckets of urine which they pour over me, making the bleeding wounds on my body hurt like fire, men pinch my nipples and pubic lips, dig their nails into my clitoris, slaps my face… there is no end to my ordeals.

Finally, my bonds are released and I am so weak from the tortures that I cannot stand up. I am carried back to the hut of the warrior who has whipped me and he is now going to have the fuck feast of his life all through the night. Whipping me to shreads has aroused him to the extent that he simply cannot stop. Never in my entire life have I been so brutally ravaged.

I knew I had it coming and soon I feel his huge, brutal hands gripping my hips while his monstrous tool starts thrusting at my tight puckered anus. No, please, don’t... it’s too big… you’re going to kill me… But he is very determined and suddenly, with one powerful thrust, his huge dick splits up my tight orifice and plows deep into me. The pain is so extreme that I faint and his huge pole is covered by my blood.

From now on, each day I am tied to the pole in the centre of the village all day long so that anybody can use my body. The men are fucking me like mad and many women love to urinate on my body. Some even love urinating in my face, forcing me to swallow. Sometimes there is a long line of women wanting to humiliate me this way. The little children keep throwing rocks at me and whipping me with switches or burning me with glowing branches from the fire. Each Saturday I am again tied to the pole and flogged into unconsciousness with five hundred lashes of the kourbash. Every time it’s the savage who used his heavy club to catch me who handles the flogging. As a reward he is the one who may use my body after the flogging and I am carried to his hut after having received my five hundred lashes.

When I am lying on the ground in his hut, my body covered with welts and bloody streaks, I flash a smile of gratitude at him and I expose my orifices as provocatively as possible. Yes, my love, please take me now. I am yours and I never want this to end. May I never be rescued!

What do you say – do you think I’m crazy? Or am I just an extraordinary horny slut?

Please vote in my poll for what alternative of self-punishment you want me to use on my slut body. I will carry out the punishment which gets the most votes after June 15.

Love,
tina

Self-punishment update

2008-06-11T15:38:00.000+02:00

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

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

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

Lovely biting lashes on my slut body

2008-06-10T14:04:00.000+02:00

I have kept on whipping my swollen behind, each time one hundred hard lashes by switches and birches with a short pause after each set of ten. I did it around midnight and in the morning I simply had to feel the biting lashes again. This is so wonderful and I simply cannot get enough. Fortunately I still have a few days left of my mini-vacation and I will certainly get several hundred lashes every day. I want to make myself bleed and I am determined to achieve that... lovely bloody streaks on my tortured bottom… before I leave.

The following is an excerpt from my ebook The Love of the Lash which I thought you might enjoy. If you like hard, brutal stories I am sure you will enjoy reading the entire book. You can get it from http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?id=tinaslut&pr=991 Here we go:

“This is Tina and she’s one of the horniest sluts we have!”

I actually blushed at Katja’s words although I was already exposed in the most humiliating position that you could imagine. My arms and legs were stretched out as much as possible to the side, cuffed and fastened to heavy ringbolts in the wall behind me, just about an inch from each other. It was a very uncomfortable position and it left me exposed wide open. On the floor under me was a mirror that showed every detail of my sex and a very strong spotlight was beamed at me, focusing on my wide open pussy. My bare sex was glistening with juices and I felt an ever increasing tingle of excitement rushing through my body. The beautiful Katja had rubbed aromatic oils into my skin all over my body after we had been making love this morning. Lovely Katja, you beautiful strong woman… how you drove me crazy with your hands, tongue and lips… I gazed at her body with a lust and longing in my mind and as I looked into her beautiful blue eyes I knew that she could not wait until next time, either. She wanted me just as much I wanted her. The pictures of ourselves making love with the intensity of two crazy wildcats in heat flashed through my mind. Just the sight of this beautiful woman made my juices starting to flow and my clitoris was stiff and erect, almost feeling like it was going to burst from the pressure.

“Tina is a natural masochist”, Katja said as she handed over a long, whippy rod to the man beside her. He took the rod in his hand and was drooling over my exposed body. My bare skin was glistening from oil and sweat under the strong spotlight.

“Just whip her pussy and she will come for you again and again. This rod is made of fibre glass and is perfect for pussy whipping. Don’t hold back, she loves it…”

I could not move but the expression on my face told him everything there was to know. He could not possibly have had a more tempting target before his eyes as I was chained wide open, ready to be used. The man was tall, with thin hair and probably in his late 50s. His eyes were really glowing with lust as he tucked up his sleeves and raised the rod over his head.
“Yes please, do it… just do it to me now…” My entire mind was focused on the rod as it whistled through the air and as it struck my inner thigh close to my sex I gasped from painful lust. My moans and cries became louder while my body was shivering from pleasure and pain. Katja smiled at me discretely as the man became more skilful in aiming and the sharp rod bit into my pussy, licking my swollen lips and clitoris with a tongue of fire.

“OOOOHH AAAAHHHGGHHHH YESSSS…” I simply could not hold back any longer. As my body was shaking from one violent climax after another he got into a frenzy and whipped my poor pussy like mad – which just drove me to new orgasms. As he finally stopped whipping me I felt weak and dizzy, floating around on waves of pleasure.

“What do you think?” Katja asked.

“She’s hot, alright. I want her.”

Katja loosened my cuffs and fastened a thin chain to my leather collar. She massaged my legs and arms gently and it took a while before I could stand up as my legs had fallen asleep during the time I was chained to the wall. My hands were cuffed behind my back and as she led me by the chain towards the Chambre Séparée, the man followed behind gazing at my nude body. I walked with my eyes lowered but could not help looking furtively at Katja’s fit, muscular body. I knew she would want me to share her bed when I returned from the session with this man. Katja always loved to make love to me as I had just been whipped and I realized that this man was not going to show me any mercy. She unlocked my cuffs and I was standing still, awaiting orders. While he selected a black single tail whip from the collection on the wall, Katja made me kneel before him and grabbed my hair, pulling my head backwards .

“Well, Tina, what do you have to say to your guest?”

I swallowed and look straight into his eyes:

“I am your slave, Sir. Please give me the whip… I need it….”

As Katja silently closed the door behind her, he laid on the first lash right across my back with full force and I knew that my screams would just increase his lust, making him whip me even harder.

More pain for Tina

2008-06-09T12:33:00.000+02:00

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

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

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

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

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

God, am I horny now… mmmmmmmmm

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

A beautiful day and a sore behind…

2008-06-08T14:07:00.000+02:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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