Our mistress keeps us shackled. Full manacles and fetters shackled together, allowing us to stand with our hands at our waist.. We all wear our slave collars welded around our neck with a short leash chain attached. Of course slaves are not permitted to stand in the presence of our Mistress and must fall to our knees and grovel.
When greeting our Mistress it is acceptable to fall to our knees, grovel and beg “please grant your merciful whip to this worthless slave” and otherwise be silent.
Our shackles makes our work in the quarry and fields difficult but the overseers take no mercy as we work under the lash.
For clothing a slave is not permitted pants but must wear a slave skirt or loincloth skirt. Our private parts may not be covered except by the skirt.
For us male slaves, wearing a skirt is considered cross dressing and invokes beautiful punishment at the whim of our mistress.
Today I am leashed and dragged to her feet. I grovel and beg to be whipped like a good slave.
Mistress, holding her cruelest single tail in her right hand, lashes me several times, and gazes down at my wretchedness. She asks why I am wearing a skirt?
“Mistress, this miserable slave is only permitted to wear a slave skirt”
Whooosh - tack! The whip cracks against my back...
She continues with a dozen quick lashes before continuing.
“I did not give you permission to speak, worm, I will add 50 lashes to your punishment!”
“Chain it to the whipping post. Prepare an array of whips. The punishment for cross dressing is 100 lashes! This slave is to be whipped 150 times. I will choose the instruments.”
I am dragged to the post - my wrists are placed in the shackles at the top of the post. My leash is also secured to it. My legs remain shackled and I am upon my knees... A brutish overseer is brought forward, we slaves fear him and only know him as Whipmaster.
My mistress instructs “I expect you to count, slave, and on every stroke you will also cry out “slave”, do you understand, you may speak”
“Yes Mistress “
“And if you lose count, slave, another 10 lashes will be added for your insolence, understood?”
“Yes Mistress “
“Very well, Whipmaster- start with the camel whip for 30 strokes. Begin”
Whoosh - tack!
“1, slave!” I say
Whoosh - tack!
“2, slave!”
... the whipping continues. “3, slave! 4, slave!”...
After 30 lashes I am content, knowing my place, and have kept count without crying out.
Mistress proclaims to now use the long single tail whip for the next 40...
It makes more of a whistling sound and inflicts more pain
Whir- slash!
“31, slave!”
32, 33,34... by the 50th lash I am in discomfort but knowing I deserve this, keep pace ... “50, sla-ave!” I begin to whimper
Whir-rash!
“51, sla-ave!” Tears are rolling down my face...
52,53....
At the 65th lash I cry out in pain as the lash cuts a stripe exactly on another, I almost miss the count “Aaaii... sixty... sixty- five, slave!”
I don’t see it but my mistress smirks. She enjoys seeing the whip master at work and the sufferings of her slaves...
The count reaches 69, (“69, slave!”) and then the Whipmaster makes an extra effort , the whirring sound lasts much longer and as it cracks against my back the pain is exquisite
“Aaaaaaaaaaa!!! Aiiiiii! Sev.... Sev, awwww, seventy, slaaaaave!” I stammer.
Mistress turns to the Whipmaster, “Thank you Whipmaster, I’m sure wielding the lash is tiring, I shall take over from here!”
Even though he is also a slave, like all the overseers his station is much higher than this poor lowly worthless slave.
Mistress selects a bullwhip! I am in fear as I see the cruel look in her eyes, I shall be torn to ribbons. My dick has gone completely hard, I am in a painful ecstasy and we are not half way....
She cracks the bull whip over my head as she determines the correct distance. I know she’s an expert torturer and I am ecstatic at the prospect of the coming agony!
Whooooooooo- crack!!! The crack sounds like a gunshot and she has timed it so the cracker hits me at maximum velocity!!
I cannot help but scream, but manage to remember “71, sla-a-ve....”
-Whoooo-crack!!
I do not scream on the 72nd but the 73rd catches my underarm and I scream again!
Whoooo-crack
“AAAIIIiIIiii! Se-sev- seventy three, sla-a-ve....” I piss myself....
“You are a pathetic slave, this will not go easy on you”
Her arm is fresh and she continues brutally.
Whoooo-crack
The bullwhip is cruel, yet I crave more as the Blood trickles from my wounds and she reaches 80, 90, 100 strokes....
Whoooo-crack, Whoooo-crack, Whoooo-crack!!!
I am so turned on, the pain is immense. A slave always loves to reach 100 strokes, it is a fitting and proper minimum for slave punishment.
“Aiiiii! One hundred and one, slave” I scream at every stroke and my count is a whisper, “slave” is barely audible
Mistress orders a bucket of brine poured over my wounds and I wail in complete agony. I am so rock hard and turned on I can’t believe I haven’t cum.
While I still wail she slashes me again, (Whoooo-crackone of the most brutal lashes I have ever received from the bullwhip, and I scream in both complete agony and ecstasy as I cum hard all over my loincloth and it drips onto the ground in great gobbetts...
My senses are overloaded from ecstasy and pain!
I am still screaming from the lash but finally remember I must respond, and say “one hundred... and... t... t... three, slave....”
Mistress notices immediately “you miserable cur, slave you are pathetic, trying to fool your mistress are you? You knew the penalty for making a miscount, SLAVE! Another 10 lashes. You didn’t try to deceive the Whipmaster, but me, your mistress, your goddess, your life”
“What am I to do to you now, worthless slave?”
“You had better keep count, this will only get worse for you now! Because it is I, you shall have another twenty added to the count, and you had better get the count right from here. I will also be considering extra punishment for your insolence! What say you, pathetic whip-slave? you may answer!”
If I wasn’t in chains I would have groveled at her feet, kissing the earth beneath her....
“Oh mistress, I beg for your mercy!!! Punish me severely, I kiss your whip and savour each taste you give me. Humiliate me mistress, Degrade me, I am your eternal worthless slave and relish my punishment. Please please please whip me, this slave begs you for the merciful whip!!!” I am sobbing, I deserve this, and my dick stirs once more.
“Very well, slave, I am in a merciful mood today!”
Without warning the bullwhip cracks across my buttocks, tearing some of my loincloth. Mistress is using her full strength and each lash is worse than the last.
I whimper but proudly proclaim “103, slave!”
I am surprised to hear mistress speak “good slave!”
Oh my heart bursts with joy! I am so happy, I am her slave and she acknowledged miserable me!
Whoooo-crack!!
She continues to strike, the pain is excruciating “104, slave” ; “105, slave”....
The bull whip fulfills its gruesome promise, tearing my flesh, blood staining my loincloth and the ground beneath me. My spatter also covers the whipping post.
Whoooo-crack
At 120 (slave) there is a pause.
Mistress orders another bucket of brine tipped over my wounds and I scream again.
She then has my leash unhooked from the whipping post. She approaches.
“Slave is thirsty, open your mouth!”
I am blessed, she pisses into my mouth and I drink every drop as I have never been so thirsty in all my life! My cock grows harder again and I am in ecstasy. Mistress then orders me to lick her woman hood and picks up a riding crop whip, saying “these shall not count but are to encourage you in your task”
I have never been in this much agony or this much ecstasy as I spend the next 30 minutes bringing my mistress to multiple orgasms while she teasingly whips me mainly on my arms and upper back with her short whip. At her crescendo I am so edged it hurts.
She tells me to open my mouth again and fills me with musky piss....
Then she stands and lovingly chains my leash back to the post.
“Now, to continue your punishment, you filthy slave!”
She selects a Cat O Nine Tails, and I am in further ecstasy, I’ve always felt the Cat is the proper whip for slave punishment, I like to call it the “Slave-whip”, and Mistress will be especially cruel, I am certain.
The unmistakable sound of the Cat through the air is like multiple whooshes of a single tail and with multiple cracks as it strikes my skin!
I cannot help but scream, like the pathetic beaten slave that I am, and continue the count “121, slave!”
The flogging continues for another 30 strokes, I am in such pain, completely exhausted, and so excited, as I never have been before. I had never taken 150 lashes at the whipping post before and I am so happy!
Another bucket of saltwater is tipped over my skin and more painful ecstasy ensues...
My cock is still hard and mistress noticing, has me unhooked from the post, ordering me to crawl to her.... She takes a seat on her leather chair as I approach. I kneel at her feet, and she allows me to look up at her. She tells me to kiss her pussy again, holding my leash tightly. As I arouse her once more and start licking her clit to bring her to orgasm she drags my leash higher and begins to kiss me! I do not see but she reaches for the crop and tells me to insert my still hard cock into her vagina but not to cum until commanded. She beats me as I slide it in and begin to rhythmically fuck her. She orgasms very quickly, whipping me harder, After thirty more minutes and two more orgasms, I fear she will deny me. I am fit to burst, as she edges closer to another orgasm. Finally she orders me to cum and I explode inside her.
She tells me to kneel and lick all the cum from her love canal and finishes off giving me another drink of her piss....
I am such a lucky slave!
Mistress has not forgotten, of course, ordering me to crawl back to the whipping post.
My body is on fire and I am spent. This is a slave’s true degradation- I have received so much pain, but I crawl back for more. My shackles bite into my skin, which is red raw from my struggling. A proper slave like me already has scars on my wrists, ankles, and neck, but now all were red and bleeding.
An overseer chains me back to the post, I am in agony. This is my heart’s desire. As a slave I’ve longed to be whipped so much! I don’t want to pass out, I am her whip-slave.
Mistress selects a new, even crueler Cat o nine tails and makes sure I can see that it is not just a whip but a scourge! This could kill me, and suddenly my dick is hard enough to hurt again!
The new whip makes a terrifying clinking sound as I wait for the next stroke. Instead she teases me with it, gently caressing my body so I might feel the barbs. Some scratch as she drags across different parts of my skin. My anticipation is palpable, I am terrified of the coming ocean of pain, yet I want it.
She steps back and swings mercilessly It sounds both different in the air and is far more devastating when it strikes!
Immediately I scream as the burning pain goes deep. I want to plead for mercy, but I dare not, and so between my screams I hoarsely say “151, slave!”
Mistress is extremely skilled, scourging different parts of my body with different strokes, eliciting screams of pain at every stroke But instead of flailing my skin off she pulls the scourge back each time as the barbs hold to withdraw them as they went in. Apparently she does not plan to scourge me to death today.
The count continues, I can barely speak but still whisper “155, sla-ave” (etc)
Of course some barbs will hold and rend my skin, on the 164th stroke many barbs catch in my shoulder and rent deep grooves in my flesh! I barely croak “164, slave,,,” before I pass out.
My mistress is extremely skillful, and would not continue my scourging while I was unconscious. Because it is pointless to beat a slave if it can’t feel the pain. Instead I was revived, more saltwater was poured over my skin. She then mercifully gave me more piss to drink.
On the next strike my happiness returned as I screamed in agony once more - “165, slave!” I said in a proud voice!
Mistress was now slashing harder into less damaged parts of my body. I was unaware but all along she carefully left them for her crescendo. Now each stroke brought an agony of such intensity I could not believe it possible!
I screamed as a beast as she rent my left flank deeply with the scourge “Aaaaaa, oooooh, aaaaaiiiii on, one, one, one hind, aaaaiiii, one huuundred and, and sixty-six, sssssla-ave” i stammered...
I was almost spent but my cock hardened some more, as the next slash came across my buttocks, rending some of my loincloth away and rending my buttocks from right to left!
I am in such agony and have never felt more enslaved which excites me! As I screamed I again managed to keep count “167, sssslave!”
Another slash, this time through my thighs, again I screamed. Desperately wanting to beg I instead continued the count ”168, slave, sob!” My tears were uncontrollable although few rolled
I noticed a pool of blood at my knees and could see it dripping profusely. So much torture, so much suffering. My loincloth skirt was torn and bloody, soaked with piss and cum.
The next slash came across my calves, which had so far received less attention but again mistress allowed the barbs to catch and tear strips of skin from my lower limb.
There are no words to describe my pain, I was the lowest slave and cruelty reigns supreme over me! I am in heaven and in hell!
“169, slave” I barely whisper
Mistress drew up her full strength and the scourge made a screaming sound as it courses throughout the air. fully followed through as the scourge rent my back below my shoulder blades from right to left.
My pain peaked even further and I screamed In extremis, before I finally croaked “170, slave! Thank you Mistress!”
"Now, slave, you are mine! Truly my worthless whip slave. Do you truly understand your utter enslavement to me now? You may speak!"
"i am my mistress' abject pain slave, i beg you to whip and punish me! . please torture me as you see fit, Mistress!!"
"Good, slave! I have many plans for you, you are to be condemned to my dungeon for more extreme torture. Today is just a taste of what delights i have in store for you. Whips and chains are only the beginning for you! i have one more gift for you now, then you can crawl in your chains under the lash to your new cell"
"What do you think of this, slave? you may speak"
"oh thank you mistress, you truly are the most wonderful, kind, cruel mistress. i will beg for every merciful torture as your faithful torture slave"
i am still chained to the whipping post.
I smell smoke, Mistress comes beside me as i recognise a brazier and glowing irons.
"This will be my final gift to you today, slave"
These irons looked very different to the smaller branding irons used to mark all slaves. These were larger and a much brighter yellowy red. Branding hurts, and so i fear what mistress has in store...
A large rod is withdrawn from the flames, i am scared now and start begging "oh please, Mistress, please have mercy! Please have mercy on this worthless slave, I beg for mercy, oh mercy, please mercy Mistress! .”
I feel and fear the intense heat as Mistress slowly moves it closer and closer. The heat is intense as she teases me with the iron. I whimper and struggle against my bonds...
Finally the Hot iron is placed on my breast, sizzling against my flesh, and i learn a new frightening level of pain! i try to flail against it but i am held fast in my chains.! i cry out in extreme agony as the iron sizzles and smokes against my breast. Even the worst Scourging is no match for this pain. i discover a new level of pain-ecstacy as my cock hardens while my skin burns...
She lets it kiss my skin Sizzling my breast for what seems an eternity before mercifully removing it.
the sound is a Ssssssszt at the beginning before becoming a muffled bubbling.
She picks up another, again teasing me with the heat licking my chest before placing it against my arm, holding in against my withering flesh as I scream and beg for mercy! Ssssszt!
“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, slave. I was only going to kiss you with 5 of these, when will you learn? Pathetic whip slave, I shall gift you an additional 15 teach you your proper place...”
Each rod is applied to a different part of my ravaged body, sizzling mercilessly as Mistress burns me deeply. I scream for every kiss
Ssssszt!
Rod after hot iron rod is placed against different parts of my body until I lose count, all I know is excruciating pain. I scream myself hoarse and feel the blackness is near. But my cock is harder than the irons, my degrading torture again raises me to ecstasy.
My arms, legs, chest, and buttocks are covered in burn marks. I am utterly degraded, in an agony I never knew could exist. Yet I crave it, this feels so right.
I don’t know it but next will be the 20th, mistress brushes my loincloth and burns my left testicle! Ssssszt! I scream harder than I ever have, and enjoy the sweet suffering.
Finally, she chooses a thin rod with a wooden handle and the end glows white hot! It has the letters TS on the metal end from the fire. Mistress places it on my right cheek and lets it sizzle. She lets it run deepest of all. Ssssssszt.... As the pain increases so does my arous and i come so hard that the branding iron sizzles from the cum that ejaculates so high...
“You are now marked for torture, slave, you may speak”
"Oh, thank you mistress, I beg to be your pitiful slave locked in chains for torture. The whip is my salve and torture will be my comfort. Thank you Mistress!”
I have graduated from Whip-Slave to Torture-Slave. I have never been more fulfilled or excited. Complete degradation was now mine. I know Mistress will show me no mercy and introduce me to a new world of slavery and torture. She was highly skilled, I knew I had years of beautiful pain to look forward to. And, at the end, I could have the crucifixion any slave would dream of! Exquisite!
As i am released from the whipping post and put back in my shackles, I grovel and crawl under Mistresses' lash, “Move, Torture slave” (she kisses me with the slave-whip now - Whoosh tack!). I crawl painfully towards the dungeon knowing I am the happiest and luckiest slave ever.
Whoosh-tack!
I beg for the merciful lash as I crawl, content I am truly owned by the most beautiful, merciful, sadistic, vicious, and cruel Mistress ever...
*clinking of chains*
Whoosh-tack!!!!
(Fading sounds of whip and chains, then a heavy door shuts....)
When greeting our Mistress it is acceptable to fall to our knees, grovel and beg “please grant your merciful whip to this worthless slave” and otherwise be silent.
Our shackles makes our work in the quarry and fields difficult but the overseers take no mercy as we work under the lash.
For clothing a slave is not permitted pants but must wear a slave skirt or loincloth skirt. Our private parts may not be covered except by the skirt.
For us male slaves, wearing a skirt is considered cross dressing and invokes beautiful punishment at the whim of our mistress.
Today I am leashed and dragged to her feet. I grovel and beg to be whipped like a good slave.
Mistress, holding her cruelest single tail in her right hand, lashes me several times, and gazes down at my wretchedness. She asks why I am wearing a skirt?
“Mistress, this miserable slave is only permitted to wear a slave skirt”
Whooosh - tack! The whip cracks against my back...
She continues with a dozen quick lashes before continuing.
“I did not give you permission to speak, worm, I will add 50 lashes to your punishment!”
“Chain it to the whipping post. Prepare an array of whips. The punishment for cross dressing is 100 lashes! This slave is to be whipped 150 times. I will choose the instruments.”
I am dragged to the post - my wrists are placed in the shackles at the top of the post. My leash is also secured to it. My legs remain shackled and I am upon my knees... A brutish overseer is brought forward, we slaves fear him and only know him as Whipmaster.
My mistress instructs “I expect you to count, slave, and on every stroke you will also cry out “slave”, do you understand, you may speak”
“Yes Mistress “
“And if you lose count, slave, another 10 lashes will be added for your insolence, understood?”
“Yes Mistress “
“Very well, Whipmaster- start with the camel whip for 30 strokes. Begin”
Whoosh - tack!
“1, slave!” I say
Whoosh - tack!
“2, slave!”
... the whipping continues. “3, slave! 4, slave!”...
After 30 lashes I am content, knowing my place, and have kept count without crying out.
Mistress proclaims to now use the long single tail whip for the next 40...
It makes more of a whistling sound and inflicts more pain
Whir- slash!
“31, slave!”
32, 33,34... by the 50th lash I am in discomfort but knowing I deserve this, keep pace ... “50, sla-ave!” I begin to whimper
Whir-rash!
“51, sla-ave!” Tears are rolling down my face...
52,53....
At the 65th lash I cry out in pain as the lash cuts a stripe exactly on another, I almost miss the count “Aaaii... sixty... sixty- five, slave!”
I don’t see it but my mistress smirks. She enjoys seeing the whip master at work and the sufferings of her slaves...
The count reaches 69, (“69, slave!”) and then the Whipmaster makes an extra effort , the whirring sound lasts much longer and as it cracks against my back the pain is exquisite
“Aaaaaaaaaaa!!! Aiiiiii! Sev.... Sev, awwww, seventy, slaaaaave!” I stammer.
Mistress turns to the Whipmaster, “Thank you Whipmaster, I’m sure wielding the lash is tiring, I shall take over from here!”
Even though he is also a slave, like all the overseers his station is much higher than this poor lowly worthless slave.
Mistress selects a bullwhip! I am in fear as I see the cruel look in her eyes, I shall be torn to ribbons. My dick has gone completely hard, I am in a painful ecstasy and we are not half way....
She cracks the bull whip over my head as she determines the correct distance. I know she’s an expert torturer and I am ecstatic at the prospect of the coming agony!
Whooooooooo- crack!!! The crack sounds like a gunshot and she has timed it so the cracker hits me at maximum velocity!!
I cannot help but scream, but manage to remember “71, sla-a-ve....”
-Whoooo-crack!!
I do not scream on the 72nd but the 73rd catches my underarm and I scream again!
Whoooo-crack
“AAAIIIiIIiii! Se-sev- seventy three, sla-a-ve....” I piss myself....
“You are a pathetic slave, this will not go easy on you”
Her arm is fresh and she continues brutally.
Whoooo-crack
The bullwhip is cruel, yet I crave more as the Blood trickles from my wounds and she reaches 80, 90, 100 strokes....
Whoooo-crack, Whoooo-crack, Whoooo-crack!!!
I am so turned on, the pain is immense. A slave always loves to reach 100 strokes, it is a fitting and proper minimum for slave punishment.
“Aiiiii! One hundred and one, slave” I scream at every stroke and my count is a whisper, “slave” is barely audible
Mistress orders a bucket of brine poured over my wounds and I wail in complete agony. I am so rock hard and turned on I can’t believe I haven’t cum.
While I still wail she slashes me again, (Whoooo-crackone of the most brutal lashes I have ever received from the bullwhip, and I scream in both complete agony and ecstasy as I cum hard all over my loincloth and it drips onto the ground in great gobbetts...
My senses are overloaded from ecstasy and pain!
I am still screaming from the lash but finally remember I must respond, and say “one hundred... and... t... t... three, slave....”
Mistress notices immediately “you miserable cur, slave you are pathetic, trying to fool your mistress are you? You knew the penalty for making a miscount, SLAVE! Another 10 lashes. You didn’t try to deceive the Whipmaster, but me, your mistress, your goddess, your life”
“What am I to do to you now, worthless slave?”
“You had better keep count, this will only get worse for you now! Because it is I, you shall have another twenty added to the count, and you had better get the count right from here. I will also be considering extra punishment for your insolence! What say you, pathetic whip-slave? you may answer!”
If I wasn’t in chains I would have groveled at her feet, kissing the earth beneath her....
“Oh mistress, I beg for your mercy!!! Punish me severely, I kiss your whip and savour each taste you give me. Humiliate me mistress, Degrade me, I am your eternal worthless slave and relish my punishment. Please please please whip me, this slave begs you for the merciful whip!!!” I am sobbing, I deserve this, and my dick stirs once more.
“Very well, slave, I am in a merciful mood today!”
Without warning the bullwhip cracks across my buttocks, tearing some of my loincloth. Mistress is using her full strength and each lash is worse than the last.
I whimper but proudly proclaim “103, slave!”
I am surprised to hear mistress speak “good slave!”
Oh my heart bursts with joy! I am so happy, I am her slave and she acknowledged miserable me!
Whoooo-crack!!
She continues to strike, the pain is excruciating “104, slave” ; “105, slave”....
The bull whip fulfills its gruesome promise, tearing my flesh, blood staining my loincloth and the ground beneath me. My spatter also covers the whipping post.
Whoooo-crack
At 120 (slave) there is a pause.
Mistress orders another bucket of brine tipped over my wounds and I scream again.
She then has my leash unhooked from the whipping post. She approaches.
“Slave is thirsty, open your mouth!”
I am blessed, she pisses into my mouth and I drink every drop as I have never been so thirsty in all my life! My cock grows harder again and I am in ecstasy. Mistress then orders me to lick her woman hood and picks up a riding crop whip, saying “these shall not count but are to encourage you in your task”
I have never been in this much agony or this much ecstasy as I spend the next 30 minutes bringing my mistress to multiple orgasms while she teasingly whips me mainly on my arms and upper back with her short whip. At her crescendo I am so edged it hurts.
She tells me to open my mouth again and fills me with musky piss....
Then she stands and lovingly chains my leash back to the post.
“Now, to continue your punishment, you filthy slave!”
She selects a Cat O Nine Tails, and I am in further ecstasy, I’ve always felt the Cat is the proper whip for slave punishment, I like to call it the “Slave-whip”, and Mistress will be especially cruel, I am certain.
The unmistakable sound of the Cat through the air is like multiple whooshes of a single tail and with multiple cracks as it strikes my skin!
I cannot help but scream, like the pathetic beaten slave that I am, and continue the count “121, slave!”
The flogging continues for another 30 strokes, I am in such pain, completely exhausted, and so excited, as I never have been before. I had never taken 150 lashes at the whipping post before and I am so happy!
Another bucket of saltwater is tipped over my skin and more painful ecstasy ensues...
My cock is still hard and mistress noticing, has me unhooked from the post, ordering me to crawl to her.... She takes a seat on her leather chair as I approach. I kneel at her feet, and she allows me to look up at her. She tells me to kiss her pussy again, holding my leash tightly. As I arouse her once more and start licking her clit to bring her to orgasm she drags my leash higher and begins to kiss me! I do not see but she reaches for the crop and tells me to insert my still hard cock into her vagina but not to cum until commanded. She beats me as I slide it in and begin to rhythmically fuck her. She orgasms very quickly, whipping me harder, After thirty more minutes and two more orgasms, I fear she will deny me. I am fit to burst, as she edges closer to another orgasm. Finally she orders me to cum and I explode inside her.
She tells me to kneel and lick all the cum from her love canal and finishes off giving me another drink of her piss....
I am such a lucky slave!
Mistress has not forgotten, of course, ordering me to crawl back to the whipping post.
My body is on fire and I am spent. This is a slave’s true degradation- I have received so much pain, but I crawl back for more. My shackles bite into my skin, which is red raw from my struggling. A proper slave like me already has scars on my wrists, ankles, and neck, but now all were red and bleeding.
An overseer chains me back to the post, I am in agony. This is my heart’s desire. As a slave I’ve longed to be whipped so much! I don’t want to pass out, I am her whip-slave.
Mistress selects a new, even crueler Cat o nine tails and makes sure I can see that it is not just a whip but a scourge! This could kill me, and suddenly my dick is hard enough to hurt again!
The new whip makes a terrifying clinking sound as I wait for the next stroke. Instead she teases me with it, gently caressing my body so I might feel the barbs. Some scratch as she drags across different parts of my skin. My anticipation is palpable, I am terrified of the coming ocean of pain, yet I want it.
She steps back and swings mercilessly It sounds both different in the air and is far more devastating when it strikes!
Immediately I scream as the burning pain goes deep. I want to plead for mercy, but I dare not, and so between my screams I hoarsely say “151, slave!”
Mistress is extremely skilled, scourging different parts of my body with different strokes, eliciting screams of pain at every stroke But instead of flailing my skin off she pulls the scourge back each time as the barbs hold to withdraw them as they went in. Apparently she does not plan to scourge me to death today.
The count continues, I can barely speak but still whisper “155, sla-ave” (etc)
Of course some barbs will hold and rend my skin, on the 164th stroke many barbs catch in my shoulder and rent deep grooves in my flesh! I barely croak “164, slave,,,” before I pass out.
My mistress is extremely skillful, and would not continue my scourging while I was unconscious. Because it is pointless to beat a slave if it can’t feel the pain. Instead I was revived, more saltwater was poured over my skin. She then mercifully gave me more piss to drink.
On the next strike my happiness returned as I screamed in agony once more - “165, slave!” I said in a proud voice!
Mistress was now slashing harder into less damaged parts of my body. I was unaware but all along she carefully left them for her crescendo. Now each stroke brought an agony of such intensity I could not believe it possible!
I screamed as a beast as she rent my left flank deeply with the scourge “Aaaaaa, oooooh, aaaaaiiiii on, one, one, one hind, aaaaiiii, one huuundred and, and sixty-six, sssssla-ave” i stammered...
I was almost spent but my cock hardened some more, as the next slash came across my buttocks, rending some of my loincloth away and rending my buttocks from right to left!
I am in such agony and have never felt more enslaved which excites me! As I screamed I again managed to keep count “167, sssslave!”
Another slash, this time through my thighs, again I screamed. Desperately wanting to beg I instead continued the count ”168, slave, sob!” My tears were uncontrollable although few rolled
I noticed a pool of blood at my knees and could see it dripping profusely. So much torture, so much suffering. My loincloth skirt was torn and bloody, soaked with piss and cum.
The next slash came across my calves, which had so far received less attention but again mistress allowed the barbs to catch and tear strips of skin from my lower limb.
There are no words to describe my pain, I was the lowest slave and cruelty reigns supreme over me! I am in heaven and in hell!
“169, slave” I barely whisper
Mistress drew up her full strength and the scourge made a screaming sound as it courses throughout the air. fully followed through as the scourge rent my back below my shoulder blades from right to left.
My pain peaked even further and I screamed In extremis, before I finally croaked “170, slave! Thank you Mistress!”
"Now, slave, you are mine! Truly my worthless whip slave. Do you truly understand your utter enslavement to me now? You may speak!"
"i am my mistress' abject pain slave, i beg you to whip and punish me! . please torture me as you see fit, Mistress!!"
"Good, slave! I have many plans for you, you are to be condemned to my dungeon for more extreme torture. Today is just a taste of what delights i have in store for you. Whips and chains are only the beginning for you! i have one more gift for you now, then you can crawl in your chains under the lash to your new cell"
"What do you think of this, slave? you may speak"
"oh thank you mistress, you truly are the most wonderful, kind, cruel mistress. i will beg for every merciful torture as your faithful torture slave"
i am still chained to the whipping post.
I smell smoke, Mistress comes beside me as i recognise a brazier and glowing irons.
"This will be my final gift to you today, slave"
These irons looked very different to the smaller branding irons used to mark all slaves. These were larger and a much brighter yellowy red. Branding hurts, and so i fear what mistress has in store...
A large rod is withdrawn from the flames, i am scared now and start begging "oh please, Mistress, please have mercy! Please have mercy on this worthless slave, I beg for mercy, oh mercy, please mercy Mistress! .”
I feel and fear the intense heat as Mistress slowly moves it closer and closer. The heat is intense as she teases me with the iron. I whimper and struggle against my bonds...
Finally the Hot iron is placed on my breast, sizzling against my flesh, and i learn a new frightening level of pain! i try to flail against it but i am held fast in my chains.! i cry out in extreme agony as the iron sizzles and smokes against my breast. Even the worst Scourging is no match for this pain. i discover a new level of pain-ecstacy as my cock hardens while my skin burns...
She lets it kiss my skin Sizzling my breast for what seems an eternity before mercifully removing it.
the sound is a Ssssssszt at the beginning before becoming a muffled bubbling.
She picks up another, again teasing me with the heat licking my chest before placing it against my arm, holding in against my withering flesh as I scream and beg for mercy! Ssssszt!
“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, slave. I was only going to kiss you with 5 of these, when will you learn? Pathetic whip slave, I shall gift you an additional 15 teach you your proper place...”
Each rod is applied to a different part of my ravaged body, sizzling mercilessly as Mistress burns me deeply. I scream for every kiss
Ssssszt!
Rod after hot iron rod is placed against different parts of my body until I lose count, all I know is excruciating pain. I scream myself hoarse and feel the blackness is near. But my cock is harder than the irons, my degrading torture again raises me to ecstasy.
My arms, legs, chest, and buttocks are covered in burn marks. I am utterly degraded, in an agony I never knew could exist. Yet I crave it, this feels so right.
I don’t know it but next will be the 20th, mistress brushes my loincloth and burns my left testicle! Ssssszt! I scream harder than I ever have, and enjoy the sweet suffering.
Finally, she chooses a thin rod with a wooden handle and the end glows white hot! It has the letters TS on the metal end from the fire. Mistress places it on my right cheek and lets it sizzle. She lets it run deepest of all. Ssssssszt.... As the pain increases so does my arous and i come so hard that the branding iron sizzles from the cum that ejaculates so high...
“You are now marked for torture, slave, you may speak”
"Oh, thank you mistress, I beg to be your pitiful slave locked in chains for torture. The whip is my salve and torture will be my comfort. Thank you Mistress!”
I have graduated from Whip-Slave to Torture-Slave. I have never been more fulfilled or excited. Complete degradation was now mine. I know Mistress will show me no mercy and introduce me to a new world of slavery and torture. She was highly skilled, I knew I had years of beautiful pain to look forward to. And, at the end, I could have the crucifixion any slave would dream of! Exquisite!
As i am released from the whipping post and put back in my shackles, I grovel and crawl under Mistresses' lash, “Move, Torture slave” (she kisses me with the slave-whip now - Whoosh tack!). I crawl painfully towards the dungeon knowing I am the happiest and luckiest slave ever.
Whoosh-tack!
I beg for the merciful lash as I crawl, content I am truly owned by the most beautiful, merciful, sadistic, vicious, and cruel Mistress ever...
*clinking of chains*
Whoosh-tack!!!!
(Fading sounds of whip and chains, then a heavy door shuts....)
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