MASTER attaches slave’s wrist shackles to the hook, and chains it’s ankle cuffs tightly to the base. Monkey puzzle spikes now prick slave’s belly, arms, legs, and just in front of it’s face so they will slash if it writhes. There is deliberate slack in the chains which allows slave to writhe and impale itself against the spines of the monkey puzzle bark.
This slave feels the conflicting emotions of anticipating pain and arousal. Already it’s prick tents it’s loincloth, and the monkey puzzle spikes stand proudly adjacent- ready to slash slave’s member if it writhed too closely.
slave can hear MASTER step into position, and HE begins to wind up, the snake whip making slashing sounds in the air as MASTER builds rhythm and flight before taking aim…
No one knows better than MASTER what this entire experience does to this slave. Every. Single. Element. Intoxicating!
Fear, arousal, helplessness, bondage, slavery, pain! It’s pulse quickens, this is where slave belongs!
From it’s bare feet on the cold stone floor, to the manacles cutting it’s wrists, the loincloth skirt’s feel against it’s skin. The drip of it’s own sweat. The sound of MASTER’s footfall, HIS breath, the creak of the leather when HE unfurls the whip….
Everything serves to confirm slave’s utter helplessness. That it is fully controlled without any choice. Completely at the mercy of another, but to receive none! Totally enslaved and about to be more deeply so….
The whip curls through the air with an almighty rush, MASTER has built up to this and twists and twirls the whip in vicious arcs, building up speed until:
Whiiiiirrrrrrrrr- CRAcK!!!
Striking across this slave’s back with vicious agony, slave wants to cry out but knows it should be stoic lest it scream itself hoarse before the REAL PAIN to come truly builds, so it whimpers:
“Oooohhh… one, SIR. Thank YOU, please whip it again?”
Whir crack!
sighs “2, please more SIR”
Each lash pushes breath from slave’s lungs, coming out as a whimpering of sound, then it dutifully responds, with each lash spiraling ever deeper into the slavery it must become…
“3, thank YOU, again please?”
“4, oh MASTER, enslave me? Please, more SIR?”
“5, yes MASTER it begs for another”
“Ooooh, 6, please, MASTER, harder?”
“Eeeeehyaa! oh thank YOU, MASTER, 7 SIR, please whip slave again?”
slave is now whimpering between each blow, every unintelligible mewl further triggering it’s enslavement, along with the pain, sinking it deeper to its darkest desire for the harshest slavery imaginable…
Whirrrr-crack!!!
slave writhes as the whip strikes it’s flesh, and blood appears on its belly and face as the spines tear it’s flesh, even as the whip cuts deep, also drawing blood where the welts cross.
“Aaaaaaaiiiigh!” It’s first genuine scream elicited by the pain of the whip! Screaming under the whip triggers greater feelings of utter helplessness and enslavement to the will of another.
“Aaaaa… 8 MASTER, please, SIR, slave begs YOU to be harsher. it begs to be fully enslaved, please, SIR?”
YOU chuckle evilly and turn the lash three times through the air, stepping back to allow wider arcs and full use of it’s entire length, before striking at the perfect moment, just the cracker cutting into slaves flesh, striking also with a foot of it’s fall, crashing into slave like a lightning bolt, slicing a deep groove a foot long into slave’s back, instantly bleeding!
The type of whiplash slave dreams of! A fully enslaving strike, from the anticipation, the intoxicating sound, and the deeply penetrating vicious strike! How does slave explain the deeply emotional and sexual excitement such a blow triggers?
“Aaaaaaaarrrrggguuuh! Oh, M- MASTER, 9, pl-pl-please SIR, please hurt this slave?”
And then a vicious back hand, crossing the previous cut with a vicous welt, blood flowing from where each meets…
“Aaaaaahhh, the-thank YOU, MASTER, 10, SIR, slave begs for another….”
YOU smile cruelly! “Only 140 to go, slave!”
“Yes, MASTER, please whip YOUR slave, please break it to service YOUR divine will? Own it completely, MASTER, leaving the holy whip marks upon it’s flesh so that it might belong to YOU, forever, my MASTER!”
Whirrrrrr…
TBC
This slave feels the conflicting emotions of anticipating pain and arousal. Already it’s prick tents it’s loincloth, and the monkey puzzle spikes stand proudly adjacent- ready to slash slave’s member if it writhed too closely.
slave can hear MASTER step into position, and HE begins to wind up, the snake whip making slashing sounds in the air as MASTER builds rhythm and flight before taking aim…
No one knows better than MASTER what this entire experience does to this slave. Every. Single. Element. Intoxicating!
Fear, arousal, helplessness, bondage, slavery, pain! It’s pulse quickens, this is where slave belongs!
From it’s bare feet on the cold stone floor, to the manacles cutting it’s wrists, the loincloth skirt’s feel against it’s skin. The drip of it’s own sweat. The sound of MASTER’s footfall, HIS breath, the creak of the leather when HE unfurls the whip….
Everything serves to confirm slave’s utter helplessness. That it is fully controlled without any choice. Completely at the mercy of another, but to receive none! Totally enslaved and about to be more deeply so….
The whip curls through the air with an almighty rush, MASTER has built up to this and twists and twirls the whip in vicious arcs, building up speed until:
Whiiiiirrrrrrrrr- CRAcK!!!
Striking across this slave’s back with vicious agony, slave wants to cry out but knows it should be stoic lest it scream itself hoarse before the REAL PAIN to come truly builds, so it whimpers:
“Oooohhh… one, SIR. Thank YOU, please whip it again?”
Whir crack!
sighs “2, please more SIR”
Each lash pushes breath from slave’s lungs, coming out as a whimpering of sound, then it dutifully responds, with each lash spiraling ever deeper into the slavery it must become…
“3, thank YOU, again please?”
“4, oh MASTER, enslave me? Please, more SIR?”
“5, yes MASTER it begs for another”
“Ooooh, 6, please, MASTER, harder?”
“Eeeeehyaa! oh thank YOU, MASTER, 7 SIR, please whip slave again?”
slave is now whimpering between each blow, every unintelligible mewl further triggering it’s enslavement, along with the pain, sinking it deeper to its darkest desire for the harshest slavery imaginable…
Whirrrr-crack!!!
slave writhes as the whip strikes it’s flesh, and blood appears on its belly and face as the spines tear it’s flesh, even as the whip cuts deep, also drawing blood where the welts cross.
“Aaaaaaaiiiigh!” It’s first genuine scream elicited by the pain of the whip! Screaming under the whip triggers greater feelings of utter helplessness and enslavement to the will of another.
“Aaaaa… 8 MASTER, please, SIR, slave begs YOU to be harsher. it begs to be fully enslaved, please, SIR?”
YOU chuckle evilly and turn the lash three times through the air, stepping back to allow wider arcs and full use of it’s entire length, before striking at the perfect moment, just the cracker cutting into slaves flesh, striking also with a foot of it’s fall, crashing into slave like a lightning bolt, slicing a deep groove a foot long into slave’s back, instantly bleeding!
The type of whiplash slave dreams of! A fully enslaving strike, from the anticipation, the intoxicating sound, and the deeply penetrating vicious strike! How does slave explain the deeply emotional and sexual excitement such a blow triggers?
“Aaaaaaaarrrrggguuuh! Oh, M- MASTER, 9, pl-pl-please SIR, please hurt this slave?”
And then a vicious back hand, crossing the previous cut with a vicous welt, blood flowing from where each meets…
“Aaaaaahhh, the-thank YOU, MASTER, 10, SIR, slave begs for another….”
YOU smile cruelly! “Only 140 to go, slave!”
“Yes, MASTER, please whip YOUR slave, please break it to service YOUR divine will? Own it completely, MASTER, leaving the holy whip marks upon it’s flesh so that it might belong to YOU, forever, my MASTER!”
Whirrrrrr…
TBC
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