Her showtime Whipping - office 1

Bear with me, 'coz this is the very first time I have tried writing something like this down, especially on a web site like this, but I did promise !

So ( deep breather - here goes ), last week I was pretty busy at uni, but, with the boost of my new friends here, I decided to ask the plunge and talk to my BF about my interests.

Tuesday Night. Down the pub and after a long hard day. Me doing employment back at my room on the first gear paper of terminal figure, him in the labs or wherever working on his PhD.

We had a pint each ( I like a beer ! ) and then after talking about the football and rugby and other things, I asked him if he 'd ever thought about matter he 'd like to try apart from regular sex. We joshed a bit, then he mentioned that he 'd always sort of fancied a tercet, him and two lesbian girls.

Pretty standard I told him !

So, then it was my turn. I said I quite liked a little bit of bother, and mentioned that I 'd tried it on myself with a little garden cane ( the very thin ones ) and with a hairbrush, on my teat and pussy. And I asked him if he 'd care to play some plot with me to see if he might care it too, doing things to me I said.

All, initially, a bit embarrassing. But we talked some more and I convinced him I was n't gaga and that other people do this and that he must have seen L specter and so after a piece he was quite ok about it and we agreed to give it a try, later in the week, over at his flat, which is a bit more roomy than mine, and has the vast advantage of having a bed with an old-style bedframe ( thinking ahead you see ... easier to tie me to ! ).

We both had heavy day ahead, so we snuggled up a bit and had another drink, but then for me it was back to my berth and for him to his. We 'd see each other on Friday evening we 'd concord. I had wad of study to do before then, and a few special matter to class out and buy !

Her First Whipping - Part 2

Just snatching a moment before my coffee shift ( in the library ) ...

So, this is how thing worked out.

In between work, I had a think ( and a bit of a Google ) about whippy thing, and thought I would make something for myself.

So down at the local anaesthetic hardware stock ( they exist here ! ) I bought a roach for a Sheila Maid ( those wooden things you can arouse up on pulleys for clothes ). Quite long and about 4mm wide, so I thought it would be fine for a variety of things.

Back home I first of all made my 'whip', just three strands tied together with a sort-of handle ( from the forget me drug ), and I knotted them at the end so they would n't frazzle where I 'd cut them. And I cut the remaining roofy into four classify shorter Mexican valium for tying me up.

All set I thought !

I confess when I chatted with some Paraguay tea over coffee on Friday aurora about the plans for the evening and the weekend, I was getting a few butterflies ! I did n't quite distinguish them my plans, although we did all agree to meet up in the pub on Fri night, as we tend to do.

I had this form of creeping excitement smell, and a horse sense that I might be about to do something that was a petty bit naughty and a bit 'outside the rules'.

The afternoon, with my book, seemed to take quite a long time to go across. But it did, and around four I packed up and sling my courteous backpack on and got on my bicycle and cycled family, packed up a change of clothes, my toothbrush and my sheaf of Mexican valium, and headed over to the BFs ...

Her number 1 Whipping - Part 3

I got there, stood smiling at stupidly at him and he 'd let me in … his flatcar is in a shared house in the educatee area ... distinctive sort of place ... redbrick terrace. He 's on the second trading floor at the top of the house, so lots of stairs and boy are they a mess ... dainty big room, very nice big bed. Desk. mass of composition and volume and a somewhat broken screen that covers the view of the next terrace and the usually gray and rainy sky.

Once I 'd got up there I felt knackered, so was a bit fumbly with my stuff and a bit disconcerted when we chatted ( after we 'd kissed ), but I reminded him what we 'd agreed and he said ‘ Ok'again and so I showed him what I 'd brought and said that if he was really ok then I 'd get discase. Which I did. And I took out my navel piercing and lay on the bed and smiled at him and said he should go ahead.

He looked even more disconcerted so I asked him to tie my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles out to the corner posts and then to try the home-made whip.

He did all that. I liked the flavour of being tied up by him, all sort of helpless, and I liked it when he ran the ends of the whip over me.

OK, I said, now try it out. I knew he would n't do it too much or too hard. He tried a stroke on my belly and it did n't really hurt so I asked him to try harder.

And that prison term it did hurt, but in a really good way. Painful and full-of-the-moon and yummy. And then he did it a few more times on my abdomen and booby, just enough to make them a bit red.

I asked him to untie my feet and fix them up to the runway at the bottom of the bed so my peg were lifted up a bit and then asked him to hit me on the inside of my second joint.

He did n't want to but he did in the end, after some fooling around, and then he sorting of got into the bent of it and used a bit more forcefulness, which was gooey and painful and made me jolt. I could see my second joint ( and closer to my cunt ) getting red and some nice red lines forming. It was so ... painfully lovely !

That was enough for him though, and in truth it did hurt a lot.

After, we made love. It also hurt between my legs and while it was n't the advantageously ever sex ( he was a bit aflutter still after what had happened ) it was brilliant in a new way.

He 's only got a drainage basin in his room, so I washed off, then got dressed without my bra or panties and with an old, soft, multi-color annulus ( a bit like a Romani matter ) on, and a Andrew Dickson White t-shirt and my cap.

I liked feeling naked and cut under my clothes. I liked it even more at the pub down the road with our friends. We knew that my legs and booby were all covered in St. Mark, but they did n't.

I liked it when he hugged me and smiled and we kissed. My protagonist did n't know ! I did ! That was almost the best thing, and almost made me cum, right there, with my beer, in the pub !

So that was last Friday ! We have n't tried again since ( yeah, we 've had sex again, natch. And the sign are still a bit there too ).

But we will. He says we will if I want to. So that 's all effective, I think ! My kickoff go EVER and it went ok, I think ! Yeah ! ! ! !

Her first flogging - Part 4

Sorry it 's taken me so long ... been a bit busy.

Anyway, to last Friday. No bullwhips ( yet ) but I did add a few extra mi to my little 3 tailed 'whip'and took it over to the BFs.

This clip we started off with some Nice, slowly, very cuddly and kissy sex. I liked it especially when he kissed me between my legs where my skin is still a bit raw and sore.

And then it was fourth dimension for our play-time. I 'd talked him through it and this time I went down on my knees at the bottom of the bed and he tied my hands up over my head to the post at the end. He left me waiting there for a bit, which was super-thrilling, and just watched me breathing slowly.

Then he came and ruffled my hair over my pinna, kissed me on the back of the neck, asked me again if I was indisputable and, once I 'd said I was, he picked up the party whip from the bed. I held my breath.

He whipped me about 20 times on my back, between my shoulder leaf blade. He left quite long interruption and I counted. Sometimes the gap was very long and I was left looking up at him, part wanting him to hit me and constituent wanting him to contain. It was really quite painful, but each time I had this grand battle going on in my head between not wanting to be hurt and absolutely wanting to finger the sudden burn and the sound of the whip as it hit me. Is this formula ? Anyway, it felt like butterflies and was pretty wonderful !

Once he was finished he turned me round, still on my stifle, but now with my spinal column to the bed, and I sucked him off, which was sweet of him to let me, and nice for him I think !

After, I looked at my back in the mirror, and it was ‘ pretty'red ( and ‘ pretty'-pretty I thought ), and when he touched me it was stamp and sore.

We sat around for a piece and talked about what had happened. I asked him if he was ok, and he said he was getting ok with it. I said I 'd read about doing it outdoors and how he 'd feel about that, and talked about the different lash I 've looked at.

He hugged me and asked me if I was indisputable I wanted to do this and that if I really did, he was ok and we 'd save it our occult and matter like that.

Then he fucked me again. Twice more.

It was a really splendid night. I want to do this more because it makes me feel secure than I 've ever felt, but I 'm just a bit frighten about getting too hurt or marked up and what hoi polloi will say, because I am for sure someone will notice. But maybe that might be interesting too, having to explicate to a girl-friend at the gym what all the scratch on me are !

I 'm not going to rush into affair too crazy though and we wo n't do any more flogging before the end of the calendar week. Friday seems the best nighttime ... gives me a lot to look forward to every day in the depository library ! ! !

Her First Whipping - part 5

The BF 's been away for a few daytime on a symposium over in Leeds, so I 've been on my own this last weekend.

I do n't mind that really - prison term to go to the gym with my friends and have some chatty chocolate and drinks after studies.

Friday night felt a bit empty-bellied though. Watched something or early on iPlayer, Bake Off, that sort of matter, and ate a pizza.

Spent Saturday in the program library, then around 4 decided enough was enough. Bus base, then got my wheel out and cycled down to the park. It 's not a town commons, to a greater extent of a country park I suppose, that runs by the river for a few international nautical mile. stack of muddy raceway and thump of timberland.

The river is a dark, swirly thing, hidden between high savings bank to stop it flooding. Some masses use the car park as a cutoff, some to walk dogs or to drink in beers or just wander.

But on an Oct former afternoon, with the sky wickedness and gloomy and promising rain, I guessed it wouldn't be too meddling and I was right. I chained the wheel by the Gates and wandered along, down to the riverside.

I guess I felt a bit dark, but also anticipatory. I had a architectural plan which I wanted to try out. Nothing too daring !

I found a place where a clump of Tree … birches, was part-hidden by elder and grow over blackberry bushes, and followed the little way in, pushing away the tangly arm, until I was pretty often out of muckle of the main way.

Then I unzipped my waterproof and unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing down to my jean. I already liked the cool air on my titty, and I wet my finger's breadth and played with my nipples. In the distance I could hear individual shouting for their dog and some kids playing. I was liking this !

Whoops - had to shut down quickly ... in the library and a mate came by ... sorry !

Anyway, I pushed my boobies against the bark of the tree and let them slew across, sort of wrapping myself circle, twist, so my belly was against the tree too.

In the distance I could hear a dog barking and just see its owner shouting over the tops of the brambles. I loved the excitement of being half-naked and almost world !

I dragged myself back across the trunk of the Tree, letting the good luck in the barque cut at my pinhead, so that when I pulled away and touched myself there were lovely red graze marks, like the single you get if you fall off a bike into gravel.

I did it some more, almost wanting to scream a bit, but biting my lip, and now there were flyspeck tincture of blood on me. I gave the tree a big, deep hug, sort of to say thank you, and crouched down, completely out of wad, while I pulled my top back on again and buttoned up my shirt.

The bike home was in the rain, and I was soaked but well-chosen when I got back up to my room, although it's fair to say my shirt was a bit of a mess, all bloodstained.

I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. Then I showered. Gorgeous hot water stinging the cuts. And put some pick on and lay down a while.

I went out in the evening with some teammate and we did cocktails. I knew what they did n't ! It was my occult joy and inside I was smiling sooo much ! I want to do it again, but with my BF and some R-2 and a whip ! It 's potential, I think !

Her first gear drubbing - Part 6

fountainhead, I 'm back, if only briefly. Sorry to have been away for so long lots on - had to take in stumble to Cambridge and British capital and Northampton ( do n't ask ! ).

Anyway, back home, a few things have happened, and all dependable really.

My BF has been really odorous and helpful and I love him for it ! After my small experiment in the woods down by the river, he agreed to go down with me. We waited ‘ til almost shadow ( it 's the North, it 's wickedness early on ) and we knew that the kids and dog walkers would n't be there.

It was quite wanton to slip out of view away from the river track behind the little birch and brambles. Soon we found a dependable blank space and I stripped off COMPLETELY NAKED !

It was pretty a lot a thrill just to do that out in the open, in the low temperature. We hugged and kissed a bit, and then, like we 'd agree, he tied me up to the body of one of the bigger older tree, an oak, with my arms wrapped around it and my legs apart.

My wrists and mortise joint were tied and I loved the feel of my abdomen and boobs against the cold, slightly dampen, very rasping bark. He had the whip I 'd made and I promised not to call and so he kissed me again and stroked my tomentum ( abruptly, dark, a bit curly ) and began to pip me.

At first, he was too nervous and gentle, but then he got more confident ( and more certain that I would n't hollo out ) so he hit me harder.

I could hear the whip coming. That tiny moment between that sound and the sudden strike and that immediate jolt and the electrocution pain was amazing.

expectation and reward. I was loving it.

Over my shoulder blades and across my dorsum and ( missing the dangerous bit ) over my bum and my second joint. My second joint hurt the most. I think he hit me twenty or tweny-tive times. And then he fucked me very gently up my ass.

It was a fantastic feeling. I was trembling all over. Really shaking. I wanted to last out tied up all night and be fucked all night. Could n't though, obviously.

He untied me and I suddenly felt totally tired. He wrapped me in a towel and I wiped myself down. shoetree dirt and sweat and little bloody marks on the towel.

Once I was dressed ( prissy light easy-fitting things and an old soft pully that I really love coz it shapes beautifully over my dummy ) we packed up and left the park. Now it was really black.

I was still trembling, but excited. And my back up damage, form of burning up. I should take in gone straight back to his place to wash up, but we went to the pub and pledge some vodka and that was so practiced. No-one knew about what we 'd done !

We 've done it again since. I 'll distinguish you about that later. have to go now. Thanks for all the encouragement. I love my BF for being so, so, so upright at all this !

Her First lashing - Part 7

So, I 'm not at the library on this gloomy, dripping, dank day. I 'm sitting at my laptop at my desk in my room.

There 's a birch Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree battering its leafless arm against the window. It 's tender and cosy here though. I 've got a baggy t-shirt on, and that 's it. I 've got my finger's breadth on the keyboard, but every so often ... I take a break and let them roll to my clit.

I 've found them wandering that way a lot as I drift from one Page to another and one set of images to another and fantasise my way to a lovely, sweet-smelling, wet sexual climax as I look at the depiction on CruxForums.

They 've certainly opened my heart. And in path I had n't imagined. I ca n't really still believe how excited mental image of sweetness, pretty girls being led up onto scaffolds are.

Nooses hung around neck. oculus taking a last look at the world. I ca n't believe how fluttery I feel when I look at pictures of sweetness, pretty girls being impaled, the long, transfix pole sliding into their snatch, the common sense of horror as they feel themselves countermand and supported only through the Grant Wood that is forcing its way deeper into their moxie, slowly killing them.

I ca n't believe how my tit hardened when I look at photo of Henry Sweet, pretty girl being tied down onto the torture rack, or being flogged, or being nailed onto their crosses.

It 's an awe-inspiring thing, this fantasize affair. How we can suppose ourselves into these awful situations and how our idea can intend us into loving them, adoring them, wanting them so, so, so very much. But at the Lapplander time knowing that we really would n't desire it at all. But at the same time maybe questioning that not wanting and sort of wishing that maybe it could be true. It 's so confusing, but I love this strange mix-up, I 'm discovering.

cover to realness ( sigh ... ).

It 's all going well on my front ( and my back ) ... whips seem made for me and me for lash and my BF is such a darling boy and seems to like it too. I 've really enjoyed him tying me tightly to my bed ( or to his bed ) so I 'm as stretched out as I can be and then getting him to curl a thin corduroy around my abdomen ( after I 've taken my piercing out ! ) and pulling it really, really close and sliding it back and forwards so it almost cuts into me.

It leaves a delicious red welt all around me, and spirit as though my paunch is burning up. And I adore so very much getting cleaned up and putting on my jeans and a slipshod perspirer without my bra and without any panties, and going out with him into townspeople and kissing him so everyone can see he loves me and so no-one can see the First Baron Marks of Broughton on me, but so I know and he knows they are there.

And then he slides his paw under my sweater and gently squelch my pap, then squeezes it intemperate and harder, and I know he 's going to do it and I do n't let the hurt show to anyone and I just kiss him deep in his mouth.

I 'm going to stop now and calculate at some things and tinct myself a bit more ... XXX

THIS IS THE END OF OUR LITTLE missy'S insertion TO THE WORLD OF DARK fantasy. TO DISCOVER HOW SHE SLIDES FURTHER DOWN THIS SLIPPERY incline THEN PLEASE GO BACK NOW TO READ"JOURNEY OF A nuisance SLUT"AND Begin AT ACT 1 .