Brutal whipping fantasy

Not really a story. It wouldn’t make one. This is how my most basic brutal whipping fantasy begins. Again I chose to use a male sadist.

He put a microphone not too far from my mouth.

“You offered yourself to me as a human whipping post.”

“While I’ve trained you to serve me with your pain I wonder if you’ve truly learned to.”

“Tonight we’ll find out if you can live up to your promises. I hope to make you regret every one of them. And on the recording I make I’ll let you revisit this evening for a long time to come.”

I was strapped tightly over his custom-made whipping platform. My anus was up, my legs spread a part and my back was also angled for easy access.

Slowly he brought out each object and laid in on a tray where I could see.

Flogger. “For your back.”

Ordinary belt. “For your butt.”

Thick leather strap: “For your thighs.”

Light but brutal whip: “All along your back.”

Cat o nine tails: “Back to your butt. You won’t be sitting down for a few days.”

Bamboo cane: “Your thighs will bleed.”

Simple switch: “All of you. Light, rough. Long and slow. Cry for me.”

Vinegar spray: to make sure each welt gives me as much pleasure as possible.

“About two hours. If you are lucky.”