Any volunteers?

[Fossy]

At the city's BDSM club, all the members greatly appreciated the initiative that had been taken and which authorized these public floggings.
Many have already presented themselves there and the comments they have made to others have been much appreciated.

Some of our male and female submissives, despite the desire they all have to offer their bodies to the caresses of the whip, did not find the audacity and the courage to come forward to participate in this humiliating and cruel spectacle.

The club manager, after having discussed it with certain masters and mistresses, therefore decided to ask the authorities to be able to exceptionally organize one of these days a special flogging session which would take place at 1:00 p.m. and which would be reserved for the few members of the club who have not yet dared to present themselves as volunteers during normal sessions.

Permission is granted and the program is started!

We had to limit participation to twelve people when there were almost thirty requests!

But, this morning at ten o'clock, all the selected participants are there at the club, impatient to know how this unusual activity will unfold.

They are naked and they put a slave collar around their neck and a leg spreader at their ankles then their wrists are handcuffed behind their back.
Mistresses and masters have agreed to play the game and are shirtless with very tight panties and leather boots and a whip in hand!
They will frame the human chain of submissives who are connected by their necklace.

Twelve people chained naked, seven women and five men, will therefore be walked through the streets of the city, exposed to a hostile crowd, ready to do anything to humiliate them, and brought to the square to be whipped publicly.

People have certainly been informed of the organization because there are many on the street to encourage or criticize the procession that is now leaving the club!

As soon as they come out, we can see that not everyone is in the same frame of mind!
Some are comfortable being exposed in such a way, it really excites them and it is noticeable directly, men are erect and women have their bits of breasts stretched and the inside of their thighs shiny with the cum that constantly flows from their pussy .
Others are embarrassed, trying to hide their private parts but can't!
It's really an ordeal for them because the people in the crowd notice it directly and they become their favorite targets!

Instead of heading directly to the square where they will be whipped, they make them go around the park because the alleys are covered with very sharp pebbles that tear the soles of their feet!
Little extra torture!

Then it's the procession of shame to the square, all along the road, are just insults, throws of eggs and rotten fruits and vegetables, it's "Game of Thrones" revisited!

Well encouraged by the whips of their escorts, the participants are now in sight of the square which is black with people!

One foot after another and quite painfully it is under a blazing sun that they now cross the square and are detached and positioned each in front of their flogging post!

The punishment will be the same for all, sixty shots of "bullwhip", thirty in front and thirty behind!

It is their shoulders, back and buttocks that will receive the first caresses of the whip.

The executioners are all specialists and know how to hurt their victims very badly!

In a concert of cries of pain accompanied by the howls of the raving crowd, the show begins!
The executors look very fit and, quickly, the back of the whipped bodies is marked with red lines sometimes bleeding a little!

The first thirty shots have already been given and the volunteers have returned to present their front face!
Women's breasts and vulva as well as men's cocks and balls are now becoming the favorite targets of executioners.

The difference is now very visible between the long-time submissives, lovers of floggings and other rather beginners who are only there to satisfy their masters!

The former bend to offer their bodies and their private parts to the straps of the whips while the others would rather bend to try to prevent the blows reach the most fragile places of their anatomy!

But nothing helps, the blows are accurate and must do a huge harm!
In fact, three out of the twelve, a man and two women fainted but are directly revived by a bucket of ice water!
They must be aware until the end of the volley of blows.

It's over!

Most, exhausted, are hung by their wrists and, as soon as they are detached, they collapse on the ground in a semi unconsciousness.

The rule is that they remain exposed to the public for an hour and are therefore forced to rise despite their weariness!

This is a very long hour for them and when they come to chain them together again, some feel this as a remission of their torment.

However, they have to leave, painfully redoing the path that will bring them back to the club.
The pace is even slower than to come and the crowd is still as aggressive towards them!

Some collapse by dragging others into their fall and then the whips of the masters who encourage them to continue their ordeal.

This is diminishing, the club is in sight, will be over soon!

It is with an egg of relief that they walk through the door but they do not know that it is not yet the end!

They are directed to the basement, to the dungeons where they will be tied to the wall by their collars, their wrists always connected by chains to these necklaces but this time in front, no more in their back!

It is around 5:00 p.m. and they won't be released until dawn!

A long and painful night will begin for them.

An excellent event my friend. My congratulations to the Club'committee

 

[piraland]

It has been more than a week now since my wife Monica and I have offered our bodies to the caresses of the executioner's whip who officiates in the public square!

The wounds that followed were very well treated and are now only a memory.

Monica keeps begging me every day for us to go back, that she has this mad desire to be exposed naked to the crowd again and to be whipped again.
She is truly a masochist and an exhibitionist as there are hardly any and I know that if she returns there, she will still experience a series of orgasms which she deeply appreciates.

I let her marinate in her erotic thoughts and constantly postpone the moment when I'll allow her to represent herself.

Isn't waiting a kind of torture?

Especially that every day I take her to see the volunteers of the day suffer.

I forbade her to wear underwear and when we are in the place to look at the pains of others, I noticed that she could not help running her fingers under her skirt and masturbating with energy and that , once back, she literally jumps on me so that I take her several times in a row and she enjoys like a hysteric.

Every morning, she gets up, hoping that the day will finally come, but I hold on and constantly postpone this moment that she is so impatiently waiting for.
I understand that if I don't allow her this whim, she will break up.

Finally I make up my mind and promise her that tomorrow she will be able to show off and receive the volley of lashes that she so intensely desires.

Very early, she is ready and appears naked in front of me!

She looked clean and completely shaved!
I decided that she was going to enjoy like never and rubs the end of her breasts with an ointment that I got from a bone repairer.
Immediately, she feels her breasts heat and her nipples harden and take on proportions never reached.

She wants to touch them with her hands but I forbid her, make her open her legs and apply a good layer of ointment from her anus to the clitoris, passing her vulva and her vagina.
I make her put on a white t-shirt which arrives at mid thighs, put a belt on which I fix her wrists so that she does not know how to touch either sex or breasts.
A leather collar and a leash complete her outfit.
Before going out, I force her to take a shower so that her t-shirt fits all of her shapes perfectly.

So we leave for the square,

Monica has difficulty walking so much her vulva torments her, the flow of blood and the heat caused by the ointment torment her.
She feels her clitoris burn and point out of her little hiding place and demand caresses!
Her breasts are so hard and erect that it looks like they will pierce her t-shirt!

Always on a leash, here she is in the queue!

As she must be naked, I tear off her t-shirt!

She is no longer in place and would beg for it to be touched, caressed, raped.

The fateful moment has arrived and I am leading her to her flogging station!

I take off her belt and tie her wrists to the handcuffs then I move away, giving way to the executioner.

It is with a whip with seven leather straps that Monica will undergo her beloved and long-awaited flagelletion!
Thirty shots on each side starting with the front of her excited body!

From the first whip, it's the fireworks!
The straps have reached her breasts and that was enough to serve as a trigger for the pleasures that slept in her.
She screams her enjoyment which increases each time the whip touches her!

Pain, there is no question, the orgasms it goes through are much stronger!
She arches, offers her body more and more streaked with red lines on the thongs of the whip that the executioner walks everywhere on her body.

Did she realize that we have just turned her over and that her shoulders, back and buttocks have become the target of the executor?

She always swoons especially when she receives between her thighs well apart a blow given from bottom to top and which cruelly touches all her femininity which spurts in long spurts of cum.

The executioner has finished and Monica hangs by her wrists, she is only half conscious and certainly regrets leaving the world of pleasure that she has just visited and where she would have liked to stay, even die there.

The rule is that she remains exposed for an hour and this allows her to recover despite the fact that the ointment is still working and that her sexual desires are still tapping her.

I'm going to take her down and give her her belt back and lock her wrists and she asks me to invite a few couples to our place because she really wants to have fun, to take cocks in all her holes, to be penetrated and pet for hours.

She will be the star of the evening and, as soon as I show the way, I will drop the raging pack on her.

It's really her party and it will last long into the night.

 

[slave6665]

It has been more than a week now since my wife Monica and I have offered our bodies to the caresses of the executioner's whip who officiates in the public square!

The wounds that followed were very well treated and are now only a memory.

Monica keeps begging me every day for us to go back, that she has this mad desire to be exposed naked to the crowd again and to be whipped again.
She is truly a masochist and an exhibitionist as there are hardly any and I know that if she returns there, she will still experience a series of orgasms which she deeply appreciates.

I let her marinate in her erotic thoughts and constantly postpone the moment when I'll allow her to represent herself.

Isn't waiting a kind of torture?

Especially that every day I take her to see the volunteers of the day suffer.

I forbade her to wear underwear and when we are in the place to look at the pains of others, I noticed that she could not help running her fingers under her skirt and masturbating with energy and that , once back, she literally jumps on me so that I take her several times in a row and she enjoys like a hysteric.

Every morning, she gets up, hoping that the day will finally come, but I hold on and constantly postpone this moment that she is so impatiently waiting for.
I understand that if I don't allow her this whim, she will break up.

Finally I make up my mind and promise her that tomorrow she will be able to show off and receive the volley of lashes that she so intensely desires.

Very early, she is ready and appears naked in front of me!

She looked clean and completely shaved!
I decided that she was going to enjoy like never and rubs the end of her breasts with an ointment that I got from a bone repairer.
Immediately, she feels her breasts heat and her nipples harden and take on proportions never reached.

She wants to touch them with her hands but I forbid her, make her open her legs and apply a good layer of ointment from her anus to the clitoris, passing her vulva and her vagina.
I make her put on a white t-shirt which arrives at mid thighs, put a belt on which I fix her wrists so that she does not know how to touch either sex or breasts.
A leather collar and a leash complete her outfit.
Before going out, I force her to take a shower so that her t-shirt fits all of her shapes perfectly.

So we leave for the square,

Monica has difficulty walking so much her vulva torments her, the flow of blood and the heat caused by the ointment torment her.
She feels her clitoris burn and point out of her little hiding place and demand caresses!
Her breasts are so hard and erect that it looks like they will pierce her t-shirt!

Always on a leash, here she is in the queue!

As she must be naked, I tear off her t-shirt!

She is no longer in place and would beg for it to be touched, caressed, raped.

The fateful moment has arrived and I am leading her to her flogging station!

I take off her belt and tie her wrists to the handcuffs then I move away, giving way to the executioner.

It is with a whip with seven leather straps that Monica will undergo her beloved and long-awaited flagelletion!
Thirty shots on each side starting with the front of her excited body!

From the first whip, it's the fireworks!
The straps have reached her breasts and that was enough to serve as a trigger for the pleasures that slept in her.
She screams her enjoyment which increases each time the whip touches her!

Pain, there is no question, the orgasms it goes through are much stronger!
She arches, offers her body more and more streaked with red lines on the thongs of the whip that the executioner walks everywhere on her body.

Did she realize that we have just turned her over and that her shoulders, back and buttocks have become the target of the executor?

She always swoons especially when she receives between her thighs well apart a blow given from bottom to top and which cruelly touches all her femininity which spurts in long spurts of cum.

The executioner has finished and Monica hangs by her wrists, she is only half conscious and certainly regrets leaving the world of pleasure that she has just visited and where she would have liked to stay, even die there.

The rule is that she remains exposed for an hour and this allows her to recover despite the fact that the ointment is still working and that her sexual desires are still tapping her.

I'm going to take her down and give her her belt back and lock her wrists and she asks me to invite a few couples to our place because she really wants to have fun, to take cocks in all her holes, to be penetrated and pet for hours.

She will be the star of the evening and, as soon as I show the way, I will drop the raging pack on her.

It's really her party and it will last long into the night.

She must try a whip with metal spikes or nails at the edges if she is really a masochist. A leather whip is only for soft tortures. Also at home at the party except being gangbanged she must be fucked by a huge dog and maybe a horse....doing blowjobs also at them

 

[Fossy]

I am trying to plan time in for my muse Charlotte to he brought to this place. Seeing her naked and chained ready to be flogged would be a sight for sure

Charlotte

Charlotte Arrested Charlotte is a fictional character whose face claim and body is based upon an Instagram Celebrity. She has her own facebook profile and more about her can be found at these links https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=340530746581099&ref=br_rs...

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[Fossy]

CHARLOTTE 'VOLUNTEERS'


“You are Charlotte?” The girl stood shivering by my side said that she was.

“You agree that you have come here today of your own volition and that you accept whatever punishment we as the Council Appointed Masters of the Whipping Fields are authorised to administer?”

“Yes,” whispered Charlotte.

“You accept that you will be displayed naked and before the watching public’s eyes?”

“Yes.” Charlotte's voice was very faint.

“Then let the flogging begin,” said the Officer, who was known in this context as ‘The Torturer’.

I had been allowed to stand with the small entourage having delivered my muse Charlotte into their hands.

“If it’s what pleases you …” Was what the lovely, somewhat forlorn, looking Charlotte had replied, eyes downcast, when I asked if she would be prepared to visit the city’s whipping fields. I could see however that she was not entirely convinced.

Placing my finger gently under her chin I had slowly raised her head until our eyes met. “It would,” I replied.

Charlotte nodded.

That had been two days ago. And now here we were.

I acknowledged her Torturers, plural for there were two of them out here in the early morning mist and budding warmth of the oncoming day.

The Torturers advanced upon Charlotte and stripped away her short scarlet smock – it was all that she wore. To which she offered no resistance, it being the practice of these people to flog their ‘willing’ victims naked.

When her single piece of clothing was laid aside they indicated Charlotte must sit upon the dew-covered grass and hold her wrists out so that they could be manacled, which the poor girl did with great meekness, resigning herself to the torturous mercies of these apparent monsters. Whereupon, a heavy chain, shackled at either end was deployed to secure her wrists.

Silently she was moved into position, firm breasts spread either side of the heavy wooden post, groin pushing at the timber. The wrist shackles were secured high up on the post, forcing Charlotte onto the tips of her toes. Her long hair remained unfettered but it was taken in an almighty fist and deposited the post-side of her body over her now bare, exposed right shoulder.

I retired to the watching boundary. It was about to begin, the flogging of my lovely muse. Why put her through this, you ask? Well, she is my muse, and as such is the inspiration behind most of my creative work. It is important in my mind that she has the real experience to infuse her role with reality, making her ever more capable to reflect true suffering when together we create new art.

The Torturer selected a whip and took up his position above the elongated beauty of Charlotte's naked back. He swung the whip twice around his head before he brought it down. The white skin was marred by a great slash from which the blood ran and skin dripped.

Despite having an expectation that was not too far removed from what happened, when leather hit flesh I found a disbelieving gasp leave my throat. Knowing that I had commissioned the flogging did little to dilute the reality of what was being done to my poor girl, and I felt great pity for Charlotte whose whipping had not ceased while I pondered the rationale.

The cruel leather flayed her from neck to buttocks, over and over. Her cries becoming grunts becoming silence … until finally the fiftieth stroke was administered. Upon the chains being slackened she remained limp, as though lifeless. Whereupon, the Torturer soaked a cloth in a bucket of brine, scoured away the blood and shredded skin and then most cruelly rubbed salt into the exposed wounds, all without eliciting the slightest sign of life from my poor muse.

Did she still breathe? The brine would have been agonising but she hardly flinched. The two torturers released her shackles and lowered her gently to the ground. One of them looked across at me and I was certain that I read something of sympathy and compassion in his expression.

I was allowed to tend to her. Her face was drawn and grey, she lay quite still and I feared she was dead until beneath my hand upon her breast I detected a faint pulse which showed that her heart still beat.

Officers of the Council were called to lead us away, back to the infirmary bed which I had taken the liberty of including in our package … she would live, and be all the better a muse for the experience ...

 

[Masochist Slave]

Maybe being detained at Her Majesty's pleasure in Open Prison United Kingdom for two months, with no sign of release in sight, is getting to me but my fantasies are becoming bizarre. This is one I would like to share with you.

As with all of my imaginary situations time, place and social reality are unimportant. Let's say it's in some dystopian near-future and leave it at that.

In the town centre stand a dozen whipping posts. Each one is fitted with a set of self-locking manacles. It is possible for someone to lock their own wrists into them, but once locked they must be released by another person. Beside each post is a similarly lockable box. Its purpose will become clear soon.

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This community allows those of us who identify as extreme masochists to use these posts as our outlet. When we need punishment we can simply go and lock ourselves into the manacles of the first available post. But there are rules.

Punishments are carried out every morning at 09:00 by the town's official whipper. Anyone who wants to “volunteer” must have locked themselves in place by 08:00 to allow at least an hour of public exposure. And it is exposure – they must strip naked and place all their clothes and personal effects in the box by their post. No-one is allowed to lock themselves in before 07:00. Most mornings there are a couple of keen souls waiting since the early hours. At weekends the posts are all full of naked bodies by 07:30 at the latest.

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No-one is allowed to lock themselves in before 07:00. Most mornings there are a couple of keen souls waiting since the early hours. At weekends the posts are all full of naked bodies by 07:30 at the latest.

The townspeople are of course allowed to look and comment, but not to touch. This is a job for an expert.

He arrives and sets out on a table the tools of his trade – tawse, single tail, sjambok, judicial cane and of course bull whip. Then he moves down the line assessing each naked body, deciding what each can take by means of some rough gropes and hard slaps. Many, of course, he'll recognise from previous sessions, and this may even prompt small talk such as “you again, you filthy fat bitch? I thought I flogged you hard enough last time to put you off for life!”

Having made his decisions he will then carry out the sentence. Perhaps 30 with the prison cane for the middle-aged man. A hundred with the tawse for the big Canadian woman. Another hundred with the single tail for the beautiful American. And 50 lashes of the bull whip for the Scottish girl, one of his most regular customers. And all delivered as the excited crowd shouts encouragement.

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The punishment is always over by 10:00 but there is one last humiliation. The volunteers are released and their clothes returned to them – but not until noon. Craftsmanship such as this has to be put on display!

So, any volunteers?

Hell YES I volunteer for this punishment, yes, please