fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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?