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My first Whipping

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I hope your new friend understands how there's no need to overdo it...he show be able to take you up and down... perhaps gently whipping your pussy and clit right up to your limits....then tease your clitty...bring you to the brink of climax...then once more "punish" your naughty pussy again....keeping this up until you're begging to cum...
If done properly, you should be very aware of your pussy whipping for a few days...walking around in public with your sore guilty secret...
 
Harsh Martinet said:
I hope your new friend understands how there's no need to overdo it...he show be able to take you up and down... perhaps gently whipping your pussy and clit right up to your limits....then tease your clitty...bring you to the brink of climax...then once more "punish" your naughty pussy again....keeping this up until you're begging to cum...
If done properly, you should be very aware of your pussy whipping for a few days...walking around in public with your sore guilty secret...
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It was a bit like that... I will tell the rest as soon as I have time!
 
Snatching a moment before my coffee break (in the library)... So, my experience really doesn't compete with Danielle's (which I quite envy... although I really don't like the idea of a gag!), but this is how things worked out. In between work, I had a think (and a bit of a Google) about whippy things, and thought I would make somethig for myself. So down at the local hardware store (they exist here!) I bought a rope for a Sheila Maid (those wooden things you can raise 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 rope), and I knotted them at the ends so they wouldn't fray where I'd cut them. And I cut the remaining rope into four separate shorter ropes for tying me up. All set I thought! I confess when I chatted with some mates over coffee on Friday morning about the plans for the evening and the weekend I was getting a few butterflies! I didn't quite tell them my plans, although we did all agree to meet up in the pub on Friday night, as we tend to do. I had this sort of creeping excitement feeling, and a sense that I might be about to do something that was a little bit naughty and a bit 'outside the rules'. The afternoon, with my books, seemed to take quite a long time to pass. But it did, and around four I packed up and slung my nice backpack on and got on my bike and cycled home, packed up a change of clothes, my toothbrush and my bundle of ropes, and headed over to the BFs...
 
When I got there and he'd let me in (his flat is in a shared house in the student area...typical sort of place...redbrick terrace. He's on the second floor at the top of the house, so lots of stairs and boy are they a mess... nice big room, very nice big bed. Desk. Lots of paper and books and a somewhat broken blind that covers the view of the next terrace and the usually grey and rainy sky), and 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 undressed. 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 wrists and ankles out to the corner posts and then to try the home-made whip. He did all that. I liked the feeling 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 wouldn't do it too much or too hard. He tried a stroke on my belly and it didn't really hurt so I asked him to try harder. And that time it did, but in a really good way. Painful and full and yummy. And then he did it a few more times on my belly and boobs, just enough to make them a bit red. I asked him to untie my feet and fix them up to the rail at the bottom of the bed so my legs were lifted up a bit and then asked him to hit me on the inside of my thghs. He didn't want to but he did in the end, after some fooling around, and then he sort of got into the hang of it and used a bit more force, which was gooie painful and made me jolt. I could see my thighs (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 wasn't the best ever sex (he was a bit nervous still after what had happened) it was brilliant in a new way. He's only got a basin in his room, so I washed off, then got dressed without my bra or panties and with an old, soft, multi-coloured skirt (a bit like a gypsy thing) on, and a white t-shirt and my jacket. 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 boobs were all covered in marks, but they didn't. I liked it when he hugged me and smiled and we kissed. My friends didn't know! I did! That was almost the best thing, and almost made me come, right there, with my beer, in the pub!

So that was last Friday! We haven't tried again since (yeah, we've had sex again, natch. And the marks are still a bit there too). But we will. He says we will if I want to. So that's all good I think! My first go EVER and it went ok I think! Yeah!!!!
 
Peony said:
When I got there and he'd let me in (his flat is in a shared house in the student area...typical sort of place...redbrick terrace. He's on the second floor at the top of the house, so lots of stairs and boy are they a mess... nice big room, very nice big bed. Desk. Lots of paper and books and a somewhat broken blind that covers the view of the next terrace and the usually grey and rainy sky), and 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 undressed. 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 wrists and ankles out to the corner posts and then to try the home-made whip. He did all that. I liked the feeling 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 wouldn't do it too much or too hard. He tried a stroke on my belly and it didn't really hurt so I asked him to try harder. And that time it did, but in a really good way. Painful and full and yummy. And then he did it a few more times on my belly and boobs, just enough to make them a bit red. I asked him to untie my feet and fix them up to the rail at the bottom of the bed so my legs were lifted up a bit and then asked him to hit me on the inside of my thghs. He didn't want to but he did in the end, after some fooling around, and then he sort of got into the hang of it and used a bit more force, which was gooie painful and made me jolt. I could see my thighs (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 wasn't the best ever sex (he was a bit nervous still after what had happened) it was brilliant in a new way. He's only got a basin in his room, so I washed off, then got dressed without my bra or panties and with an old, soft, multi-coloured skirt (a bit like a gypsy thing) on, and a white t-shirt and my jacket. 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 boobs were all covered in marks, but they didn't. I liked it when he hugged me and smiled and we kissed. My friends didn't know! I did! That was almost the best thing, and almost made me come, right there, with my beer, in the pub!

So that was last Friday! We haven't tried again since (yeah, we've had sex again, natch. And the marks are still a bit there too). But we will. He says we will if I want to. So that's all good I think! My first go EVER and it went ok I think! Yeah!!!!
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Good luck and good enjoyment for the next time, I hope, you tell us .
 
Peony said:
Bullwhips sound a bit big and frightening! Maybe I am thinking of the wrong thing... do you have a picture of one, and do you know where to get them from?
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I made me two whips for flogging from time to time (include self flogging)
IMG_7053.JPG the two whips
IMG_7054.JPG whip heads with attachment of the strands (ductapes covered with thread and glue)
IMG_7055.JPG knots for more strong swings (and marks)
 
danielle926 said:
This past Summer I experienced being whipped for the first time. The husband of one of my best friends was the person who did it. They are both into bdsm but I have not told either of them about my crucifixion fantasy yet.

I have made a couple of friends here already and I wrote this to them in private message and have decided to share it in the forum.

Here is what I went through....

There was a lot of preparation and process before my actual whipping which gave me plenty of time to think and anticipate. My friend was there with me but just watched and she did talk to me every now and then for comfort because it was very obvious at times that I needed it. They live on a farm with a lot of private land so I was whipped outside a short way into the woods. I was stripped to my panties in the house then had my hands bound behind my back. Then I was gagged. We had all agreed that once my gag was in there would be no turning back. I knew I had until that time to back out, and I thought about it as I was shaking with fear. But as scared as I was I said nothing.

Then once my gag was in it hit me that there was now no turning back, that my chance was gone. The fear I felt just prior to that was multiplied by several times and that's when my tears started. He put a leather collar around my neck and tied a length of rope to the ring that was on the collar. All of this preparation just served to increase my fear. That's when I looked over at my friend as I was sobbing and moaning at that point. She came over to me and talked to me and stroked my face trying to comfort me...

Then I was led out of the house toward the woods....

I was literally sobbing as I was being led into the woods, I can honestly say that I never experienced fear as deep as that before. I kept looking around for my friend just to know she was still there with me. All I could think about was how much I was going to suffer when the whip started to hit me...it was making my head spin. But he kept leading me into the woods until we reached the place where I would be whipped.

There was a tree there that I was going to be tied to. And when I looked up I saw that he had tacked a piece of paper onto the tree and had written my name on the paper. I can't tell you what kind of effect seeing that had on me. It was like the tree was my tree and only mine and would be the place where I would suffer so much. I was so weak from the walk and from fear that I dropped down to my knees in front of that tree and started crying even harder. Part of me wanted to stop and part wanted to keep going, but I knew that at that point there was no choice remaining....I was going to be whipped, and that built my fear and desperation to levels I had never experienced before.

While I was on my knees he tossed a length of rope over a branch of the tree and secured it there. The rope had leather cuffs tied to it and he lifted me off my knees, untied my wrists from behind my back and then put them in the leather cuffs that were hanging from the rope right in front of me. Then he pulled on the other end of the rope which pulled my hands over my head and he finished securing the rope there. My back was almost against the tree and I was really starting to have 2nd thoughts. But I also knew it was too late for that which terrified me even more.

Everything seemed so surreal. I almost could not believe that I was outside, tied to a tree in just my panties, and about to be whipped. That thought made me start to struggle, and my tears never stopped. He was right in front of me and I started to shake my head no and was trying to plead from beneath my gag, but all the time I knew that I had already missed my chance to back out. It was too late for me at that point. He got down on one knee in front of me and started sliding my panties down. While I felt them sliding down I looked around desperately for my friend. I needed her so badly at that point. I've never felt so helpless and needy in my life as I did at that moment.

When our eyes met I just looked at her and was shaking my head from side to side and trying to beg her to help me, but he had gagged me so well that nothing I was trying to say was understandable. It was just muffled moans. This was all while I could feel him sliding my panties down. I remember my friend looking at me and then she said, "Danielle shhhh shhhhh it will be ok I promise.". At that point just as he pulled my panties over my ankles I leaned my head back and just thought to myself, oh god please help me.

Once I was naked he got a length of rope that had leather cuffs attached to each end and put one of the cuffs around my left ankle, then he pulled the rope around the tree at the base and attached the other cuff to my right ankle. Then from behind the tree he did something with the rope that pulled my feet back until they were basically at each side of the tree, which obviously also opened my legs. I was struggling so hard at that point, I really can't even begin to describe my fear. He walked over to get the whip and my friend came up to me and said to me, "Danielle, it's time", then she kissed me on my cheek and walked away.

I looked up and saw her husband walking toward me with his whip and I felt faint. I was trying so hard to close my legs, not just because of the humiliation but I wanted to protect that area. But the way my ankles were cuffed it was impossible. But I kept struggling to try to close them, I think it was just a reflex action, something I subconsciously did even though I knew it was impossible.

It was dusk so it had gotten cool out, but I was sweating so much, I assume a lot of that was from my fear. When he raised the whip to strike me I just laid my head back and closed my eyes and could feel my tears running down the sides of my face. Then I felt that first lash. Oh god, the pain was incredible. I tried to scream from under the gag but it was just muffled. I was squirming and writhing and trying to plead with both of them. But there was nothing I could do, I knew I was totally and completely helpless. Each lash was excruciating. And I jumped each time the whip hit me and would struggle between lashes.

I remember thinking.....dear god please let this end please...

All in all I was given 15 lashes, all on my front from my breasts down to my thighs just above my knees. I suffered so much. But it was an incredible experience...
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Being whipped outside in public is a wonderfully liberating experience. You are stripped of all inhibition as your consciousness focuses on the lash.
 
Yeah! Just woken up... my BF's asleep still in bed... and it turns out that 'Friday is whipping night'! It was fun. Even more fun than the first time, coz I realised that it's ok to go a bit further. More later. Time now for a mug of coffee! And doing it outside sounds so brilliant. I would like to try that! I'll ask him.
 
Sorry it's taken me so long...been a bit busy, but have dropped in on the site a few times... its amazing this crux thing - its more exciting than I thought it could be!!!!

Anyway, to last Friday. No bullwhips (yet) but I did add a few extra knots to my little 3 tailed 'whip' and took it over to the BFs. This time we started off with some nice, slow, 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 time 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 ears, kissed me on the back of the neck, asked me again if I was sure and, once I'd said I was, he picked up the whip from the bed. I held my breath.

He whipped me about twenty times on my back, between my shoulder blades. He left quite long gaps and I counted. Sometimes the gap was very long and I was left looking up at him, part wanting him to hit me and part wanting him to stop. It was really quite painful, but each time I had this wonderful struggle going on in my head between not wanting to be hurt and absolutely wanting to feel the sudden burn and the sound of the whip as it hit me. Is this normal? Anyway, it felt like butterflies and was pretty wonderful!

Once he was finished he turned me round, still on my knees, but now with my back 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 I thought). When he touched me it was tender and sore. We sat around for a while 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 tlaked about the different whips I've looked at. He hugged me and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this and that if I really did, he was ok and we'd keep ti our secret and things like that. Then he fucked me again. Twice more. It was a really brilliant night. I want to do this more because it makes me feel better than I've ever felt, but I'm just a bit scared about getting too hurt or marked up and what people will say, because I am sure someone will notice. But maybe that might be interesting too, having to expalin to a girl-friend at the gym what all the marks on me are!

I'm not going to rush into things too crazy though and we won't do any more whipping before the end of the week. Friday seems the best night... gives me a lot to look forward to every day in the library!!!
 
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