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17/11/2019
WELL HUNG AND WHIPPED!
I love cocks. No hang on I’d better qualify that! I love cocks when they’re freshly flogged, swollen, crimson and striated with countless lash lines, preferably with a grotesquely ballooned helmet from a congested orgasm as the spunk fizzes and bubbles from the sorely blocked penis-eye! Now that’s when I love cocks. Of course it’s not easy to get one to that state. Takes a lot of skill and hard work on my part, and a willing cock of course. No problem there, as you wouldn’t believe the number of guys just love having their manhood beaten and bruised by a hardened professional girl like myself. I guess their wives and partners just won’t do it for them, don’t know why. Seeing a guy grovel and beg from the pain coursing through his tortured dick is the ultimate power for me! And do you know what? They all love it! I’ve lost count of the number of times a guy has moaned that he can’t take any more torture to his scourged cock. A cock that is so stiff it looks fit to burst, and so crimson it could glow in the dark. But none of them just says the secret word that we agree on before starting. Not one of them really wants the agony to stop or they’d utter that word and the session would stop. As I say, they just love it, often seconds after snivelling about their dreadfully abused cocks and how it can’t take any more abuse, they’re jetting off loads of spunk. I know what they really like, and it’s far from soft caresses, believe me!
I had a good session the other day. Good because he lasted the full time of one hour. Often they don’t. I’ve had the odd guy just shoot his load on sight of me raising the lash! Pathetic or what? Anyway this session the other day was also better as the guy had a decent length cock, I’m not exaggerating when I say it was about twelve inches and best of all really thick, my fingers couldn’t meet around his shaft! You wouldn’t believe some of the tiny little dicks I have to work on. Makes it harder for me not having so much area to whip, but I can usually manage, especially as I can really humiliate the guy by laughing at his miniscule manhood! But there was no laughing at the guy with the big tool, in fact I could hardly wait for his cock to taste my lash! I got him restrained by wrists and ankles in my frame, then stepped back to consider my best action with such a beast.
My right arm was eager to rain cruel slashes with the whip. No I thought, with such a considerable length to work on, I really should start with the tawse. I reached up and took it down from the shelf. I flexed it’s thick well oiled length and spread the tasselled end. His cock was half-hard, laying over heavy pendulous balls and hanging down to his mid-thigh at about forty-five degrees. I swiftly laid about fifty brutal blows with the tawse spanning the whole upper side of his cock from base to helmet tip. Within seconds of finishing a rosy pink hue flooded over his tool, lovely! I then grasped his helmet in my left hand. I could feel the studs in the palm of the glove bite into the flesh. I hefted the cock up, exposing the tender underside. Like before I laid on at least fifty blows, the tawse almost revelling in the untouched skin as it made it glow like the topside! The guy was breathing hard now and whimpering as I finished off. I let go of his cock, vicious little stud indents decorated his helmet now. His knob dropped but instead of hanging down, it stood out and up, the beating urging it to full erection! Time to fit the bollock pouch! I reached under and strapped the soft leather pouch around those vulnerable dangling balls. One strap went between the cleft of his ass, then one either side of his balls came up to join onto it and meeting at waist level. Once in place I stuck my boot in his abdomen and heaved the whole thing up tight. He gasped and shuddered as the spikes inside the pouch inflicted maddening pain through his bollocks! Confident that I could not get a millimetre more tension on the straps, I now turned my attention back to his burgeoning tool. It was still solidly erect! Time to use the penis whip, now that the whole cock was sensitive from the tawse. The whip was specially made for the express purpose of flogging cocks. It had a short thick handle which tapered over about six inches to a thin end where it divided into maybe a dozen fronds, each one of which had a knot right at the tip. I turned to the guy, his eyes fixed on the whip in my hand as he started to shake. If anything this made his cock stiffer! With as much precision as I could, I proceeded to lay a blistering trail of lashes from base to tip. Once again I roughly grasped his cock, so that my whip could access the underside. After an uncountable number of lashes, I stopped. His breathing was ragged and his chest heaved. His cock looked magnificent! Jutting out like a fleshy pole it was jerking up and down as it throbbed. It’s whole length was a blazing crimson criss-crossed with thin purple lines and black dots where the knots had made their presence felt. From the hole dribbled copious amounts of pre-come ooze. Time to stop that then. I inserted the urethra tool about two inches into the leaking hole. His whole body jumped and twisted against the restraints at this. Carefully I pumped it up and down and twisted, feeling the hole clench and tighten around the tool as the spikes abraded the delicate inside, making it swell and close. With practised skill I yanked it from the sore urethra, and watched with satisfaction as the reddened inside closed off the opening! He was almost fainting now, mumbling about no more, but no secret word! See what I mean? I picked up the helmet paddle, this would bring him round! Small concave and heavily studded, I grabbed his sore shaft in my left hand and using full arm strokes, battered the paddle all around that bell-end. He was shrieking now! His helmet ballooned under the onslaught, looking like a swollen heart on the end of his arm-like shaft, beautiful! Another twenty or thirty strokes and I stopped. He just slumped in the restraints. His abused member looking harder than ever. The time had just flown by. His hour was almost up! Time for that final pain wracked orgasm then. I checked the penis-eye. It was superbly swollen, totally blocked. He’d have to wait a while to take a piss, let alone spunk making it’s exit! I opened the little padded box that contains my glans pins. Quickly I started to stab the tiny little gold pins all over that tortured helmet. Each one brought a scream from the guy and a heave from his cock. When his knob-head was literally covered in gold studs, I discerned him on the brink of coming. Swiftly I took the frenum clasp from the padded box. Clamping it over that ultra-sensitive piece of flesh that joins the knob-head to the shaft underneath, I squeezed it completely shut. He juddered and railed against the restraints, making the frame shake alarmingly. A guttural shriek escaped his lips as I felt the clasp pierce the tender flesh. Deep in the bollock pouch his balls would be expanding and throbbing as the terrible spikes took their toll. His lower abdomen spasmed as a writhing tortuous orgasm ripped through him. But all to no avail! His poor blocked knob swelled and sputtered as wave after wave of jism surged up that awesome length with no release! Finally a thin milky fluid just managed to bubble and ooze weakly from the tip. He sagged in the restraints, totally spent. I stripped my equipment from him and let him drop to the floor. He’d recover soon but that monster tool would be stinging for weeks! Like I say, I just love cocks, especially when I leave them like that!
I love cocks. No hang on I’d better qualify that! I love cocks when they’re freshly flogged, swollen, crimson and striated with countless lash lines, preferably with a grotesquely ballooned helmet from a congested orgasm as the spunk fizzes and bubbles from the sorely blocked penis-eye! Now that’s when I love cocks. Of course it’s not easy to get one to that state. Takes a lot of skill and hard work on my part, and a willing cock of course. No problem there, as you wouldn’t believe the number of guys just love having their manhood beaten and bruised by a hardened professional girl like myself. I guess their wives and partners just won’t do it for them, don’t know why. Seeing a guy grovel and beg from the pain coursing through his tortured dick is the ultimate power for me! And do you know what? They all love it! I’ve lost count of the number of times a guy has moaned that he can’t take any more torture to his scourged cock. A cock that is so stiff it looks fit to burst, and so crimson it could glow in the dark. But none of them just says the secret word that we agree on before starting. Not one of them really wants the agony to stop or they’d utter that word and the session would stop. As I say, they just love it, often seconds after snivelling about their dreadfully abused cocks and how it can’t take any more abuse, they’re jetting off loads of spunk. I know what they really like, and it’s far from soft caresses, believe me!
I had a good session the other day. Good because he lasted the full time of one hour. Often they don’t. I’ve had the odd guy just shoot his load on sight of me raising the lash! Pathetic or what? Anyway this session the other day was also better as the guy had a decent length cock, I’m not exaggerating when I say it was about twelve inches and best of all really thick, my fingers couldn’t meet around his shaft! You wouldn’t believe some of the tiny little dicks I have to work on. Makes it harder for me not having so much area to whip, but I can usually manage, especially as I can really humiliate the guy by laughing at his miniscule manhood! But there was no laughing at the guy with the big tool, in fact I could hardly wait for his cock to taste my lash! I got him restrained by wrists and ankles in my frame, then stepped back to consider my best action with such a beast.
My right arm was eager to rain cruel slashes with the whip. No I thought, with such a considerable length to work on, I really should start with the tawse. I reached up and took it down from the shelf. I flexed it’s thick well oiled length and spread the tasselled end. His cock was half-hard, laying over heavy pendulous balls and hanging down to his mid-thigh at about forty-five degrees. I swiftly laid about fifty brutal blows with the tawse spanning the whole upper side of his cock from base to helmet tip. Within seconds of finishing a rosy pink hue flooded over his tool, lovely! I then grasped his helmet in my left hand. I could feel the studs in the palm of the glove bite into the flesh. I hefted the cock up, exposing the tender underside. Like before I laid on at least fifty blows, the tawse almost revelling in the untouched skin as it made it glow like the topside! The guy was breathing hard now and whimpering as I finished off. I let go of his cock, vicious little stud indents decorated his helmet now. His knob dropped but instead of hanging down, it stood out and up, the beating urging it to full erection! Time to fit the bollock pouch! I reached under and strapped the soft leather pouch around those vulnerable dangling balls. One strap went between the cleft of his ass, then one either side of his balls came up to join onto it and meeting at waist level. Once in place I stuck my boot in his abdomen and heaved the whole thing up tight. He gasped and shuddered as the spikes inside the pouch inflicted maddening pain through his bollocks! Confident that I could not get a millimetre more tension on the straps, I now turned my attention back to his burgeoning tool. It was still solidly erect! Time to use the penis whip, now that the whole cock was sensitive from the tawse. The whip was specially made for the express purpose of flogging cocks. It had a short thick handle which tapered over about six inches to a thin end where it divided into maybe a dozen fronds, each one of which had a knot right at the tip. I turned to the guy, his eyes fixed on the whip in my hand as he started to shake. If anything this made his cock stiffer! With as much precision as I could, I proceeded to lay a blistering trail of lashes from base to tip. Once again I roughly grasped his cock, so that my whip could access the underside. After an uncountable number of lashes, I stopped. His breathing was ragged and his chest heaved. His cock looked magnificent! Jutting out like a fleshy pole it was jerking up and down as it throbbed. It’s whole length was a blazing crimson criss-crossed with thin purple lines and black dots where the knots had made their presence felt. From the hole dribbled copious amounts of pre-come ooze. Time to stop that then. I inserted the urethra tool about two inches into the leaking hole. His whole body jumped and twisted against the restraints at this. Carefully I pumped it up and down and twisted, feeling the hole clench and tighten around the tool as the spikes abraded the delicate inside, making it swell and close. With practised skill I yanked it from the sore urethra, and watched with satisfaction as the reddened inside closed off the opening! He was almost fainting now, mumbling about no more, but no secret word! See what I mean? I picked up the helmet paddle, this would bring him round! Small concave and heavily studded, I grabbed his sore shaft in my left hand and using full arm strokes, battered the paddle all around that bell-end. He was shrieking now! His helmet ballooned under the onslaught, looking like a swollen heart on the end of his arm-like shaft, beautiful! Another twenty or thirty strokes and I stopped. He just slumped in the restraints. His abused member looking harder than ever. The time had just flown by. His hour was almost up! Time for that final pain wracked orgasm then. I checked the penis-eye. It was superbly swollen, totally blocked. He’d have to wait a while to take a piss, let alone spunk making it’s exit! I opened the little padded box that contains my glans pins. Quickly I started to stab the tiny little gold pins all over that tortured helmet. Each one brought a scream from the guy and a heave from his cock. When his knob-head was literally covered in gold studs, I discerned him on the brink of coming. Swiftly I took the frenum clasp from the padded box. Clamping it over that ultra-sensitive piece of flesh that joins the knob-head to the shaft underneath, I squeezed it completely shut. He juddered and railed against the restraints, making the frame shake alarmingly. A guttural shriek escaped his lips as I felt the clasp pierce the tender flesh. Deep in the bollock pouch his balls would be expanding and throbbing as the terrible spikes took their toll. His lower abdomen spasmed as a writhing tortuous orgasm ripped through him. But all to no avail! His poor blocked knob swelled and sputtered as wave after wave of jism surged up that awesome length with no release! Finally a thin milky fluid just managed to bubble and ooze weakly from the tip. He sagged in the restraints, totally spent. I stripped my equipment from him and let him drop to the floor. He’d recover soon but that monster tool would be stinging for weeks! Like I say, I just love cocks, especially when I leave them like that!
Poster:
Thonglover
