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| Ok, been on here before but always had too much of a schedule between 2 jobs and college. Now, I have a career and plenty of free time. Grin...
*Note* If we had been talking before, and I sort of "dropped of the earth", I apologize. By all means - I would love to hear from you again! Life just got too overwhelming at the time and I needed to clear up a bunch of loose ends.
Short and sweet...
I'm looking for a whipping partner - specifically somebody to whip ME. And I don't mean something with suede floggers and mild pink marks...
I'm looking to create a formal, judicial punishment - down to the last detail. To experience exactly what a prisoner would have been put thru strung up on a prison-yard flogging post. Handcuffed, stripped to the waist, read my "crimes" and accompanying sentence etc. Then strung up, gagged (to keep me from biting my tongue with the pain), and methodically, forcefully, painfully whipped as hard as you can possibly swing it.
Some details on the two non-negotiable, important points below...
#1: NO SAFEWORDS. I know half of the people here will throw their hands up and yell "that's dangerous!" but I'm firm on this. I DO NOT want to be able to stop it. I want the limits agreed on beforehand, and then be forced to endure it regardless of how much it hurts. It's not supposed to be fun for me - it's supposed to hurt WAY beyond anything I could take voluntarily - that's the point of punishment. If prisoners had the option of "safewording out", there'd be no reason to flog them. So along with the no safewords......
#2: NO MERCY, NO EXCEPTIONS. Once you decide on a set number of lashes to inflict, that's the number I receive, with all of your strength. No light lashes, no shortening the sentence, and if a stroke fails to fully connect it's repeated until it does. I'm not one of those boring masochists who just grunts with pleasure when I'm being whipped. In fact, I don't even particularly like being whipped, and my pain tolerance is low. If you're doing "your duty" correctly, I should be crying out and writhing around for the first portion, screaming by the middle, and begging desperately for mercy through sobs and gasps by the end. You'll have to have a strong constitution, and ignore everything to concentrate on the task of delivering the entire sentence with all of your force to the end. Regardless of how raw my back gets, how much I beg and plead - no mercy.
A couple of negotiable points that are important to me, but I'm willing to bend on...
#1: Blood - I would prefer that this continue to where it draws blood and beyond. Not chunks of skin coming off like The Passion, but definitely enough surface cuts and welts to cause a "red shirt" like in the sailing days. I have my own toys to use if you don't want my blood on your expensive whips. I'm a polite guest. Grin... If you can't get past the blood, then we can stop at ugly welts and extensive bruising.
#2: Bullwhips, snake whips, signal whips, singletails of all kinds. If you have one, and know how to use it effectively, painfully, and without hitting me in the eye... you get automatic top preference in my book. I've been whipped with some short home-made singetails before, but not the severity of a bullwhip or something akin to it... Delicious. I'm very keen to try it.
#3: Filming. I'd very much like to record this on a digital camera, but that depends on your level of comfort. We could compose the angle to where I'm the only one showing, or we could include the both of us. You could even wear a mask if you want. And if you have a friend who'd be interested in filming for us, I'd pay a pretty nice fee for his/her services. You could even trade off handling the whip and the camera. If you're just 100% not comfortable with the camera involvement, then I can skip it.
Who I am:
First off, let me get the preliminary disclaimer out of the way for the pop psychologists out there... No, my parents didn't abuse me, I was never molested, I don't have low self-esteem, I have no mental disorders, and I'm not "biting off more than I can chew". I've been in the medical field for 7 years, and work with high acuity patients daily. I know where my limits are physiologically, and how do to this safely. I also am a fairly cheerful person - rarely depressed, athletic, healthy, and with a wide range of hobbies and interests. It just so happens that judicial corporal punishment is one of them. :-)
Who you should be:
Age, race, religion, orientation, income, profession, sex, body type - none of them make a difference to me at all. All you need is good aim, and a lack of compassion for somebody begging you to stop. I want to find somebody trustworthy, honest, friendly, open-minded, and a sense of humor doesn't hurt. I'm not looking for a romantic relationship, or even a sexual relationship. As long as you stay within whatever limits we both agree to, and don't try to analyze me, we'll get along great! :-) PS - I can't stand it when somebody addresses me as "boy", "piggy", "slave", etc in the first email. I have a name, and I prefer to use it during the course of cordial introductory conversation. Once I'm tied up - you can call me whatever you like, and I'll have to be ok with it. :-)
Your role:
Obviously, you'll be doing the whipping. After we chat a bit in the beginning about what our limits/preferences are, you'll pretty much have complete control. You can decide how to tie me up, how many lashes to give, where on my body to give them, what whip to use, how long I'm tied up after the beating, whether I'm gagged or not, anything you want. It would be cool if you had a basement or somewhere to host, but if not - like I said, the national forest is nice and private and has plenty of places to string up a prisoner. I don't even care what the weather is like - it could be raining, gusty, snowing, blazing hot sun - whatever. As long as you're comfortable - my role is to be miserable and endure whatever the punishment entails.
Timing...
I'd like to do this very soon. Never been one to exchange emails forever - I'd like to get down to it.
"The pain, so unexpected and undeserved had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn't hate the cabinet door, I hated my life... My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out at me constantly, and I can count on nothing." -- A Scanner Darkly
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