The damned heretic was hanging for hours by a rope tied to his wrists, swinging in the air as if he were flying. When the movement slowed, the whipping made it roll again like a pendulum spinning around itself. The long strips of the whip wound the unfortunate man's body and were drawn with malice, making him roll swiftly.
The whirls and the swing made the blood, the saliva, the urine, and the sweat sneeze through the chamber.
Oh, Brother Pote... you have created the ultimate chamber for confession and punishment. The beautiful domed ceiling like a heaven above from which the sinful monk has been made naked and stretched to endure the torments on his flesh. He is hung between Heaven and Hell, and his flesh will now undergo the humiliation of the scourge just as the Savior did. Every part of his naked body will be torn by the oiled LASH.... and the Punishment Master will take his time with the procedure, making sure that the entire monastery will hear the rhythmic song of the WHIP and the shrieks of anguish and pleas for forgiveness and salvation. The sentence is 500 lashes over the entire body... and the punished monk knows that he is to wear scars of his ordeal forever. Whenever he makes his body naked in front of other monks, they will see that he has been WHIPPED. That he has been torn by the SCOURGE just as the Savior was.Even if the monk tries to cover his scarred flesh, the other Brothers will see that every part of his manly body has been caressed by the terrible LASHES. Even his PENIS and NIPPLES will have known the LASH. And the monk feels that strange combination of both pride and humiliation in knowing that he was made naked, that he was presented to other men for his punishment, that he was stretched and shown, and that he was WHIPPED...without mercy. WHIPPED WITHOUT MERCY. And as he hung there, torn from 500 LASHES, sweating, bleeding, and suffering, the Brothers gathered around him bringing the long thin incense sticks from the chapel. They lit the tips in the torches on the walls and slowly approached his naked body with the red hot glowing tips... to touch to the stripes and on his most sensitive places...
ReplyDeleteMy friend, thank you for the text, I was excited and happy to read it.
DeleteI'll add it in the post, okay?
I will also try to make a complement in the drawing so that it is more reliable to its description.
Thank you very much.
Thank YOU, Brother Pote...I only wish I was there to show you my gratitude with one of my many WHIPS... Oh, how I would like to introduce you to the pleasures and delights of my various LASHES.... to encourage and inspire your great talent.
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DeleteMy friend of so many fantasies and fetishes, rest assured, I am flogged every day, with brutality and sadism. My Owner does not allow me to stay for a day without paying the price of my submission on my back and chest leather. Strong hug!
ReplyDeleteFABULOUS!! I wish I had a man to whip every single day, more men to flog and rip off their shirts to introduce to their backs the brutal love of my whip!! iwhipmen@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteAppreciate yoou blogging this
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment, but I'm curious, why did you do it?
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