One day, he realized that in his deep soul, he envied these miserable and handsome servants tied on the totems.

Court princesses could use servants as they saw fit. It was considered suitable for their training, education, and future to know everything about sexuality and sex. That's why the noblewomen organized a section of the palace's garden so they could stroll around pleasantly, talking about issues of sexuality. This themed garden was surrounded by tall hedges, which delimited flowerbeds with sculptures, pavilions, and totems with themes relating to sexuality. Court women could take young men to serve them sexually, selected and trained to give them pleasure.

Some nobles chose some of the most gifted and handsome young men and gave them as gifts to the Garden of Delights.

Phallic totems of varying sizes, made of solid stone, were used to tie these naked boys so that they could be handled, tortured, or dissected for the pleasure or education of the court girls.

Some of the young men tied up had their dicks hard, excited by fear and nudity. Some were masturbated by the girls many times until they used up the last drop of sperm. Others were chosen to serve as sex toys in their rooms.

Some of the young men were so shocked to see others like him being whipped to death just for the amusement of the maidens that they were petrified, catatonic, and unable to plead for mercy or attempt to escape the brutal and fatal fate.

The beautiful princess in the drawing is interested in and enjoys the sexual use of whips and how men get horny when they are tortured. She placed bells on the nipples of one of her servants and blinded him to serve as her toy pony in the garden. So, riding on her blind pony, she spent entire days destroying some boys tied to totems.

So many times, she whipped her slut pony almost to death cause she was intrigued that he got a hard-on when he was whipped or when he saw or heard other men being brutally whipped. That's why she decided to make him her pet blind pony.

The boy tied to the totem on the left in the drawing is not a servant. He is from a wealthy merchant family who was sent to court to see if any princesses would marry him. He frequented the garden and got very horny seeing young men like him being whipped. He discovered that deep down in his being, he was jealous of their fate. He asked his father to give it as a gift for the garden. The father soon realized the advantages this could bring him. He requested an audience with the Duchess, and before her and the court, he undressed his son, collared the pervert, and gave him as his gift to the Garden of Delights.

The princesses placed him on the last of the totems so that he could watch with a hard-on the others being whipped to death.

Now he's happy his turn has come!

She organized a party to whip me and relieve all their anger.

I signed the contract more than 15 years ago, as soon as I turned 21 years old. I was determined to sign without thinking twice; I wanted to sign and never decide anything again; from that moment on accepted and obey without questioning my Owner. I knew I was a lascivious, faggot, masochist, and submissive and that I would only be happy like this accepting and living my nature fully, without questioning it on a 24/7 basis. My Owner never loved or cheated on me; he just promised me that I would be treated like the shitty fagot I wanted to be.

As soon as I signed the papers renouncing everything and giving him all powers, he ripped my clothes off and gave me the first beating with the whip until I came right before the lawyers and witnesses. 

After I came, I had to suck all their dicks while being fucked by each one. From that day on, I never wore anything, not even a sock! I became his slut fag bitch, naked all the time, being beaten and fucked by all his friends, clients, and acquaintances.

I don't know if he lent me or rented me to his friend; she organized a party inviting her friends to whip me until they got revenge on every abusive man they ever had to put up with. The women group spent the whole night drinking and telling each other how much they've suffered from sexual harassment, sexism, and abuse in their affective and professional lives. When they told their stories, they got angry and took out all their revolt with the whip on my back. They lashed me with violence, hatred, cruelty, and force, ripping my hide without mercy.

While suffering, I came several times; I ejaculated so much that the sperm made several puddles on the living room floor. At the end of the evening, one of the guests said to the hostess, "My friend, I loved our group therapy! I felt so much lighter after venting my anger and anguish! Can we do this again?"

My Owner's friend smiled, "Yes, we'll do it! I've booked this piece of shit for all our happy hours this semester! Next Friday, you can invite those other friends you said you would!"

Listening to this conversation, I came once more and I thought, I hope they bring heavier whips.

My little brother, my pet! Sixth part.

Throughout veterinary school, I fell in love with a colleague, Daisy, the most beautiful and talented veterinarian in the class.

She was very skilled with surgery and large animal deliveries, and we both wanted to work on farms raising beef cattle. Throughout our brief courtship, she frequented the house I shared with my classmates and spent much time with my bizarre slut younger brother.

She didn't show any difficulty or pass any moral judgments about him being treated like a bitch, with his permanent nudity, not even the fact that he sucked the dicks of every man in the house. She surprised me with her practical reasoning: she thought it was great that my colleagues satisfied their sexual needs with my fag and not with prostitutes or dating city girls, and she was delighted to see that it was the tidiest student house on campus cause our slave tidied up the house, washed the clothes, and the dishes every day. She hated housework.

I was afraid the girls would think I was crazy for having a brother who was as perverted as the college bitch, but for her, that was more of an advantage.

When we married, my parents and older brother, Jack, came to the festivities. Nobody wanted to see Charlie; they didn't even ask if he was alive. He was kept in the cage during those days not to embarrass any guests.

After the wedding festivities, when we were packing up to move to the farm, I told him that Dad, Mom, and Jack had been in town, and they didn't even want to hear from him. It reiterated that he was a piece of shit, a disgusting, despicable beast that belonged only to me and now my wife.

He wept as he listened, but I couldn't tell if it was from sadness or happiness. I never wanted to, nor could I understand that stupid, perverted shit.

When I finished school, we married and moved to a vast farm in the country's interior. Me, she, and my little slave bitch went to live in a massive house with a backyard.

The boys got used to having me as a maid and sex slave in their house every weekend. Part three of four.

The boys got used to having me as a servant and a sex slave in their house. Every weekend I went back to the house on Friday afternoon and only went out on Monday morning.

I loved being naked all the time, with a collar and chains, abused, fucked, and humiliated by all of them.

When they opened the house door, I entered naked and with my hard cock, excited with the expectation of the first slaps and spats in my face.

I was forbidden to come; they kept me on edge, aroused, dripping precum, but not ejaculating once.

I was as aroused by the pain as by the humiliations. They were young, lively, and fun; they had a lot of friends and girlfriends in the house. They were all used to seeing me naked as part of their routine and household chores.

I used to suck dicks and get fucked in front of everyone without any awkwardness or amazement. I used to serve drinks and beers, collected clothes, and tidied and cleaned the house.

All of them smoked a lot, all the time, cigarettes, cigars, or marijuana; they liked to put out the cigarettes on my body, especially on my nipples and my cock, then they stuck the butts in my mouth and turned into a collective ashtray.

Soon I had to learn to endure the burns without complaining or groaning, and before long, this unfortunate habit started to turn me on, too. At parties, when the house was full of young people, I was the one who collected the beer bottles and cans, getting burned by all the cigarettes with contempt and naturalness.

I loved it all.

The slave had been crying all night; he had already realized what would happen.

 

When slaves are born with large penises, their value and function may change. This slave from childhood was remarkably gifted; his cock was big, thick, and beautiful. So his grandfather sold him to an Arab caravan passing through the region. 

It was sold and bought several times by different owners throughout its life for various purposes. He was used as a sex slave, a breeding stallion, a toy or ornament in harems and orgies where he could never set limits or desires; he always obeyed and fulfilled his tasks.

He maintained erections for hours or ejaculated dozens of times in a row in his youth. Such a rhythm of activities ended up harming his sexual disposition and potency.

His owners tried to prolong their erections with all sorts of aphrodisiacs and drugs. They kept his penis tied up or in splints to keep him erect at all times.

The slave knew that his life, body, and penis were not his, that he was just an animal, and that he would be used until he was exhausted. Last week, his owner was disappointed not to get the erection she wanted to show off in front of a friend. Angry and disappointed, she sold it again.

He's been at the slave market for five days now, being offered to everyone. He fears what might happen; he knows the risks he takes.

The merchant selling it has stuck a stick and tied the slave's penis and keeps it smeared with semen to show that he is still potent. Some of the buyers who attended expressed discomfort with the size of the slave's penis. He was getting too old to be a sex slave, and what was once an advantage became a problem.

The slave had been crying all night; he had already realized what would happen.

The following day, the merchant came to the cell and explained to the chained animal.

"It's you, old stallion; no one else wants to pay the amount your Mistress has set. So she had us castrate, cut out your tongue, and blind you. If we can't find someone to pay the fortune you cost, she doesn't want you to talk about everything you've done and seen. She had you sold to the galleys, so the animal keeper will be here to do her orders".

The story of Simone, the slut bitch. Third part of eight.

 This series of eight posts tells the story of Simone, an Italian fag who convinces her parents to give up on him as a son. Each post will have two drawings illustrating the entire process. Hope you have fun with this series. This is the third chapter.

During the week, the owner of the fag spent the day at the store where she was a salesperson. On the weekend, when the store closed, she usually had to do some of the housework accumulated during the week. Now that she had a slut working all week at home, her Saturday was free. She invited her friends to meet and use her bitch at home.

They spent hours playing with Simone, who loved to cater to each guest's every fantasy and desire. They milked him more than ten times, and he ejaculated profusely on all of them. They stuffed objects, fingers, sticks, and dildos into his anus while he moaned with lust and pain. They bit him, pinched, scratched, spanked, and slapped him as he offered himself excitedly and subservient to each of them.

He got his tongue sore from relentlessly making each of them come over and over again. He fucked everyone who ordered him to, every part of his body; every orifice was used as every woman wanted to use it. He behaved the entire time like the most willing and happy whore they ever dreamed of.

During the week, the Owner worked in construction, hard, heavy, and stressful work. He often came home very tense and moody.

Now, having a bitch at home, the routine has changed.

The wife and slave received him with the table set, dinner ready, and wine. Even so, the anger and the bad mood had to be unloaded.

On hot nights, after dinner, the wife would sit on the sofa to watch television while the husband raped the bitch in the armchair beside her.

He fucked the whore by holding him by the hair with violence and rage, giving him violent slaps, punches, and kicks. Simone endured everything resigned, with hard cock, happy to be fucked by his ex-father in front of his ex-mother.

The woman enjoyed watching the scene, often became excited, and masturbated watching the rape.

After several fucks the Owner threw the slut on the floor, gave him lots of kicks, and told him to go back to the kitchen to clean up the mess before going to sleep.

Simone got up sore but so happy that his hard cock ran all night long.

Two more experienced ladies and a priest teaching a young woman how to whip a peasant.

Russian noble families spent the long, harsh winter locked in palaces, bored. Noble men ate and got drunk, staying drunk for weeks. Among the drunks, they also raped the most beautiful young servants.

While noble women, old or young, could not use their husbands or their servants to satisfy their sexual needs. So one of the occupations was torturing employees just for fun.

The scene shows some more experienced ladies and a priest teaching a young woman how to whip a well endowed peasant. 

The servant was tied face up on the bench, had his pants and shirt pulled so that his body was exposed and naked for the lashes.

The women and the priest took turns for hours, lashing the boy's thighs, stomach, and breasts with heavy whips. 

During the spankings the man got excited several times with his big hard cock. The women, intrigued by the emotion, tied the base of the penis to prolong the erection. The rich young woman had never seen a member so large and throbbing. She began to especially whip his pelvis and penis. After dozens of blows, to everyone's amazement, the servant simply appeared! The semen splashed a lot all over the place.

That`s why the castle women have adopted this brat as their favorite toy all winter long.

It was very elegant to whip their servants at social events.

In the sixteenth century the nobles established that it was elegant to whip their servants at social events. They valued knowing how to handle the whip with skill and flogging with cruelty and without showing mercy, proof of nobility and superiority.

The wealthier noble families used to keep some naked servants tied up in their finest halls, available to their younger members, whipping was a way of entertaining, training, or breaking the boredom.

Keeping naked and tied servants was proof of wealth and superiority. To be insensible to the suffering of the inferiors and to be able to keep dozens of them without working, useless, being able to even destroy them or to kill them without worrying was proof of power and wealth.

Some of the young noblemen were vain of the skill they developed, they proved capable of torturing with elegant and precise whips. Playing piano skillfully, singing, dancing, or even speaking fluently many languages ​​was less valued than knowing how to handle the whips and demonstrate carefree sadism by punishing servants. The biggest challenge was to provoke the worst pain without killing the servant.

Sometimes, out of simple vanity, the amusement was to whip the servant at length without haste, without mercy to death. Killing a servant was not a crime, not even frowned upon, could even give the noble family an excellent reputation.

The more young, handsome and well-trained the servant, the more appreciated was his martyrdom. An award-winning coachman, a jockey who had won many races, a talented court musician, the more well known the servant, the more his torture and execution was disputed.

Some ladies were famous for being so sophisticated and demanding with the servants that they were capable of flogging to death a servant who simply made a mistake in serving afternoon tea..

She loved the scenery, the speed, seeing the animal running desperately.

I spent much of my youth on family farms, especially in the summers.

My cousin Phillip was very kind and excellent company, we loved riding in the carriages in the stuffy and hot afternoons. I especially liked to feel the breeze on my face when Phillip made those animals run faster as we came down the hills. Phillip knew how to make the animals run; he handled his whips very skillfully. He made his bullwhips snap in the air before hitting the back, butt, and thighs of the beasts. The farm had many of them, many beautiful young and strong, very accustomed to pulling the carriages.

About two hours after lunch, after digestion in the middle of the afternoon, Phillip picked out an animal, tied it to my favorite carriage. He invited me to the ride, he knew the roads, the paths, the topography, and he knew how to make the tour fun and enjoyable. We chatted excitedly, cheerfully. He told stories, jokes, and did everything to make me happier.

I loved the scenery, the speed, seeing the animal running desperately. When I asked for more speed, Phillip gave the animal more painful reasons to run. We used to go on rides practically every afternoon, I knew the tips, I wore a cloak over my dress, I knew that the dust, sweat and blood of the animal would sneeze and stain all our clothes.

Phillip used to explain how to choose the best racing animals. He said that he did not like slaves who were small, thin or light, unable to pull carriages or take longer walks. He said that the castrated were not the best either, because they lacked courage, and were too fat. I also agreed cause I enjoy watching it`s scrotum and penis sway as they ran, it was funny.

We both prefer the servants whose tongues were cut, it moaned lower, made less noise and gossip.

Our favorite animal was about thirty, hairy, strong and fat, with large, heavy genitals. It`s leather was bright and well marked and wounded by the countless lashes. My uncle had blinded it when the animal was young when he realized that it was running too fast to avoid escape attempts. I loved to notice that even without having its eyes the animal cried a lot when was whipped or tortured. In spite of everything I thought he was very beautiful, muscular, strong, virile, and he was even more handsome running and pulling our carriage.

Those were good times!

Gathering the whole family to watch the punishment of the servants.

It was expected that the whole family would gather to watch the punishment of servants, an activity that sought to combat the boredom of the long winters.

At the same time, this noisy, violent, and pathetic spectacle reiterated the unlimited power over the lives and bodies of the servants.

The fact that all family members of all ages acted naturally and happily in the face of the young servant's suffering and agony taught young people and noble children that torturing, whipping, and inflicting pain on their servants was acceptable and even necessary to maintain order and dominion over the servants.

The nobles must not show pity, mercy, or any other feeling other than superiority and cruelty. The screams of despair and the pleas of the servants were considered fun, funny, and part of the joy for the noble family to live together.

Darya Nikolayevna Saltykova became famous as the cruelest of all Russian nobles.

The Russian feudal aristocracy had absolute power over the servants who lived on their lands. During the long and cruel winters, the nobility became bored by being isolated in remote and depopulated lands.

In addition to isolation, peasant families faced famine, cold, and scarcity during the long winters. They had no guarantee of food or fuelwood to warm and keep families for months under heavy snow and frozen land.

For all this, they gladly accepted that their handsome young boys and girls spent this period in the Feudal Lords`s palaces. They knew they could be used sexually, abused, and tortured, but they could not refuse to surrender the unfortunate chosen ones. Often, these young people were exchanged for vodka and meat. There are reports of parents and grandparents, alcoholics or ravenous, taking their children and grandchildren to the doors of noble palaces and offering them in exchange for food, drink, or firewood.

Many of these young people did not return to their families in the spring.

Darya Nikolayevna Saltykova became famous as the cruelest of all Russian nobles; she was compared to Hungarian Elizabeth Bathory, known for torturing and killing her servants. Apparently, they took particular pleasure in attending long and brutal torture sessions. In a country that had no law to condemn the nobles or protect the peasants, Satykova was arrested and convicted in 1786 for dozens of murders and hundreds of cruel crimes.

Here, I picture her having fun with young peasants.

She pierced his cock cruelly, painfully, and felt immense pleasure.

The company director discovered that the trainee had stolen cash from the cashier and diverted a check of little value.

She threatened and blackmailed him for weeks, saying that if she called the police, he would lose his job, he would be arrested, and he would never get another job. He was desperate and panicked; he knew that the pastor and the family would never forgive him; besides, he needed his salary a lot, and he was in debt and very afraid.

He begged her to forgive him and to lend him the necessary money.

She showed that she had all the evidence to condemn him, but surprisingly, she said she could forgive him and still lend him the money to pay his debts if he agreed to be punished by her.

She said she would like to torture him, that she would feel pleasure to see him suffer and cry out of remorse for what he had done. This pleasure she would feel would reward the pardon of the crime and the money she would lend him.

He had no way out or alternative and, without hesitation, accepted the exchange. Spending a night with her suffering and being tortured, allowing her to perform her most sadistic fantasies in exchange for forgiveness.

She was a mature, experienced, rich, and exquisite woman. She was very calm and spoke softly but very firmly. He could never have imagined what she would be capable of.

When everyone had left the company, they were utterly alone in the vast offices; she ordered him to open his shirt, pull down his pants, sit on the bench, and tie him carefully.

When he was utterly immobilized, she began to caress his penis, massaging him gently and skillfully. He got aroused and then had a delicious erection, so she tied a string at the base of his scrotum to keep him from wilting, and she brought needles and sewing threads.

She began to sew his young and beautiful scrotum and penis as she was stitching a sock; the pain was unbearable, the boy cried and screamed desperately, but the mistress continued to sew quietly as if nothing else mattered. No one could hear him; no one would disturb her delight.

He did not believe what he saw or felt. He was desperate. The tremendous pain was mingled with the fear of losing his beloved penis and his sexual potency. He screamed for mercy, cursed the woman, and spat at her face while he struggled bootlessly.

He was horrified to notice the smile of pleasure, indifferent to his requests, insensible to his pain, imprinted on the face of the woman.

She stuffed needles into his nipples, often piercing his cock cruelly, painfully, and she felt immense pleasure; she was turned on by the sweat, tears, and blood that flowed from the boy's body.

Seeing that face wet with tears, drool, and sweat, frightened by such cruelty, was far better than any other pleasure. It was priceless.

A young man hung for weeks, being beaten and scourged for everything he did.

A young man was left hanging naked, tortured, and whipped for everything he did. It wasn't difficult to get him drunk and tie him up. Friends and neighbors helped hang it from the roof beam.

Hanging the guy upside down made it easier for the women to cut off whatever they wanted and stitch up the wounds without too much bloodshed.

For many years all the women in the neighborhood suffered the bastards of this son of a bitch. Nobody, not the priests, not the pastors, not even the police, did anything to reform the bastard.

They don't want to fix it anymore; they want revenge.

Cigarettes, knitting needles, pliers, and scissors, everything was used to make him suffer and regret everything he did.

Torture him for many days, castrating him so he can never have children or rape anyone again.

They don't want to kill him, just punish and castrate him, enjoying and savoring the scene with all the calm and pleasure of a complete and long-awaited revenge.

Seeing him cry, beg, and moan in pain is a thrilling pleasure.

They took turns for many hours. Each wanted to beat him with a different whip or some other accessory.

It was a long and lively party.

Drawing a slave in Victorian England.

Drawing of a slave in Victorian England. The poor unhappy man surrenders by debt to a life of dissipation and submission. The richest English gentlemen attended noble houses of prostitution in search of accomplish all their fantasies. To have men in chains, naked, ready to be humiliated, beaten and raped, was one of the fantasies.On the other hand, being one of the men, treated as animals, humiliated, tortured and raped was another fantasy. What's yours?

Women whipping men for pleasure.

The court ladies served as concubines and prostitutes to the nobles of the palace. To satisfy the needs of every noble, they had to know everything about sex, all the secrets and practices that could give pleasure to their masters.
They studied, learned, and practiced with the soldiers and the servants.
There are many reports of then used as didactic material, guinea pigs to the practices of court ladies.
This drawing shows the ladies practicing flogging of a strong soldier.
The ladies want to find the line between pain and pleasure.
The soldier has no choice but to obey the orders by hook or by crook.
The palace gardens could serve as real classrooms.
The garden of delights or the hell´s garden?

A tribute to Bill Ward and Fem Dom

After cruelly whipping the ass and back of her useless husband. 

The woman pierced his nipples with knitting needles and tied his cock and balls, to not allow him cum while she stuffed up the bottle in his ass.

She knows how to treat a jerk like this.

Now she can go out for a nice party, seeking real men. She dances more excitedly, remembering she left tied to the asshole, suffering terrible pain at home.

When she returns home, whipping will be more cruel if the bottle has been dropped.

Another old drawing to thank femdomartists

This drawing I did many years ago. I post it now just to thank the attention femdomartists.

This guy comes here once a month, arrives silently, takes off his shirt, and pulls down his pants showing his hard, throbbing dick. I grab his dick and carry it over to the hook on the wall. I tie him there and whip him violently. When I finish, the wall is covered in blood and cum. 

I know he will be back next month.

In Czarist Russia some nobles ordered whipping their naked servants to delight their guests.

Some young servants were brought naked to be whipped to entertain the ladies on bored days. Seeing seven young, beautiful bodies being torn apart by whips and listening to their screams of despair and pleas, like music, was a lot of fun.

The coachmen used the same whips that they used for horses in carriages to tear the backs, butts, and thighs of the young servants. These gratuitous and violent beatings make these kids understand that servants have no value and should not expect mercy or respect from their masters.

I LOVE BEING TREATED AS A PIECE OF MEAT. Trampled, beaten and dumped in a corner

Invariably, when she comes home, I wait for her with her dinner ready, hot and the table set. I prepare and serve her drinks and satisfy her every wish. I've been her domestic fag slave for years; I won't leave her house for anything; I don't wear anything, not even underwear.

All my gestures and actions are just to please and serve her.

She has boyfriends, friends and family. I have nothing or anyone, I'm just hers, but I am neither her friend nor her lover; I am just her faggot.

I help her with her bath, wash her clothes, tidy, and clean her house.

Sometimes she has fun with me; she puts out her cigarettes, burning my nipples and the head of my dick. She beats me with her whip or steps on my balls. I like it when she makes me feel pain; I feel horny. Sometimes her boyfriends fuck me, and sometimes, she tells me to suck their dicks. Some of them have enormous dicks, and they like to take it so hard and deep down my throat that I feel like I'm going to choke. Some of them spank me so violently that I was scarred and injured for months. She takes pleasure in humiliating me, lending me and seeing me crying and moaning with so much pain, me too.