Kissing the whip

Am i inferior?

Yes, i am. I use lowercase "i" to express my inferiority. A frequent practice in BDSM circles.

I don't believe in superior or inferior "races". There is only one human race. But i would enjoy very much being humiliated by an ebony or Asian Mistress. And i wouldn't mind a bit if she proclaimed the superiority of her own "race". I would also be ready to admit it, just to humiliate myself. A Mistress is always right.
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Mistress beating me

After a series of slaps, partly on my face and partly on my boobs, she orders me to stand up and grab my ankles. I am nude. Her tough singletail starts working on my sensitive thighs. Blow after blow. I writhe. She laughs at my moaning.

“Well, little one, do you enjoy it?”

“Yes, darling, i do.”

“You get more, then.”

It hurts like hell. It is so humiliating, bending over naked ...

Fun

When i am a naughty girl, Mistress whips me as punishment.

When i am a good girl, Mistress whips me as a warning to keep it up.

When i am lazy, she whips me to instigate me.

When i work sedulously, she whips me as a sweet reward.

When i am absent-minded, she whips me to keep me alert.

When i am full of pep, she whips me to calm me down.

When i am happy, she whips me to make me happier. ...

Humility...

I feel it in my stomach.

Seeing a girl slapped, a violent craving grabs me: do it to me! Hit me, kick me, strip me, whip me, cuff me, trample on my face, twist my nipples painfully…

I desire to kiss your hands. I desire to kiss your feet. I desire to lick off the mud from your shoes.

I strongly desire for being put to shame. To be exposed publicly, naked. For being spat at, for eating trash, for licking the pavement ...

Am I a sadist?

No, no, by no means. I couldn't harm a fly.

But I confess I am excited about torture. In my imagination it is always me who is tortured. I have masochist fantasies.

Am I a masochist, then?

Certainly. I love being punished and humiliated.

If you kicked me in the face, I would kiss your foot.
If you pissed on me, I would try to swallow it.
If you whipped my breasts and pussy brutally, I would be sexually ...

Lion

In my fancy
every black African has a lion.

You are walking with your lion
along the path
where i am lying face down
naked, hogtied, gagged.

You say to the lion: "Grab her!"
and the beast takes my neck between its jaws,
cautious not to hurt me,
but growling.

And now i am trembling
with my vulnerable throat in the lion's mouth,
waiting for your next word.

Punished for you

When i was being punished for you,
my body danced in its restrains.
When i was being punished for you,
the singletail danced on my bare breasts.
When i was being punished for you,
painted wolf packs danced in the woodland,
vulture squads danced in the air,
half naked black giants danced with chain whips,

and my saliva was flowing down on my chin,
and my blood was flowing down on my pelvis,
and ...

Wornderfull

My English is far from perfect, but that of my dearest Zulu friend is even poorer. No doubt she is perfect in Zulu, and she speaks another tribal language, Xhosa, too, but in English she makes adorable mistakes. I put here her farewell message:

ngiyabonga gabi u are most wornderfull person i will misss u take a gud care of ur self

Ngiyabonga means thank you, gabi means me, the more of the sentence is in most wornderfull English. I am not ...

Punish me

I am standing before You naked,
with my hands on the back of my head,
defenseless.

Punish me for loving You.

Please take a sjambok and hit my exposed body,
beat my breasts till they bleed,
punish me for loving You.

Please use the sjambok on my bare back,
beat it till it bleeds,
punish me for loving You.

Please make the skin of my bottom break,
make me bleed profusely, ...

To a Zulu girl

When i kissed your hand,
it was soft silk to my lips.
When i kissed your feet,
they were Protea flowers to my mouth.
When i kissed your knees,
they were the giant African night itself to my heart.

When you slapped my cheeks,
it was a spark in the African night.
When you kicked my face,
it was like making love in the African night.
When you beat my bare breasts with a thorny branch,
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