Erotic Whipping of Man
More Submissen art.
The two women dominate men because they need to. Self-realization in exerting authority fulfills them.
No man can offer such women greater homage than willingly suffering for their pleasure. Cruelty is an element of their erotic orientation. They cannot change. Nor would they.
Sadism engages their intelligence, turns drab males into objects of beauty. Neither will ever fall in love with a man. But they feel unique warmth for men who surrender their bodies.
Masculine pain is an aphrodisiac. Enjoyment of men’s tears part of foreplay.
The Mistress with fiery leg paintings whips a slave as her lover watches. Thighs, butt and back grow redder with each lash. Old wounds ache anew.
Forced to stand on his toes, sharp agonies rush up and down his legs. He has cried and will again.
The women eyes frequently meet, each reinforcing the other’s arousal.
The slave man envies Mistress’ fingers. He never touches either woman. His only intimacy with his Mistresses is serving and suffering.
Confusion clouds his mind. Mistress’ whip hurts badly. But his pain pleases those he serves. Anguish and joy meld in emotions impenetrable to ordinary men.
The hooded Domme rises, walks to the bedroom. The other drops her whip. She pauses only to lower the slave so his legs can recuperate, then follows her lover.
They make love, rest and snack.
Now the hooded Domme has the whip. Her lover faces the slave, stares into his eyes: sad, worshipful, miserable, adoring.
The slave limps the next day. Soreness hinders chores. His Mistresses smile. They do not gloat. His weakness carries them back to the ecstasies of the prior evening.
Originally posted 2018-03-09 11:05:37.