JD's bazaar

[MasterKav]

There is something about the first lash ... the first experience with the sharp sting of the whip. The second or the following ones can be more powerful, more precise but the magic of the first lash is unique. Being unexpected, if you can't see your assailant in this position? Trying to guess where the next one will land?


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Magic indeed. Perfect scene!

[doe.1971]

By the tenth lash, there's a painful routine. Especially when the whip marks intersect. Magic is gone, only raw, primitive pain is left. Part of the punishment, after all.

[doe.1971]

[MasterKav]

By the tenth lash, there's a painful routine. Especially when the whip marks intersect. Magic is gone, only raw, primitive pain is left. Part of the punishment, after all.


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And all this astride a Spanish horse and in stocks. To cap it all it is a very bumpy ride!



Cant get enough of this! Love it

[williej]

By the tenth lash, there's a painful routine. Especially when the whip marks intersect. Magic is gone, only raw, primitive pain is left. Part of the punishment, after all.


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Lovely work JD.

[hornythumb]

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The rising water level is ominous.

[doe.1971]

Lovely work JD.

Thanks, master.

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Once upon a time, in the 12th century, there was a beautiful woman named Sibyl. She was the wife of Guy de Laval, Count of Tripoli, who had been leading the Christian forces in the Battle of Hattin against Saladin and his Muslim army.
As the battle raged on, it became clear that the Christians were at a disadvantage. The Muslims were better armed and trained, and they had more numbers on their side. Guy de Laval was killed in the heat of the battle, along with many other brave knights and soldiers.
Sibyl was captured by Saladin's forces and taken to his camp into what used to be, till recently a holding pen. She stood in the dimly lit dungeon, her body trembling with fear and despair. She was completely naked and she was chained by her neck to a beam above her head.
As she stood there, chained and naked, Sibyl felt a wave of shame wash over her. She had once been a proud and noblewoman, respected by all who knew her. Now, she was reduced to little more than a prisoner, at the mercy of her pagan captors. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see her lady companion standing next to her, also completely naked and bound by her neck.
The two women looked at each other in silence for a moment, both feeling the weight of their captivity pressing down upon them. But then, they began to speak in hushed tones, sharing stories of their lives before the battle and dreaming of the day when they would be free again.
But now, they have to please the large Saracen who is coming downstairs. The Saracen towered over them, his eyes narrowing as he looked down upon the two naked women. "You are both prisoners of war," he said gruffly. "I have taken you for myself."