Today's fantasy about Donna was about being whipped by her and her husband. It started with me requesting a whipping from Donna and hubby. They found it quite amusing and were very willing to comply with my request because they love to administer pain to my genitals or anywhere I request it. I particularly like when I am whipped because it reminds me of when I was young and I would like to have one of those thin cord electrical wires whipped across my back. I remember how it would sting and hurt and I could never get enough.

Donna pulled me by the ear while hubby got the whips ready. My wrists were placed in leather shackles that were connected to a wooden plank that ran across my chest from   for the length of my arms and more. It's probaby the cruelest invention that Donna's hubby has made to increase my pain because while shackled to this type of whipping device my arms are stretched out their entire length but only as high as my chest. The entire device is made to lift me up off the ground whenever Donna sees fit to add an extra burden to my already pain wracked body. Because of the way I am shackled to the device no matter how much pain I am in I can never rest. There is only my one stationary position. I can't even roll from front to back because the device is up against a wall and there's no way to turn in the device.

After placing me in the shackles Donna then begin to raise my body up. I was left on my tip-toes, After getting me into the position she desired the whips were handed out and the whipping began. The first stroke stung and I couldn't help but groan from the pain. I try as much as I can to not let them know how much the whipping hurts because Donna and hubby like only to hear me groan and scream even more so the intensity and time between strokes of their whips just increases.

They take turns whipping me with thin single lashed whips - Donna's favorite. Each stoke stings and burns into my skin and there's nothing I can do but beg for mercy which is not forthcoming. First Donna, then hubby, then Donna, then hubby. One stroke after another with very little time to rest in between. I am racked with pain that is excruciating and burning through my back. I feel like I'm on fire.

Every once in a while they stop just to ask if I"m enjoying myself. Of course I am. Anything less and the pain would increase to the point of intolerable. I am writhing in the device trying to get out of the way of each stroke of their whips. There's no way I can escape. Each stroke hits it's mark. 

Eventualy I am freed from the device but not after promising to think ahead when tending to their needs and agreeing that if a mistake is made in tending to either Master or Mistress that I will be punished in any way they deem acceptable.

I can't wait until my next mistake. Donna I've worshipped you for so many years now. I only wish my fantasy was reality. I only want to serve you and be your slave boy. Treat me with disdain. Humiliate me. Punish me. I don't care. I am yours and will kiss your feet at your command.