Taking Different Kinds of Lashes - From the Diary of Slave Katinka

“Taking Different Kinds of Lashes“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.

Actually receiving the strikes of a whip, taking the lashes. I have been allowed to receive quite a few lashes from Mistress Moriah. At the beginning of my slave career it was around ten per time, which I now laugh out loud about, and over time there have been thousands. Sometimes more than a thousand in one go. Oh well, we stopped counting long ago, because it isn't about "how many", it's about "enough". Not that I'm a masochist.

Or maybe I'm half a masochist. But that doesn't matter either. For me the lashes serve a purpose: to get out of my head and let pent-up grief or other emotions come out. And often they come from very far away or go back a long way. We all experience things differently and have a different pain threshold, so this is not the same for anyone.

Types of whips

Mistress Moriah has a great many whips. And all those different whips have names and land on your body differently. Honestly, I don't know all those names; when I have to lay out the whips, I just know what makes Mistress Moriah happy. When I'm nicely chilled, without too much jumping around and yelling, I find a flogger really lovely. Although she can hit very hard with it too. Especially on my buttocks; the sides are not so nice.

Paddles

Now, that doesn't mean she always starts with a flogger, because a paddle can also warm you up nicely. I also noticed, by the way, that there are paddles that give little electric shocks. In the whip rack where the paddles hang, there are quite a few different ones. She also has a heart-shaped paddle, for instance. If she hits your breasts or bum hard with it, you end up with a heart on your skin. A paddle cracks nice and loud. And the impact can be very big too, depending on the frequency and the force of the strike.

Single tail

At first I didn't know what a single tail was, but actually it's very simple: it's just a single-strand whip. Single tail whips make a beautiful sound when they land on your body. I think it's a beautiful sound myself, but the impact is painful. It leaves a lovely imprint on your body. I really enjoy that when I'm back home after a session and Mistress Moriah sends me the photos afterwards. Lovely for the afterglow. In the beginning I had beautiful purple to almost black marks, but apparently I've become hardened over time. Now there's hardly anything to see any more. A shame, because I love it when there are marks and when they last a long time.

Bull whip

And then there's the bull whip. I've made its acquaintance by now as well. The feeling is a bit hard to describe. It's tender and painful, but because of the rhythmic strikes you end up in a kind of other world; you hear the whistling of the whip. And every now and then you turn a full circle. I like standing with my back to Mistress Moriah, not because I don't want to see her, quite the opposite. But then I don't see the strikes coming, and that is exactly what makes these lashes special. When you can't see it, you go along with the rhythm of Mistress Moriah's strikes. Truly a special feeling. With beautiful marks, of course.

Much more

And there are many more impact toys. Mistress Moriah also has quite a few wooden impact toys, both in paddle form and as canes. Over time I have also brought some impact toys along for Mistress Moriah. Including a little whip that I once bought at a party where they sold erotic items. This little whip was meant more for teasing, according to the saleswoman. Well, I found out. Mistress Moriah got this whip in her hands and I thought: "Easy." Well, no. What pain, what welts. But it made Mistress Moriah happy, and that's what I do it for. Her smile.

From the very beginning she has known when I'm about to break. She knows when I've had enough. That doesn't mean it's over then, because afterwards she calmly drips some candle wax from household candles over my already red buttocks or breasts. That makes her happy too. And when I'm lying in my bed that evening, I fall asleep all rosy and drowsy.

slave anne
Proud slave of Mistress Moriah