When it comes to flogging, I don’t have a whole lot of experience. I’ve only been flogged by one man and now that I look back on it, maybe I shouldn’t have let him do that without really knowing him.
WHAT I THOUGHT ABOUT FLOGGING
Before being introduced to the world of BDSM, the only impression I had on flogging was what I had seen in The Passion Of The Christ. I grew up in a religious household and leading up to Easter, we would always hear about how Jesus was beaten, mocked and scorned.
The Bible had depicted this form of punishment as something rather graphic. In the Roman Empire, they used scourges which does look similar to a flogger, but it had small bones and metal pieces tied to the ends of leather thongs. This punishment was also mostly referred to as flagellation or scourging and would most often lead up to crucification.
They would sentence certain criminals to receive a certain amount of lashes. The maximum limit in Jewish culture was 39 lashes, though for Jesus’s sake it may have exceeded that as the Roman’s did not have a limit. Sometimes, flagellation even led to death.
So I had this image in my mind of what flogging looked like and it scared me. In the movie, I saw a man who’s flesh was ripped off his back. He was bloody, weak and near death. This is all I had to go off of. And this image haunted me.
FLOGGING AND PORN
I don’t watch a whole lot of porn because I don’t really get off on it. Sexting and camming with a partner are preferred if I can’t have the real thing.
But before, my impressions of kink were based on porn. The type of porn that I watched was mainly lesbian BDSM. Seeing a woman tied up and being punished by another woman just seemed like a lot of fun. I do get off on humiliation so thought of being the one getting punished was arousing.
This made flogging seem like so much fun. But I guess you really don’t know what you like until you try it.
WHEN THE FANTASY COMES TO LIFE
During my year of serial dating, I met a lot of guys online. There was one guy who was about 16 years older than me. I didn’t know much about him when I went to go see him.
I didn’t ask him to flog me, but he had a flogger in his bag. He tied me to the bed and began to flogging me. It left welts all over my body and at the time, it seemed fun, but in hindsight, it was a bit dangerous.
I knew nothing about him, yet I let him tie me up and flog me. That probably wasn’t the smartest idea. I’m not sure if flogging is one of my kinks. Maybe…but the jury’s still out on that. Perhaps CL will try it on me one day and I’ll be able to tell you then.
Yours Truly, sass c.
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