The Final Whipping

A slave meets goes to his final rest without his genitals. 

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The Final Whipping

He hung from the hook high above the floor. His Mistress had pulled 
him carefully higher using the pulley until his feet no longer had 
solid surface under him. His shoulders made an audible popping 
sound as his body began to settle towards the floor, the inevitable 
gravity pulling him down. His head covered with a leather hood. 
Only his eyes were visible. Small holes for his nose and mouth.  A 
ball gag implanted deeply into his mouth. He hung there, waiting, 
waiting. 

She came into the room again very quietly. He was already crying. 
Tears ran down his face, Although she could not see them, she knew 
they were there. The pain in his arms, hands, chest was unbearable. 
She was not there to set him free; she was there to increase the 
pain. To take him to that place he needed so desperately. She 
reached out and touched his ever hard cock and he jumped. He knew 
it was about to start. He was scared, happy but scared. He knew 
this night would be like no other before. 

He hung there waiting for the next touch. It came so quickly, 
harshly. A whip fell across his buttocks cutting in to his skin. He 
jumped creating more pain in his wrists and shoulders. A small gasp 
came from behind the gag. “Not a sound slave” she spoke to him 
quietly. She never yelled or threatened. The whip flew again this 
time on his stomach, his cock. The whip flew faster and harder 
until he began to scream, to yell. She stopped. “I will not 
continue until you gain control of yourself, slave. Do you want me 
to continue?” she asked him? He caught himself and slowed his 
breathing. He nodded. He lived for these nights when she gave him 
pain. He did not want her to stop. She began again. His ass, his 
back, his legs, his chest, his cock and balls. She started to slow 
the strikes when he began to moan.  He had crossed over the pain 
threshold and now only felt the release, the pleasure. His body was 
striped and bleeding. The bruising had already begun to set it. He 
had thrown his head back and worked hard on breathing. It had begun 
to be very hard. The gravity on his body and the pain reminded him 
that prolonged hanging of this fashion could cause his lungs to 
fill with fluid. She had never hung him this long before. His 
brain, swallowed by the pleasure was beginning to come out from the 
cloud and realize he was in trouble. He pulled his head forward and 
shook his head trying to clear his vision. He looked down at her. 
She was smiling.  “You asked for this night to be different. You 
wanted to “go all the way”. You are going to go the entire way 
slave. I am bored with you. It is time to let you go in peace in 
the manner that you so enjoy. Hang there for a while longer. When 
you’re closer to your final rest we’ll start again”.  With that, 
she left the room. 

He hung there. It felt like an eternity. His body was battered and 
bloody, he could feel the blood dripping down his body and on to 
the floor. He knew she was right, if this continued he would surely 
die. He kept passing out. He would wake up and wonder how long he 
had been there. During one of his times away, she had returned. He 
awoke to feel her hoisting him higher. His feet now were nearly 
three feet from the floor. “I’m going to teach you a whole new pain 
my slave. I saved this one for your last night on earth. You will 
love it” she told him. He felt her tying ropes around his ankles. 
She threaded the other end through hooks in the wood floor and then 
pulled until his body was taught, his hips were screaming in pain, 
his knees popping. He began to scream through the gag. His pain had 
come alive again; his threshold was not pleasurable at all, only 
sheer pain. She tied off the ankle ropes and surveyed her work. He 
looked down at her with huge tears in his eyes. He knew she meant 
to finish this. He would miss her so much. She had been his life, 
his light. He knew she was doing this for him, not her. He had been 
asking for the ultimate pain. She was complying.  She looked up at 
him and smiled. Here is the final pain my slave. She showed him a 
three-foot long bamboo rod. She began the final dance. She started 
with his chest. His screaming was heard through the gag so clearly. 
He was in agony. She moved down his stomach planting nearly thirty 
lashes on his stomach. There was already severe damage to his 
internal organs from the constant battering. He passed out over and 
over. Each time she threw water into his face to revive him. At one 
point she climbed on a step stool, removed the hood and taped a 
popper under his nose to help him relax and enjoy. He took as deep 
a breath as possible and inhaled the drug. His body relaxed a bit 
as she placed the hood back over his head. His breathing had become 
so shallow that she was afraid the drug might not work well enough. 
She continued. The next blows were on his back down his spine, his 
kidneys and ass. Down the back of his legs and feet. She finished 
with his cock, splitting it nearly in half with the sharp blows. 
Her arm was tired and she was drenched in sweat. He just hung 
there. No sound had come from him in quiet some time. His eyes were 
open and he just looked at her. There were no more tears; his 
breath was so shallow that she knew he was dying. She reached out 
and touched his still taught body. “You were such a good slave. I 
shall miss you” she told him hiding her tears. She climbed up on 
the step stool, removed his hood and removed his gag. “We are going 
to end it now slave. I want you to talk, or yell or scream. What 
ever you like. I just want to see your face as you leave me”. 

She walked over the table just out of his sight and brought back a 
small wire rope. Wrapping it around the base of his cock and balls, 
she tied it off, tightly. It was cutting in to his skin but he did 
not feel it. His cock was still raging, hard and purple.  The end 
of the wire she attached to a twenty-pound circular barbell. He 
focused his eyes down. He knew she was doing something. He knew 
what it was immediately. “NO Lady, no please, let me die in one 
piece” he asked in the only whisper left in his body. “I cannot my 
slave, I need to have something to remember you by”. With that, she 
dropped the weight from over her head. It flew to the ground and 
with it, his cock and balls. The wire cut through his body like 
butter leaving a bleeding stump. 

He hung there looking down at her. His eyes clouded more and he 
struggled to speak. “You were my life my Lady. You are my death. 
Thank you”. With that, his head rolled back and his breathed his 
last breath.  She watched for a moment as his semen dribbled from 
the empty stump, one last reminder that he lived and died for her. 

She sat down, rested for a bit, and then cut him down. She buried 
him in the yard next to the last three slaves. 

Then, she began her search for another.