Monday, July 14, 2014

Animal tied to the whipping post

I would like to know the opinion of those who follow and enjoy my blog.
This drawing shows a slave tied to pole to be flogged.
The design has three distinct finishes, each more colorful and cruel than the other.
Which one do you prefer?






Friday, July 11, 2014

Well endowed slaves were given as gifts.

In Rome, the large penises were considered talismans, lucky signs. Well endowed slaves were exchanged as gifts by the richest families.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Could flog the coachman until kill him

Still in the eighteenth century it was common for nobles ordain punish servants even without any justification.
Some brutal punishments were done simply for pleasure, cruelty or to entertain guests.
This drawing shows the coachman being flogged by simply look maliciously to the noble young lady.
The fact that he get excited just become the worst punishment.
The whipping will only stop when the maiden and her father are satisfied.
If they want the boy could die under the whip, his penis and scrotum ripped.
The decision is theirs and the boy, resigned, know that.
He dont ask fo  mercy,he try to keep in silence, just cries and moans.


Saturday, June 21, 2014

He will be castrated.

The muscular and hairy beast was tied naked for days, in the open area, exposed to the cruelties of the entire troop, exposed to the cold of the night and the hot sun of the day. 
He was tortured by all, with cruelty. His nipples were burned, crushed and perforated.
His penis beaten and burned mercilessly.
After weeks of torture, hunger and pain, usually your balls and your dick will be cut off, he will be castrated.
The captive die oozing blood, cum and tears.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Born to sin.

I smite me to try and decrease the impulse to sin, lust, or sex. But I feel that I am an animal born to the lowest impulses, made for sex without limits, no brakes.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Sunday is the day of my Lord

Today is Sunday, my Master gave me 500 lashes. I had to clean the dirty walls of the room caused by the blood that splashed.
He can beat me all he want, I belong to him, cause I love him.
I never ask to beat less, never ask for mercy. At the end of each beating I kiss and thank him. The more he hits, the more I feel that I belong to him, I'm his thing, his toy, his bitch.

This is not fantasy, it's real. This is what I always dreamed,  which I never believed would conquer, that could never come true. I could not be happier.


For those who understand what I feel and draw.