I'M GOING TO PUNISH YOU FOR BEING A SISSY - Part 7

The punishment ritual of the male master began. I watched fascinated in the mirror as Ahmed raised the hand wielding the whip and made it gain momentum until he let it strike my naked skin. A loud crack echoed throughout the room -splash!-. His masculine face was the face of a furious male. The other slaves were prostrated on the ground in a sign of reverence. It was a sign of reverence towards the male master who had made the decision to punish. I screamed in pain, and the lashes started to rain down with absolute cruelty -splash! splash! splash!...-. It was clear that Ahmed was accustomed to whipping. He handled the whip with great ease and his expression was always masculine, with legs spread apart and slightly flexed. Ahmed's enormous cock, fully erect as befits a sadistic male while punishing, looked majestic. His thick balls, hanging at mid-thigh level, reminded me of someone who once told me that men with very large testicles tended to have sadistic tendencies. He explained that it was due to the high levels of testosterone (the virility hormone) that naturally occurs in some men. -It could be- I thought. In any case, it seemed wonderful to remember that at that moment. The lashes became more intense. I screamed in pain, but my executioner showed no mercy, then that intense musky male scent that emanated from Ahmed's aromatic cock began to reach me again. It was stimulating that odor, but I was afraid. I knew Ahmed was very harsh when he whipped. He was a very sadistic man, but it was precisely because of that that he had so many sissy slaves; a real man is very tough. With the movements of the successive lashes -splash! splash! splash!...- Ahmed's cock moved and the large head began to draw intricate arabesques in the air. They were complex patterns that hypnotically drew my gaze. Reflected in the mirror was Ahmed's masculine and muscular body, and I noticed that his facial expression changed, it was no longer the face of an angry man, but of a man who was enjoying himself. Ahmed was whipping with pleasure. Ahmed's masculine face now reflected intense enjoyment, pleasure without limits. This made me feel a deep devotion towards him, because I realized how much of a man he was, his great quality as a male; domination and punishment are attributes of the male. But the orgasmic pleasure expressed on Ahmed's beautiful bearded face fascinated and scared me at the same time, as it was precisely in those moments of intense pleasure that he tended to lose control and became more cruel in his whipping, uninhibited by pleasure, intoxicated by his own excitement, he could go too far to almost kill the slave with lashes. Ahmed's cock head began to secrete droplets of preseminal fluid. They were drooling and more drooling that testified to his great pleasure and excitement, forming small puddles on the floor. I knew that I would have to clean with my tongue later, licking up all the fluids that this great male had secreted and was secreting, which were sacred to me, as Ahmed forced all his slaves to perform that ritual of cleaning the floor. Ahmed whipped me until he had his fill. When he stopped, instinctively my little ass was sticking up. Despite the pain from the lashes, my anus was once again craving cock, opening and closing as if it had a life of its own, and anal fluids started to flow from the hole. Ahmed noticed my anal appetite. His deep masculine voice sounded again -bitch! I whipped you nearly to death and your anus craves a cock, how inferior you are! sissy!- Ahmed let out some macho laughter that seemed as humiliating as it was fascinating to me. But my anus kept craving. Ahmed ordered his servants to untie me and ordered me to get on all fours to offer him my anus. Trembling with excitement, I obeyed. I crawled on the ground with my head always below the height of his knees to demonstrate my submission. When I was close enough to him, I got on all fours and instinctively, as a reflex, arched my back and stuck my little ass up offering the great male my anus that kept opening and closing wanting to be satisfied. Ahmed inserted a finger into my anus and then two, making them dance inside. I saw reflected in the mirrors his masculine hand with a wide wrist that had slapped me so many times and was now stimulating my anus, and his huge cock that was drooling. I was very excited and felt my anus dilate greatly with strong spasms from the stimulation of his fingers. Ahmed noticed my great excitement and directed the appropriate insult to me -little slut!-. (To be continued)