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Da crack a da whip

By: lil big rig

I was around 6. I was in my room probably playing with trucks or dollies. Having a grand ol time. I got thirsty so I proceeded to start walking downstairs to get some kiddie snacks. You know, juice boxes and cheerios and stuff. My mother was watching TV. Back then it was one of them big box TVs. Yes, I'm that old. It was a movie. I stopped in my tracks a watched what was going on. Showing, was a lady at the end of a horse drawn trailor. She was getting whipped. There was screaming, crying and blood. I stood there in awe. So I ran back upstairs and reenact the scene. I would always have it in the back of my head. The years went by. In about 6 grade, we would learn about slavery. They would show videos of the torture that happened. There was tons of whipping and branding.  The branding really got me off too. I was still young so I didn't pay any mind to it. Around the 8th grade, my libido was changing because of puberty. It was February, aka black history month. So, they showed even more stuff. Since 8th grade was the highest level in middle school, they thought we was old enough to watch the movie "roots". Everything was fine until a whipping scene came up. I started sweating, I was breathing heavy and there was a tight, good feeling down where the sun dont shine. I couldn't stop smiling. The teacher notice me smiling and chuckling at the whipping. She paused the movie and asked "why are you smiling? This ain't nothing to smile about. Would you please explain to the class why you are smiling at racial discrimination?". So I started to panic. Every African American kid in my class was STARING at the white Asian kid trying to explain why they was smiling. "I-I dont know! I'm not racist, I promise! I'd have the same reaction no matter what race they are! Look! I'm not racist! I cant help it! I really cant!" I claimed. Luckily the bell rang and we switched periods. I went home that day. Ran to my room, threw things and bawled my eyes out. I never told my mom. The year went about normal but I still fantasized about whipping someone and getting whipped. I finally made it to high school. I joined the marching band. Inna nutshell I have PTSD from it. Whenever we used are bandwagon, I would think about the public trailor whipping that I saw in the movie when I was little. Throughout my high school career, I looked into more stuff about whipping and educating myself on how it's ok to do with consent and terms an conditions. I was also infatuated with tying someone up and being tied up. I've always liked semi trucks. I realized that chains and "bondage" was involved in truckin. I always wanted to be a trucker. I thought about and I'm still thinking about recreating the scene. Basically I'm into BDSM. I'm still educating myself. I want to brand someone too. Twas the beginning of senior year, I dug deeper and deeper. I watched men getting consensually whipped. It was porn. I was watching porn.There, I admitted it. Happy now? Fuck. I would pleasure myself while watching they're backs get bloody. Throughout the year, I started to do "self flagellation" basically its the scientific word for "whipping yourself". I started slow. I would build it up overtime. I actually whipped myself today. Sometimes I would whip myself until I orgasmed. I still am trying to ante it up. For I want to get bull whipped someday. Yes, like Indiana fucking Jones! I also thought about whipping men until they bleed and cum. I still think about it. I want to play with the bloody lashes. I want to lick them too. Very sexy. Sometimes I would masturbate when I whip myself. Last January, I told mom I was like this. I told her because everytime something about BDSM would come up, she would be very negative and I would defend those who participate. When I told I whipped myself, she called my counselor. I was told that it was self abuse and if I kept it up, I'd be sent to the loony bin. So, I straightened my act up and ain't whip myself for a long time. A few days later, I came home from school and I tried to come out of the closet again. "Mom. I am being honest. I'm tryna have a conversation like an adult. Look, I've always been turned on by whipping. I like it." I told her. She said "fine. You are you but you need to understand that you have to do it with someone you trust and do it with CONSENT! Also, you will not be doing this shit in the house. I dont want you bringing no nasty whips in the house. That is a weapon and I dont want weapons in this house. Its gross. Whips are gross. I don't want to see none of that. You can do it when you move out." I obeyed her rule and understand the guidelines. I am off the radar of going to the loony bin. Mom realized that it's just a fetish. So far I've been good. I do whip myself but not as often until I leave. I plan on getting a whip. I'll probably get one when I get my standard drivers license so I can take myself. I'll use paper money so the purchase dont show on my account. Imma hide it in my trumpet case so no one sees the weapon.

That's basically my story. I have 2 other fetishes but this ones about breaking out the whips because they are seen as RACIST symbols and that's not true. This is where I am going to get political and this is the SOLE purpose of why I am writing this. Yall know that whips was used in the times of slavery. Like REAL slavery not the consensual fetish type. It was caused by the democratic party. Yes, some Republicans took part but not all. Nowadays, mainly the Democrats and liberals are saying it only happened to Black folks. Not true. It happened to EVERYONE! I will not get into a history lesson but these liberal folks think whips was only used on Black slaves. Nope. They was used by mongols towards slavic people. Actually the word slave comes from slavic. Aka, people like me but I digress. Whips was used in the biblical times. They ain't racist. They use this narrative to be anti white and anti second amendment. Yes, second amendment is not just for guns but ALL weapons. You need to be 18 or old to buy a whip because it is a weapon. Of course there exceptions such as it being passed down by family members. I would never whip someone without consent. Ever. I cant help that its attractive to me. I can not help it. I believe I was born this way, I just discovered that I was when I saw something that flicked the switch. Politics aside. Heres why I think whipping is sexy. I think whipping is hot. I like physical and psychological aspects of it. When its physical, for example, if I was whipping a guys during a session, I would like to play with the lashes. I like how they look. I like how the bleed. I want to rub the bloody lashes. Suck on them too. The scars of it are really sexy. All warm and raised! For psychological aspects, I like the fact that a guy is trusting me to use a weapon on him. I like the intimacy and trust that goes into the act a whipping. The feelings that are released by both parties make the relationship tighter. Even the crack can get me going! Just hearing the crack, makes me aroused. When its Christmas and I hear the song "sleigh ride" from Leroy Anderson, the whip crack part turns me on. I love how it cracks! Once it cracks, lust comes out. I also want these physical and psychological aspects to happen to me once I bottom to a whip. I want to get bull whipped someday and I want to bull whip someone someday. I want to use a cat a nine tails with spikes at the end of the falls. I just think it's so sexy. The rush, the crack, and the lust! While whipping can get gross, it's hot. I like it. I can't change that. I'm me. Folks dont hafta liike it. I was born this way. It's part of my sexuality. It's how I show love. I don't do romance, I do whips!

"With every crack of the whip follows the cry of agony and lust"-lil big rig

This basically about how I'm into brutal whipping.