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whipping fan to use in a new sentence of torture 06/2020

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you must be over 18 years old or older to read this storyMY BIO I am a white upper middle-aged divorcee with a nice athletic body. I’m 5 ‘- 7 “tall, 145 pounds, 38b-26-38 woman. I am from the east coast of the USA. I am also a very private person. I have been a masochist since my early childhood. As I also found that I could achieve better sexual orgasms by introducing real pain to my body, especially my private parts. My ex-husband could not understand or deal with my masochistic desires. So after our marriage fell apart we divorced. I took it upon myself to sexually torture my breasts, nipples, clitoris, cervix and womb, to achieve my pain induced orgasms. Then I decided to post one of my real life experiences on a sexual story site. Soon after that posting I started to be contacted by cyber master's that would like to impose upon me what I called my "sentence of sexual torture" that I would dutifully carry out on my worthless useless pain slut body. Now you know a little about me. All my stories are factually true


My own invention of a whipping fan to use in a new sentence of torture   06/2020

It was a nice summer day when I discovered my neighborhood friends down the street had a garage sale. I am always attracted to garage sales because you never know what you could find that you possibly use them or turn them into a torture tool.

Many times, I scavenged through some of the tools they had for sale, namely C clamps and such that I could turn into a sexual torture instrument. On this particular day I came across a old 50s era tabletop air fan. It was really old and had a tattered electric cord on it. It was cast-iron and real heavy. It had a wire shroud to keep your hands off the blades. And it had a three-blade fan on it. At the base there was a switch that had a on and off switch +3 speeds. At the motor part of the fan, it also had a lever that you could go from straight to oscillating.

As you can imagine staring at this fan my creative juices started going off in my head. I could envision taking off the shroud and exposing the three fan blades. I envision taking a narrow half-inch leather belt and cutting it into three strips about 12 inches long. I would then fasten these 12-inch straps to the fan blades using large washers and a small bolt on each blade.

This fan could be easily hooked up to one of my electric timers to turn on at a set time. So, I approached the owner with a favorable price and purchased the fan stating it would probably have to be rewired because the electric cord is unsafe. He agreed and I took it home.

The rest of the day I set to work in my garage and taking a old lamp cord and removing the old cord from the fan and installing the new cord and plug. Took off the protection shroud exposing the fan blades. Then I took a 3/8 drill bit and drilled hole at the end of each paddle. I had three 3/8 x 1/2-inch bolts with three washers at the ready.

I went into my house and into my wardrobe and had two half inch leather belts from my wardrobe. These I would take and cut up these whipping straps, so I had three equal straps. I took the same drill bit in drilled hole in the end of each of the three straps. And screwed them on to holes in the sand blades

With all the construction on the fan completed I was extremely excited to turn the tabletop fan into my next sexual torture device. My worthless cunt was Running like a river anticipating the carrying out of this sentence of whipping torture of my worthless useless cunt.

In my mind, I devised that I would carry this out in my hot garage with the cast-iron fan base on the concrete floor. I would locate this in the center of my garage. With a extension cord plugged in the wall I would plug the timer into the extension cord and the fan plugged in to the timer. I would set the digital timer by not looking at it and pressing the on button to have it come roughly 8 min. from start.

I had a 12-inch wide by 48 inches long board that I fastened a small piece of 2 x 8 at the end standing upright and screwing it into the board to make the board I am to lay on have a 8" slope to it. This board I would lay on so my pelvis is pitched up and my shoulders would be on the concrete. By lying this way my cunt and ass would be in direct striking distance of the straps on the fan.

I grabbed my handcuffs and the key that I always have and a small ice cube that I would hold and have to melt in order to let myself out of my bondage. I had my ankle spreading bar at the ready. And with everything completed I stripped myself down nude locked my ankles into the spreader bar that spread my legs out as far as possible. Then laid myself on the board with my cunt and ass holes at the end of the board that was close to the fan that was turned sideways. The timer was set to who knows when to come on. I quickly handcuffed my hands through the ring in the floor with the ice cube close by that I could pick and put in my hands. As I laid there nude and spread, I kept going over in my mind how this sentence of torture is going to be carried out. Hopefully I set the straps so they will strike directly between my legs and strike not only my wet cunt lips but also my clitoris that was swollen with the anticipation of the pain of being whipped with the leather straps on a low speed.

The wait and anticipation of when the timer would come on was excruciating. But finally, the fan came to life and my sentence of fan whipping torture commenced. There was a constant beating on my crotch area. There was no let up and each and every time the tip of the strap hit either my clitoris or my fat cunt lips it stung. When the strikes would hit my clitoris, it would almost take me into a pain induced orgasm. Then suddenly I realized I didn't pick up the ice cube and start to melt it as this fan tortured my body.

I quickly put the ice cube in my hand and switched it from hand to hand to help quickly expose the key for the handcuffs. About 15 min. later my crotch area was red from the continuous whipping of the fan and straps. Ice cube was half melted and I started to tear up because the pain that continued to get worse as my skin started to blister, I had many pain induced orgasms, especially when the belts struck my clitoris. By the time the key was melted enough that I could unlock the handcuffs, my crotch area was blistered and there were cuts in both my cunt lips, clitoris and by my taint. I quickly press the off button on the timer and uncuffed my ankles from the spreader bar. Next time I intend to use my tens device with leads on both my nipples and steel butt plug for extra pain.

When I stood up the pain between my legs was immense. I didn't even cleanup my torture device. I left it in the garage and went into the house to put cold compresses on my tortured cunt and ass. I spent the next few hours resting on the couch with a compress between my legs.

I had the satisfaction that I not only dreamed up and manufactured another sexual torture apparatus for my worthless, useless, whore body but also put it into a sentence of sexual torture that I successfully carried out.  

 Pain slut Debbie

Debdunbar16@gmail.com


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