"TEN THOUSAND LASHES!!!"

The three infamous words of Goddess Padma sentencing me to my harshest punishment ever during my trial for the drummed up accusations of my “undoggie-like misconduct” earlier rang incessantly in my ears.  All my Goddesses were still seated around the “PIT”, the scene of my trial that had just culminated with the foregone guilty verdict, musing over the best way to inflict this extremely cruel and prolonged punishment. 

Goddess AnnJoan came up with the best idea:  “How about a Torture Competition to decide who among us is the best at humiliating and tormenting and degrading our canine foot slave?”  This suggestion was met with hearty cheers of instant unanimous approval as I quivered on my knees inside the PIT at their collective feet, pondering how I would  survive the impending long and arduous torture sessions. Goddess Sandi asked  my four “guest” Mistresses that were invited to my trial to join in the fun.  Goddesses Andira and Cherilyn said they would be delighted but Angie and Ritzi had to excuse themselves to attend another party later that evening.  I kissed their heels goodbye at the door and returned to the Torture Parlor to find my eight “resident” Goddesses eagerly waiting to get going with my punishment.

The Competition would consist of three “rounds”, the first of which would be contested as “ duel of the duos” in two sessions.  My eight “resident” Goddesses were randomly  paired together as four “duos” with two duos competing in each session.  The two guest Mistresses Andira and Cherilyn would be  my “Goddesses-in-charge” to conduct the first round, a role they thoroughly relished.  I shuddered nervously at their feet while they announced the first two duos that would start off the dreaded Competition - Goddesses Purnie and Pauletta  teamed up against the formidable Goddess Padma and Goddess Kandi in an innovative game of  “doggie ball”, a viciously sadistic whipping game contested on a “playing field”  30 feet long and 10 feet wide. On command, I crawled over to the middle of the room and waited on my shaking knees and arms by my side while the dominatrix duo of Goddesses Purnie and Pauletta strutted over to one side 15 feet away and their opponent duo of Goddesses Padma and Kandi made it over to the other side. All four appeared extremely menacing with the long whips dangling from their hands.

Mistress Andira made the formal announcement: “Ladies, are you ready?…….raise your whips……………start lashing!!!!”   No sooner she said this, it began raining whips on my totally helpless body from all directions and I was having a hard time remaining on my knees.  My tormentors were using a variety of whips ­ at one end, Goddesses Padma and Kandi brandished their favorite ten foot bullwhips and at the other end, Goddess Purnie flashed her cruelly biting horsewhip and Pauletta threatened with her super long cat-o-nine tailed whip!

The object of the contest was to force me toward the opposite “end zone” and kiss the feet of the opposing duo.  And amidst all the swooshing and cracking of the quadruple whips, I had to keep an accurate count of the lashes!!  Time and again, I fell to the floor and Mistress Cherilyn hurriedly came over and kicked me repeatedly in the chest and stomach and ass to get me back on my knees.  On several occasions, I tried to escape their intense whipping by crawling "out of bounds" only to be yanked by my leash and forced back into the “playing field” with severe reprimand from Andira to behave or else!  My other four Goddesses ­ Gita, AnnJoan, Sandi and Afsa who were awaiting their turn to compete next were merrily lounging on the couch and deriding my every knockdown and futile attempt at escape.

After being bounced around between the end zones like a football for nearly an hour, those cruel whips were taking a heavy toll on my body which had been crisscrossed by innumerable lashes across my chest and stomach and groin and thighs in the front and across my neck and shoulders and back and butt.  They were not going to stop their merciless torture until I made it to one of the end zones 30 feet apart.  My pleas for mercy were only met with harsher lashes.  I gritted my teeth and attempted once more to get to the end zone amidst a flurry of  Goddess Purnie’s biting horsewhips and Pauletta’s sharp cracks of her catwhip landing on my front and the dual bullwhip attack on my back by Goddesses Padma and Kandi goading me on.  I heaved myself the last few feet with all the determination I could muster and lunged across the end zone to hug Goddesses’ Purnie and Pauletta's stiletto heels and succumbed at their feet and began to kiss their toes incessantly as a gesture of surrender.  The whipping slowed down and ultimately stopped with shrieks of delight for the “touchdown” scored by the victorious duo of Goddesses Padma and Kandi who were formally declared winners by Mistresses Andira and Cherilyn.  I painfully trudged over to plant congratulatory kisses on their toes, relieved that I had survived the hour long session during which I had been subjected to over 2000 lashes that had left telling marks all over my body!

My respite was not for long though.  Goddesses Gita and AnnJoan were now getting all too eager to duel it out with their opponents Goddesses Sandi and Afsa in another unique contest they had conjured up for their session of this round of competition. This contest wickedly called the “Chariots of Ire” involved using a Doggie Cart in a race against time

where I had to crawl some 50 feet along the entire length of this humongous Torture Parlor moving one duo of contesting Goddesses in one direction and returning with the other duo back to the starting point.  The scenario shifted across the room to the corner where the ominous Cart (a modified C shaped couch on swivel wheels large enough to accommodate four to five Goddesses) was parked. Goddesses Sandi and Afsa were already settled in the Cart ready to “drive” me with their malicious whips toward the far corner where Goddesses Gita and AnnJoan impatiently awaited their turn to drive me back home.

I was still profusely kissing Goddess Padma’s feet, relieved and thankful for having survived the furious lashing dished out by my four super sadistic dominatrixes and now, it was time to face the fury of the other four Goddesses.  “Doggie, aren’t you looking forward to the next contest?” asked Andira teasingly as she yanked me up on all fours. Mistress Cherilyn added gleefully:  “And the discipline in this session gets even more intense!”  The two Mistresses jumped on my back to ride me over to the Cart and handed the leash over to the duo of Sandi and Afsa ready with their whips and eager to start the race.  I assumed my crawling posture on all fours to pull my riders forward.  Andira and Cherilyn sat at either end of the Cart and extended their legs to sandwich my face and neck between their feet. This served as the most unique contraption for a yoke! Goddesses Sandi and Afsa simultaneously cracked their whips on my back to begin their long treacherous ride to the other end 50 feet away.

Exhausted as I was from the severe whipping during the “doggie ball” contest, I managed to trudge slowly down the track. Goddess Sandi urged me to crawl faster by lashing my back and ass with her short nine tailed braided leather whip that stung real hard. Afsa jabbed her sharp stiletto spikes on my butt and kicked my underbelly frequently to keep me moving.  Andira’s sharp pointed toenails made deep impressions on my cheeks while Cherilyn shoved her succulent toes inside my mouth.  Goddesses Padma, Kandi, Purnie and Pauletta relaxed on the couches alongside, sipping wine and thoroughly amused by my continual degradation as I crawled past them.  I managed to reach halfway after about twenty minutes and 500 lashes wondering if I could make it all the way!  The lashing got even more intense when Afsa cracked her whip on my thighs and ankles while Sandi continued to scorch my back and ass.  Mistresses-in-charge, Andira and Cherilyn, rested their feet comfortably on my face and relished my miserable plight with sheer sadistic pleasure. Pulling the Cart the remaining 25 feet just with my face pressing into their outstretched feet and my neck tugging at the leash tightly held by Afsa seemed well nigh impossible. I prostrated myself and grabbed the dangling feet in front of my face and crawled forward on my stomach. Slowly but surely, I progressed toward the end of my trek.  After nearly 50 minutes and some 1200 lashes from Goddesses Sandi and Afsa’s whips, I finally completed what seemed like an odyssey, totally

out of breath and stamina when I slithered across the finish line where my Goddesses Gita and AnnJoan were waiting impatiently for almost an hour to have their turn in this convoluted dog race to ride me back home.

Goddesses Sandi and Afsa dismounted off the Cart to make room for their opponent duo. Goddesses Gita and AnnJoan could hardly wait to seat themselves and have me kiss each of their toes as a welcoming gesture.  Andira and Cherilyn sat on either side of them and made themselves comfortable using my ass as their footrest. Andira expressed her displeasure at having taken a whopping 49 minutes to crawl 50 feet down one way (barely one foot per minute) and that would be the time to beat for my new duo of Goddesses to win. Cherilyn reminded me to keep an accurate count of the lashes throughout my punishment or else! Gita and AnnJoan decided they would rather have me push the Cart than pull it as I did earlier and ordered me to assume the appropriate position.  I crouched on my knees to place my head by their feet and grasped the railing on the underside of their footrest ready to roll the Cart back.

“Now start crawling, slave!”  And with that terse command, their dual whips began to rain on my already ravaged body.  With whatever strength I could muster, I pushed the Cart to get it going back toward its starting spot.  My Goddesses had me on a double leash that they held tightly in one hand and brutally whipped me with the other. My moans and groans could hardly be heard over the swooshing sounds of their lashes coercing me to crawl faster.  They stepped on my neck to hold my head down which made it awfully difficult to see where I was headed.  When I did meander off the “track”, Andira and Cherilyn literally kicked me back on.  The intense abuse my entire body had been continuously subjected to was taking its toll and I could hardly stay on my knees.  Along with her cruel lashings, Goddess Gita even ridiculed me verbally. “Why, you aren’t even moving at a snail’s pace, you miserable excuse for a crawling foot rug!”  And she whacked me even harder and harsher.

I was even slower getting to the halfway point taking nearly 25 minutes to get there. My whipster duo realized that they would not be able to beat Sandi and Afsa's time at this rate. So they changed places with Andira and Cherilyn in the Cart and resumed their merciless whipping this time more directly on my butt and thighs and prodded me on with sharp kicks to my sides. Goddess AnnJoan mocked me further: “O you poor little poodle, are we hurting you bad?” and warned me against veering off the track ever again and to make better time for the remaining trek.  Despite my mental and physical anguish, I made a concerted effort not to succumb to their tirade and desperately hung in there and somehow managed to move closer to the spot where I was to return.  The last five feet or so I made one long thrust with a surprising burst of adrenaline pumping me up and collapsed upon returning to the starting point, totally devastated physically and mentally. I had finally made it back - in about 48 minutes surviving some 1500 lashes from Goddesses Gita and AnnJoan. 

I was still gasping heavily for air when Mistress Andira announced that the “race” was over and since my return time was just slightly better, Goddess Gita and AnnJoan were declared to be the eventual winners of this contest.  I was so relieved that I had survived, though just barely, my ordeal through the first round and hoping for some respite before the next round of the Competition began.