Two Kinds Of Whipping

"SM-Love" is made of powerful highs and ethernal gratitude

I was pondering two kinds of whippings.

The first kind doesn’t need to look good, quite the opposite. It is born of S-M love: a masochist meets a sadist, and their love language is pain and screaming. It can feel horrible, and yet empowering. Ideally, it ends in arousal and immense, mutual gratitude. It’s like looking forward to Hell itself. There is fear, there are doubts, but also trust, and the push to move through it together. Here, cruelty and devotion go hand in hand.

Then there is whipping as sensation. It usually takes longer; a slower buildup, playing with pacing and angles. Sometimes it focuses on patterns. It’s neater, designed to focus, not to test limits. The strokes are measured because it’s about the feeling of the whip. Bodies don’t struggle or contort uncontrollably; there’s hardly a scream. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

Both have value. One is about strength and mutual devotion; the other, sensation and care.