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Distance Training


For those unable to serve in person I offer distance training. This can consist of a multitude of different areas, obviously depending on the training specifically required by the submissive, fetishist, masochist or slave. The following is an account by one particular masochist of some rather extreme self-flagellation tasks he was instructed to carry out last weekend with a selection of whips made by himself:


Day 1

Dear Liza, I set my alarms for all the whipping both Saturday and Sunday and dressed ready to start immediately the alarm sounded. 

First 200 bootlace whip – 200 slow hard lashes with the bootlaces raised the marks  all over me,  the well oiled laces really biting and leaving angry marks. 

First 300 wash line whip  – If I thought the first 200 left angry marks this left deeper tramline red marks ,raising hard ,high welts that wrapped around me. Across my back, around and directly over my nipples, I worked at my aim, dismissing any strike that was  not a direct hit, indeed I also dismissed any strike that was not well delivered. Half delivered with my right arm, half with my left the whip wrapped around front and back biting over and over. 

The 100 scourge – Again any strike not delivered with full power was discounted. Although It’s not the first time I’ve used this I have tried to make it special, consequently I am developing a sequence before use, I have to hone and sharpen the spikes with a stone especially bought for it and then clean the whip, especially each spike. So the hour since the previous 300 strokes is well spent and anticipation mounts as each spike becomes razor sharp. These hundred strokes were delivered hard and I felt blood run immediately.  25 straight each to the cheeks and back were followed by the front 25 to the stomach delivered as a passing wheeling producing long catlike scratches , then the same to my nipples.  Several long scratches directly across both nipples have left them throbbing, wanting more.  A cleaning with spirit brought every mark immediately into focus, tomorrow is going to be very interesting! And oh how I want more! 

Day 2

Dear Liza, Planning that I would be taking more time this evening over the whipping I took time to hone and clean the scourge this afternoon. Anticipation mounted through the day as I worked, often passing the three whips hanging from a beam. I know what each will be like yet I can’t wait for the time to pass. Why can’t I strip off and begin? … I ache with the desire to feel a strike, yet I wait, till the alarm sounds.

2nd 200 bootlace – The first touch and I know it will be difficult, with many restarts I eventually strike again with full force, a slow 200 takes some 20 minutes, but each blow is exactly as you would like. 

img_90512nd 300 wash line – In order to ensure all strikes were perfect the process of “restart” was employed, any miss-hit , even at 299 would mean restarting the count at 0 (this made an interesting difference, slowed me down as the further in to the whipping I got the more I concentrated on a good , hard strike)  I had one restart at the beginning but soon concentrated properly and delivered all 300 properly, each time leaving a now colourful series of tramline welts, these now cover me completely, shoulders to top of thighs, front and back. 

2nd scourging – Having only used this only yesterday I knew exactly what it would be like and what it would do. Again I used the same “restart” method to keep me focused. 

 As with all three whips the reapplication over tender skin brings a different feeling reaching a the heightened zone of excitement and feeling was both difficult and easy. The first strikes being unbearable yet quickly turning to give me a desire to take more. The scourge was no different, its instant bite over yesterday’s scratches a burning torture. But all 100 were delivered as yesterday. 

Thank you Liza for the instructions, it is always my pleasure to carry them out.


A very vivid account of a very painful yet pleasurable experience, which goes to show that I don’t always need to physically present in order to inflict my whims! This photo shows what happened when I used his scourge on him only a dozen times a few months ago – I will leave you to imagine what his torso looks like after the distance training…