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The first torture, the first of
seven, was of course, the whip, or as sometimes it
is known, the Flagelum. That long tradition in punishing
a transgressor, common even in contemporary times.
A cruel way of making one know the difference between
right and wrong. We believe, strongly, that it is
the wrong way(in the real world). But it's a big element
in our ongoing fantasy. The sound of the whip as it
crashes against the naked skin has a lure of its own
... to some. For Red Feline it is a must. We
had to choose from the many types of whips: long,
short, thick, thin. Bull whips, floggers, crops.
Whips made of leather, or other animal hide, whips
with tips that could cut through flesh, even nerves.
What about a cane? We also had to decide the amount
of lashes our prisoner, our condemed friend would
receive. Maybe a few hundred. There's a recorded
case in the south of the United States where a slave
woman was hanged from a tree by her wrists and received
200 lashes. She did not survive.
We were not going to cause Red Feline's demise,
of course, but we had to reach for a high number.
We knew Camille could take it, she had the experience.
In what is now known as The Via Crucis of Camille,
a ten sessions ordeal for poor Camille, she received
quite a few... we counted more than 500 per session...
that makes it something like 5000 lashes on her
not so large and wide body.
After a few days in which we built the set
in JJ's bedroom, we began Camille's passion play
as Red Feline.
Margot
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Red Feline is thrust into a dark dungeon where
the punishment for her unknown transgression awaits.
An upright post is set in the middle of the room,
firmly bolted to the ground and the ceiling.
There are chains and ropes hanging from the post
and the ceiling and various large objects are waiting
their turn: a triangular rack, a rectangular one,
a long piece of wood resting against a wall, a few
long, menacing nails waiting on top of a rock for
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