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There’s nothing I love more than a bound and gagged whumpee.
Thrashing and struggling against their restraints, muffled screams and whimpers…
Tie your whumpee up by their wrists, rough rope digging into their skin. Then whip them, over and over, until their legs give out and they slump against the post. Until each breath is a ragged, desperate gasp, until the world spins around them and stars to fade in and out of focus, until all they can hear is the snap of the whip and their own blood dripping on the ground.