Endorsement
Copyright 1997-2002 by OldTom, all rights reserved.

She borrowed a razor strop, and he asked her to describe what it was like.

My Master and I had the experience of using a razor strop for a few weeks. You know, one of those old fashioned leather straps that barbers used a long time ago.

Well my Master used it to spank me, as a punishment. I forget why I was being punished now. Oh well. He used leather restraints on my wrists, and attached them to eyebolts in the ceiling. We have rather high ceilings in our house, and the eyebolts have heavy chains attached to them, and then the leather wrist restraints attach to the other end of the chains. My body is then in a Y position.

I find this position makes me very nervous when he is punishing me, as I can twist a bit, but not very far, therefore he has full opportunity, and full range to take aim at my poor bottom. When he punishes me, he also requires me to be completely nude.

I don't usually make any requests about my punishment, as a punishment is just that. However from time to time I do ask for permission to request a particular item. For instance, I will ask him to continue talking to me throughout the punishment, and the words do not really matter, I just need the voice connection.

For punishment with this strop, I asked him to blindfold me, as I don't want to see it coming. (smile) That did not help. Once I am in position and restrained, he will leave me "dangling" for awhile. I begin to shiver, from nervousness. The cool air in the room does not help either.

He has used many different items to punish me with in the past, but this one is horrible. My pain tolerances have increased over time to a rather high level, and I can take a lot, but this strop is incredible in what it can do. I also don't mark easily, but this strop does produce SOME MARKS! He gave me just a few strokes, however those few strokes can produce terror.

I don't really know any words to describe just how badly they hurt. I do feel for anyone who is about to have it used on them. She has my sympathy. This strop is no longer in our house, and I for one am glad to see it go. Unfortunately, my Master is hunting for another. Hopefully, he won't find one very soon. (Please, oh, please, with fingers crossed.)

I hope this description helps, as I can't describe adequately just how badly it hurts.

Table of Contents

On to Silence