He was everything any girl could want. Handsome, rich, and a great lover. I could hardly believe that he could want me when he could have anyone.

I never felt very secure since women I thought were prettier than me fawned over him. Although he said I was pretty and that he had never seen anyone with a better figure I didn't really believe him. I did have a nice body with my thirty six "D" breasts my twenty-two inch waist and tight thirty -five inch buns but there were a lot of girls like me and we always seemed to be at the beach or parties with beautiful women since he was an agent for models.

He didn't want me to go into modelling. He said it ruined women but I just thought he didn't think I was good enough.

I became secure in a strange way. While at a party I ran into a man I had known in high school. It was really innocent but when Ed saw us together he was obviously upset. I left the man to go to him and was shocked when he said that he would take me home because he had been wrong about me. He said that he loved me because he thought I was loyal only to see me hanging onto the first good looking man I saw.

I apologized all the way home and tried to explain but he did not seem convinced. When he walked me to my door and turned to leave I grabbed his arm and in desperation pleaded, "Please don't be mad at me. If you think I did something wrong punish me but don't leave angry."

That got his attention, he said, "How would I punish you?"

"My Dad used to spank me with his belt when I was naughty. It hurt a lot and I would be good for a long time."

"That sounds childish."

"Yes. You are right. I am an adult now and should be whipped but we don't have a whip. You can use your belt tonight and we can get a whip tomorrow."

"I don't think a whip is just used on the butt. That would be a spanking not a whipping."

"You are right. You can hit me anywhere that would be hidden by my clothes."

"Since you like backless dresses and short skirts that would limit the area to your butt, upper thighs and your front."

That really sounded painful and I became a little frightened but I could not back down now.

"Yes. I want you to hit all those places to prove to you how sorry I am to make you angry."

"That would prove it but I think you will change your mind. If you scream or tell me to stop I will know this is just talk."

"No! I am serious about this. I want you to cover all of me. Hit my butt, my thighs, my stomach, my inner thighs, and even on my breasts and crotch if you want to. If everything is not red you can add more till I am red all over."

This obviously made him excited and he told me to get undressed. When I was naked it seemed really strange. We had always undressed together in dim light. I felt really naked now in the bright light of my living room with him fully clothed. I was especially naked because he had complained about getting hair in his mouth when he went down on me so I had shaved my pussy completely bald.

I stood there nervously determined to take my punishment bravely while he took off his coat and tie then slid his little dress belt out of his pants. I asked him if I should bend over the couch or something but he said, "No. I just want you to stand there with your hands on your head. I want it to be easy for you to run away if you are not really serious about proving you are sorry."

I suddenly remembered the only way I could take my Dad's spanking was by gripping the arms of the chair he bent me over. I began to wonder if I could be this brave.

He stepped by my side when my hands were on my head and a I heard a "Whirr" then a "Splat!" at the same time a sting and burn crossed my butt cheeks. It hurt a little but I was relieved the light belt was not nearly as bad as my Dad's spankings and just braced myself for the rest. The lashes slowly worked down my butt leaving a fiery trail then he started on my thighs. I had never been hit there before and it hurt more, tears sprang to my eyes but I managed to brace myself for them.

It was over and he told me to turn around. I loved him even more when he said, "Do you want to go on? You are crying. If you want to stop I will understand."

That made me more determined to prove I would suffer for him and I told him, "Yes, go on. I want to prove I am truly sorry."

He told me to tighten my stomach muscles then brought one across just above my pussy. It hurt but surprisingly not as bad as my thighs however he slowly worked upwards towards my breasts and I knew that would hurt a lot.

It did! When his belt buried itself in my breasts I had to bring down my hands to caress and comfort them but when he started to put down his belt I regained my determination and put my hands back on my head whimpering. "I am ready now."

He seemed surprised but then continued causing my breasts to flatten then pop out with each blow. The last one came right across my nipples which made me gasp in pain.

He told me to spread my legs. I whimpered realizing that my inner thighs would probably be even more sensitive but I managed to open them slowly until he said that was enough.

The first lash to my inner thigh just below my pussy took my breath away. He must have realized that was the most painful so far because he stopped to let the belt hang as he watched my breasts shudder from my sobs but the sting created excitement. I spread my legs a little more to signal him I could take more. He stood in front of me to forehand and backhand my inner thighs moving so close to my pussy the belt was brushing my pussy lips. I began making little squeals but now it was from excitement not pain.

He stopped saying, "I guess you have learned your lesson."

I think we were both amazed when I blubbered, "No. My crotch is still white!"

He began bringing the belt across my pussy and to my amazement it increased my excitement ten fold. When he directed the last one up from the floor to bury it in my slit I came!

He ripped off his clothes to put me on the rug to fuck me, then go down on me, then turn me over to fuck my ass. I had one orgasm after another and when he came the first time he did not stop as he had always done before. I had never seen him so excited.

When we had rested he carried me to the bed to hug and kiss me and tell me he loved me and that I was fantastic.

He studied my red body awesomely and said, "My God. I really made you red. Are you in a lot of pain?"

"No. The sharp pain is gone I just feel hot. Like a sunburn. It was not as bad as my Dad's spanking. See. There are no welts, just redness. You really enjoyed whipping me didn't you? I have never seen you so excited."

"I feel bad about hurting you. It was the fact that you loved me enough to submit to it that was so terribly exciting. Every man dreams of having a love slave and you fulfilled that dream. I love you so much! I didn't think I would ever find anyone like you."

I suddenly felt secure! He thought I was his slave but he was mine too. I was sure as he was that those snooty models would not be willing to prove their love by having their precious bodies hurt.

I told him that I loved him so much that I never should have talked to another man and deserved the pain he gave me.

He began kissing and licking my red boobs and stomach which were already fading to a healthy pink finishing by french kissing my pussy then licking my clitoris. Before he had just licked me a little bit but when I took his head in my hands to hold him there he did not protest and I felt like I was the master. He licked me until I had a great orgasm then slid up to drive his hard dick into me to continue my orgasms. It was wonderful and the pain I had suffered seemed a low price to pay for the love and excitement I was feeling.

We went to sleep hugging each other.

The next morning we woke up both amazed that all the redness had gone away and the only evidence of my whipping were a few small bruises where the tip of the belt had landed. I told him that I was surprised because his belt had hurt as much or more than my Dad's spankings with a paddle but it had left big bruises. In our conversation I realized he had not known he had brought me to orgasm and that my gasps and trembling as my excitement built up must have been interpreted as just a reaction to pain. I decided not to tell him I had been excited by the experience as he seemed most impressed by my willing to submit. If he knew I had enjoyed the experience he might not be as impressed by my willingness to submit to him.

We decided that either my skin was tougher now that I was older or else the paddle caused more bruising.

He said, "Maybe we should experiment with different instruments to see what works best."

I realized then that my first whipping was not to be my last but when I remembered that the leather had brought on an orgasm I was only excited by the prospect.

I said, "Yes that might be a good idea. I will try to be good so you won't need to punish me but if you want to whip me just to make you excited it will be alright."

"Really! You would submit to a whipping even if you had done nothing wrong?"

"Yes. That is how I can prove my love. It would not mean as much if I deserved it. If I do something wrong you should punish me much more severely. Have you ever punished a girl before?"

"Yes but it was several years ago. It was my introduction to sex. I was about eleven and used to play in the woods with a neighbor girl. One day she told me it was her birthday so I gave her a candy bar I had with me. She said that since I had given her a present I could give her a birthday spanking like her folks and older sister would do after her party. I knew what she meant because my folks gave me a playful spanking on my birthday too. I expected her just to lay over my lap with her clothes on but she surprised me by taking off her little coveralls and sliding off her panties before laying across my lap. I had seen her naked before from going skinny-dipping but having her naked across my lap was really exciting. I gave her a little spank but she said to do it harder because her bottom had to turn red for it to count. By the time I finished the eleven spanks my dick was so hard it was throbbing. To my surprise she squeezed it through my jeans and told me she knew how to make it go soft. She unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans to sit on it facing me as I sat on the stump and I felt this great feeling as she directed my throbbing dick into that wonderful hot wet pussy. I didn't have to do a thing. She squirmed and pumped up and down until I came with twice the excitement of masturbation.

From there we went on to games where she was a captive of indians or caught as a spy where I would tie her to a tree and spank her with little willow switches.

The most exciting thing did not involve her. One day she told me her older sister had wrecked her Dad's car and that she was getting a whipping after dinner. She told me a whipping was much more exciting than a spanking and I could watch if I wanted because her Dad did it in the barn and there were knot holes in the wall I could see through. They did it just before bedtime at nine o'clock so I snuck out and went over to find a good spot. Her sister had a great body and I was really hoping she would be stripped for it although it did not seem likely. I was so excited I had jerked off once before they even got to the barn. The barn door opened and they came in holding kerosene lanterns leading her between them wearing a robe over her shoulders with her hands and arms hidden inside. She was already crying with the anticipation of her ordeal. Once the lamps were hung up they took off the robe to reveal her totally naked with a towel tieing her wrists together. Evidentally there was a ritual she was used to because she knelt in front of her father and said she knew she was bad and deserved the whipping but begged him not to cut her. She got up and went to a wall to bring back a whip with six leather thongs about three feet long coming out of a handle which she kissed then handed it to her Dad. She held out her hands and I understood that the towel was to protect her wrists from the rope her Mom tied around them. Her Dad brought over a post with leather cuffs on the ends. when he put it at her feet she spread her legs so widely the lips of her pussy opened so he could cuff her ankles. They pulled down the rope at the wall to lift her off her feet then tied it to a hook. Being stretched with the extra weight of the post made her body look wonderful her breasts tightened and rose while her stomach went concave. To this day I can still see her hanging there incredibly beautiful. He began whipping her and it was obvious he was hitting hard but she was very brave and just gasped or whimpered while he whipped every inch of her body from her shoulders to her thighs front and back. He must have hit her fifty or sixty times but she never screamed until he finished with a few up into her gaping pussy.

It obviously excited her Dad and his wife. She was panting with excitement and his dick was pushing out his pants. He told Tammy her little sister to let her down and take care of her. My thrills continued when Tammy helped her to a mattress and then began caressing salve on her while she was on her hands and knees. I realized that the caresses were exciting her by her trembling and agitated breathing and this was confirmed when she laid on her back and asked for more salve on her breasts and pussy.Her agitation increased until she made a huge sigh and said, "Thank you Tammy. You made me forget the pain."

I wanted to whip Tammy the next day but she would only let me use switches because she was afraid her folks might see the welts from a whip."

"When I whip you I will caress you with salve so you can forget the pain."

His story both frightened and excited me. The idea of being totally helpless while being whipped was really scary but I could see it would prove my complete trust in him not to hurt me badly.

I gulped then said, "I can see how that would excite you. Were you ever allowed to whip her?"

"Yes, but just thirteen lashes. I was hanging around so much I kind of became part of the family. On her next birthday I was allowed to join her family in giving her a birthday spanking on her naked bottom. At her next birthday she told me proudly that she was now a woman and would get a birthday lashing. Her Dad said if I promised to tell no-one I could participate in her birthday whipping. I told him he did not have to worry because my folks would not let me come there anymore if I told them and my friends would never believe me. I could hardly wait till the cake had been eaten. I noticed the thirteen candles and tried to imagine how she could stand fifty-two lashes. It turned out that the whip for birthday spankings was not as bad as the punishment whip with smaller thongs. The other difference was that she was hung from a chandelier in the house and her legs were not held open. Her Dad was first and I was relieved to see that he hit her on her breasts and lower stomach. Her boobs were bigger now and I had wanted to whip them but I was afraid they would be too sensitive. I used ten of my thirteen on her breasts and as close to her pussy as I could. I was afraid they may think I was too mean but I knew she was getting off on it and knew it was okay when her mother told her that this would help them grow and put eight of the thirteen on her boobs. The real surprise was at her sister's turn. She didn't even touch her butt. She just started at her breasts and worked down until she got below her belly - button then told Tammy to spread her legs. She did! then gasped and went into orgasm while the lash became wet from her pussy as she screamed in orgasm."

"Oh God! I know just how she felt! I had an orgasm when you hit my pussy too."

"I thought you did but it is hard to tell whether it was an orgasm or just great pain."

"It was both but I know what you mean. When you cum you seem to be in pain from the look on your face. Did you have more adventures with her?"

"That was a tragedy. Shortly after that the lumber mill where her father worked closed down and they moved to Seattle to find work. I was devastated, her mother's birthday was coming soon and she would have been forty. I wanted to see how she would react to one hundred and sixty lashes."

"Maybe it would be even more exciting for us if I could be hung up and whipped with a whip like you described."

"Would you do that for me? That would be wonderful!"

"Yes. I want to do it. No other girl would let you. Would she?"

"No you are a rare girl and I love you for it. After Tammy I tried to get several girls to let me spank them but they all refused until you. I will shop for rope, padded cuffs and a proper whip."

I was excited all day waiting for him to come home. Our home was ideal for this. He was in crowds all day so liked privacy at home. He had bought a house out in the country that had no close neighbors so I could scream if I wanted to without alarming anyone. He must have been excited too because he came home early carrying some large sacks. He said that to make it more like his first experience he decided to set things up in our garage.

He hung a pulley from a rafter in the ceiling and two more on the opposite walls then threaded rope through them. Finally he put in hooks to tie the ends of the ropes.

He opened another sack to show me padded cuffs with chains attaching them together for my wrists and ankles.

The last sack contained the whip. It was not at all what I expected. It was a handle with several leather bootlaces about two feet long coming out of it. It did not look very threatening.

He seemed disappointed with it.

"I did not realize it would be so hard to find multi-thonged whips. I found a lot of riding crops, and snake-like whips but they looked like they might cause a lot of damage. I found this in a sex shop. The man said I could hit as hard as I wanted without causing much damage."

He looked at me expectantly and I realized that the ordeal I had agreed to was at hand. I suddenly had misgivings knowing I would soon be totally helpless and no-one could hear my screams if it was unbearable but I also knew that it was too late to back out now and began taking off my clothes.

When I was naked I had worked up my nerve and was ready but there was to be more preparation.

"Your hair has grown out a little. Tammy had very little hair on her pussy so you could see the lash hit the skin. Would you mind if I shaved it?"

There was just some stubble like a crew cut but I thought having him shave it would be kind of like foreplay so I agreed.

He had planned for it. He took a dog clippers out of his sack and took me back into the house to lie on the floor with my legs spread for him.

It turned out to be exciting. The vibration of the clippers turned me on and even as close as that cut the hair he was not satisfied and got a razor and shaving cream. Having him move the skin around on my pussy to shave every hair made me even more excited. By the time he finished I was near orgasm.

He said, "You have a beautiful pussy. It should always be this bare."

I got up and looked in a mirror. My pussy did look cute.It was perfectly white with just a tight slit. It looked a lot better than some other girls with gross black hair with inner lips keeping it open. I felt terribly naked and my pussy looked very vulnerable now but I was so turned on I was as anxious as he to see it reddened and made puffy from the whipping.

He led me out to the garage and I stood there trembling with excitement while he buckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles then tied the rope from the rafter to the center of the chain to my wrists and the ropes from the walls to my ankle cuffs.

He pulled down the rope to lift my arms until I was on my tip-toes then moved to the ropes on my sides.I lifted myself off my toes by my arms so he could pull my legs apart till I felt a pull on the inner thighs.

He looked at me in wonder then said, "You look fantastically beautiful. You have to see yourself."

He ran back in the house and came back with the three way mirror from our bedroom which he set up in front of me.

He was right! I could not help feeling proud. My breasts had lifted and rounded and my tummy was sucked in and tight. My pussy lips were open slightly and there were dewdrops at the bottom to demonstrate the extent of my excitement. My face had a look of pure lust.

He let me look at myself for a moment then started to move the mirror out of the way. I asked him just to move it back a little so it would not be in the way because I wanted to see myself being hit.

He picked up the whip and moved to my side to bring it back for the first lash. I braced myself for the pain.

It was nothing! Just a little sting with this wonderful heat running from my butt to my crotch. It continued that way with more heat and excitement. I actually looked forward to his moving to my front and when I saw the lash hit across my navel my skin just shuddered and slightly more sting and heat radiated from it. When he got to my breasts I gloried in the sight of them compressing and popping back out reddened begging for more.

This little whip was much better than the belt since it was wide enough to cover almost all of my boobs with one thong always stinging my sensitive nipples.

When my breasts were completely red he started back down my stomach. I watched in astonishment as the whip came across the lips of my pussy to make them shudder and open. When he stepped in front of me and looked at me expectantly I just gasped, "Yes. Yes! Do it."

He brought up the lash from the floor to bury the center thongs in the crack causing a fantastic pain and excitement to my clitoris. I went into orgasm that became stronger and stronger with each lash until I was so exhausted I let my chin fall to my chest and he stopped.

He was so excited he couldn't wait to untie me and just drove his throbbing dick into me gripping my butt cheeks to bury himself completely to continue my orgasms.

I was so out of it I hardly remember being taken down and carried to our bedroom.

He went to the bathroom and brought back cool damp washcloths to put on my hot red skin. That stopped the heat and pain instantly and I began to calm down and breathe normally.

He told me that I was wonderful and began licking my clit but that just felt pleasant after the fantastic orgasms from the whip. I said, "You are the one who should be rewarded. I have never, ever, had such fantastic excitement."

I got up and knelt in front of him to pull down his pants and began licking and sucking his throbbing dick. I had sucked him before but only briefly to get him hard to fuck me. I wanted to give him all the pleasure possible so I licked his balls and even french kissed his asshole then took his dick in my mouth happy to have him fill it with his cum. Even after he came I continued to kiss it and rub it against my cheeks until it began to soften.

I crawled up on the bed to hug his sweaty panting body against my tingling breasts and kissed his neck and cheeks until he began breathing normally.

When he got his breath he began telling me how brave and wonderful I was to accept so much pain for him. I felt guilty. He had never really hurt me. He had just created fabulous excitement. I remembered my screams and agonized look on my face in the mirror and realized that he had mistaken my orgasms for terrible pain. I didn't know what to say. If I told him that the whole thing had just been a incredible experience he would no longer be impressed by my willingness to suffer for him. I thought to make up for it I should be willing to honestly suffer.

"Thank you. I want to be brave for you but the whip you used was not the same as the one you saw at the barn. See. There are no welts and even the red is almost gone. In order to prove I am willing to suffer for you there should be welts.I can braid. If you could find some leather strips about the same size as the whip they used on Tammy's sister I could braid them together to make a handle. It would be just like the scene you saw except you would be able to do it rather than just watch."

He thought that was a great idea. It suddenly occurred to me that I must be crazy. He had been satisfied with the little whip which had only brought me stings and excitement and I was asking for something that may hurt terribly. At the same time imagining myself being whipped like Tammy's sister had me trembling with excitement.

The next day he brought home six strips of leather a half inch wide and about four feet long. It only took a few minutes to braid the handle which left thongs nearly three feet long. It excited me to be making a whip that would no doubt cause enough pain to really impress him. It excited him to see me make it too and when I finished he led me into the bedroom to make love. He was great and took his time. Normally I would have a great orgasm but this time I barely made it to a small one like the ones I used to get as a young girl through masturbation where I stopped at the first unaware that if I kept going there would be more and greater ones.

I began to wonder if I could only get the really great orgasms through pain. While I laid on my back he laid beside me on his side and began sliding the new whip up and down my body over my pussy and twirling it around my breasts. Just the feel of the leather got me excited and I said "OOh. These thongs will dig in to make welts. Would you like to use it on me now?"

"No. I agree this whip will hurt a lot more. I want to give you time to think about it. If you are still willing to submit tomorrow we will try the new whip but if you think it will be too bad I will just use the little one."

Again I amazed myself by saying with a tremor, I am sure I want you to try the new whip. You know the little whip does not hurt badly and I need to prove I am willing to suffer for you."

"You are wonderful! We need to decide on the number of lashes."

That just excited me more and I said, "I am twenty-one and I didn't get a birthday spanking. Tammy's sister would have gotten lashes from her dad, mom, and Tammy. Why don't you give me sixty- three."

He was surprised and actually so was I. I knew this whip would hurt a lot more and was sure if I had stopped to think about it I would never have suggested so many.

He again told me how proud he was of my bravery and I decided I owed it to him since I had not admitted the lace whip had simply given me pleasure.

The next day I could not get my mind off my upcoming ordeal and excitement kept building until I stripped off my clothes and spread my legs and stretched my arms up to imagine how I would be as the whip hit me.This made me even more excited and I decided to see what I would feel later and worked up my courage to swing the whip around me to feel it on my butt as hard as I could. It hurt much more than the belt or little whip! The ends of the thongs came around and crashed into my pussy. The pain was breathtaking but just that one created so much excitement I immediately dropped to the floor to use both hands on my pussy until I had a crashing orgasm. The red marks lasted for nearly an hour. I did not know how I could stand sixty-three of them even though not all would hit my pussy and tried to think of a graceful way to back out.

When he got home he was so excited at the prospect I just could not disappoint him. He further lowered my inhibitions by having me undress so he could caress my body while I had a few strong drinks. As my excitement rose he said, "I have decided to add another element. Just in case you never want to be whipped again I bought a camcorder to record this so I can watch it to make me excited for regular sex. Do you mind?"

"No. It may excite me too and if nothing else it is proof that I was willing to suffer for you."

He went out to the garage to set up the camcorder while I continued to drink and caress myself.Eventually my excitement overrode my fear and when he returned I willingly walked out to the garage with him.

He started the camcorder then at the last moment he said, "Maybe I should whip you while you are free to get away if it is too much."

That kindness convinced me even more that I should suffer for him to make up for not telling him that I enjoyed the lace whip but I knew I would not be brave enough to just stand there and take it.

"No! Please tie me. It won't be the same otherwise and I don't want to take the chance of not being brave enough for all of it."

"No. I want you to show me that you are willing to be completely helpless for your whipping. If you are, buckle the cuffs to your wrists and ankles."

I paused for a moment as I realized this would be my ultimate submission since I had been given a choice. I also realized that I could never complain to anyone if I suffered more than I could bear. Perversely this just increased my excitement as I said, "Yes. I want to be completely helpless."

I buckled the cuffs tightly to my wrists and ankles then stretched my arms above my head to let him take out the slack in the ropes enjoying the stretch as I felt my boobs lift and my tummy sink in.

He took out the slack to my arms and I noted he pulled no tighter than I had stretched myself. Then he stood in front of me and said, "Is that the way you want to be?"

He was staring at my pussy and I suddenly realized that there was fear mixed with the excitement as I was standing with my thighs pressed tightly together to protect my pussy.

I moaned, "No." and opened my legs a little. When he just continued to stare I whimpered and opened them more until I could feel my lips open and a coolness as the air evaporated the moisture in my wet pussy.

That seemed to satisfy him and he brought over a board with hooks in it to tie my ankles to keep my legs open. I was puzzled by this since before my ankles were tied to the wall but he explained. "Now I can turn you so every lash can be recorded."

I was not sure I would want to see what this new whip would do to me but I didn't say anything. He stood by my side idly swinging the whip and said, "Do you still want sixty-three lashes?"

"I am afraid that may be too much. I know that whip will hurt a lot.Would it be okay if I just took ten on my bottom, ten on my thighs, ten on my tummy, ten on my boobs and ten on my crotch?"

"It is up to you. In what order should I whip you?"

Again I had to make the decision. I thought I should be whipped on the least sensitive areas first in the hope excitement would let me bear the others and said, "My bottom, my tummy, my boobs,my thighs, and then my crotch."

"By crotch, do you mean your pussy?"

"Yes. My pussy! It has led me to this and should be punished most of all!"

He turned me so my back was to the camcorder then said, "I soaked the whip in oil so it would be softer for you. I want you to be able to brace yourself for the lash so count to ten. As you say the number I will hit you."

I took a deep breath then said,"One."

There was a "Slap!" followed instantly by a sharp sting that seemed to radiate from the centers of my butt cheeks. I gasped at the deeper pain as I realized that oiling the whip had only made it heavier and more flexible to hug my skin even on the sides of my cheeks. It was worse than the one I had given myself but somehow better as the deeper pain stimulated nerves that radiated to my pussy.I said, "Two."

This one was just a little lower which seemed to radiate even faster to my clit and I quickly said "Three!" so there would be no lessening of sensation.

This one was a little higher and I noticed there was now heat as well as sting as I said "Four."

This just increased the radiation to my whole lower torso and I began counting faster only pausing long enough to savor the feeling without losing the sting.

After the tenth he said in wonderment, "You are fantastic. Your butt is red and welted but you haven't screamed or cried."

He faced me and gave me a deep kiss as his fingers dug into my swollen ass cheeks to pull me into him. I swivelled my hips to rub my pussy against the lump in his pants and he realized how excited I was and said, "Do you want to take a break?"

"No. I don't want this feeling to leave. Do my front."

He turned me to face the camera and the mirror beside it. I looked wild! My body was trembling and pulsating and my face looked stricken as I panted so covered with sweat even my hair was getting wet.

As soon as he was in position at my side I said "One."

He brought it across my belly-button and I found it was even more exciting to see the red stripes form on my white skin as the pain radiated up and down my body.

I savored the sensation for a moment then gasped, "Two."

This one was lower and closer to my gash now dripping from my juices and I quickly said, "Three!"

I was frustrated when it came across above my belly button but "Four." brought another a little lower than "Two." Now I saw his pattern and began counting faster knowing that "Nine," and "Ten" would be nearly at my breasts and pussy.

At ten the lashes came across my pubic mound and I went into orgasm.

He stopped to watch my squirming, pulsating body for a moment but my orgasm subsided and I cried "One!"

He did my breasts differently. He stepped back so the ends just covered the bottom of my left breast then the top then the bottom again then the top and bottom then moved to my other side to make my right breast dance under his lash.

Then he moved back to my right side as I stared at my trembling, red, swollen boobs savoring the sensation until I moaned,"Nine." and the lash came across both nipples. I screamed "Yes!" to see it again bury itself in my boobs creating an unreal sting to my nipples that brought on another orgasm.

Again he let me settle down and when my orgasm subsided he said, "Are you ready for the thighs?"

I moaned, "OOh God. I guess so. But I don't want to count.I can't think. Just give me the rest at about the same speed. Don't stop until you are done."

"Even if you scream?"

"Yes. I should scream."

He did my thighs one at a time with the lash curling around to circle it moving closer and closer to my pussy as I watched and savored the sharper pain.

Then it was time to do my pussy and he gave it four lashes diagonally from the right side then from the left. By the seventh I was in orgasm and screaming but the last two delivered from behind with the end of the center thong ripping at my clit brought on an orgasm so strong I passed out."

I was evidentally totally exhausted because I did not wake up until the next morning.

I woke up dying of thirst. Joe asked me how I felt and when I said I was thirsty he said, "I am not surprised. Sweat and your pussy juice was running off you in streams. You were so wet you soaked the towel I used to dry you and so tired you slept through the time I was putting salve on you."

I must have really been out of it I didn't remember being dried or carried to bed.

He went into the kitchen and brought back a large glass of water and another with orange juice. I drank both of them thirstily. I felt hot and when I pulled off the comforter.I was amazed to see my body looked normal except for several small bruises where the tips had hit. The last time I saw myself in the mirror my whole front was cherry red, stinging and very hot but now there was no pain at all, even at the bruises. I began caressing the bruises puzzled by how all the terrible pain could be so completely gone.

Joe really felt bad about the bruises and began kissing them. By the time he got to my pussy I had become excited but it was obvious he was doing it as a duty because his dick was soft. I reached over to have him straddle my face and began licking and sucking his dick. We ended up in a great sixty-nine. My orgasms were building when his dick began jumping in my mouth. I choked on the load of cum he began shooting down my throat.

While we laid on the bed hugging each other he said, "I am sorry I bruised you. I guess we will not use that whip again."

I did not know what to say. That whip had brought on fantastic excitement and I wanted more but at the same time I wanted to keep the illusion that I had only done it to prove my love and not for my own excitement. I finally said, "At least not often. Let's just use it when you feel I deserve to be punished. I could never take it two nights in a row."

"God you are brave. I expected you to insist we throw it away. We might want to try different things. The guy at the sex shop said there was a leather shop in Monroe that had a huge selection of things for people that got off on pain. Would you like to go shopping tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes. We might find things that are just exciting with no terrible pain."

"Great. I am taking tomorrow off because I have another surprise for you. It will probably take most of the morning to set it up. I have something else too. Since you had a birthday spanking I bought you a birthday present."

He reached down to the floor by the bed and brought up a black velvet box. It contained a lovely gold bracelet. I felt guilty again. He had given me a lovely present after giving me an absolutely mindblowing orgasm. I told him he should give me a hand spanking for the birthday he missed.

To my surprise his spanking with his hand hurt a lot more than I expected but since the spanks were so close to my pussy it turned into pure excitement. When he finished the twenty-one I crawled onto his lap to straddle his dick. It was exciting but I was afraid he would cum before I did so I told him to spank my boobs.He used both hands to mash them together when he hit the outside or directly on the nipples to mash them. I went into orgasm long before he did and hugged him in delight when he collapsed back into the chair.

The poor man was exhausted but he had to go to work because he had an important appointment. I had become a little vain and really enjoyed being naked. I spent the rest of the day walking around naked and posing in front of the mirror or dancing to fast music so I could shake my boobs and buttocks.

He didn't get home till late. I met him at the door still naked to show that even the bruises had faded just in case he felt guilty and might not want to whip me anymore. He was relieved saying, "I am glad the bruises are nearly gone. I felt guilty for marking your lovely body."

I had made a simple dinner of fried rice and salad that would keep until he got home. When we had finished he said, "Should we look at your tape now or is it too soon after your ordeal?"

I had forgotten the tape! I was curious to see if it was obvious that I had been so excited by the whipping and told him that I thought it would be exciting even though it may cause bad memories.

He undressed then we sat on the couch to watch it while fondling each other.

Just as I had feared the tape made it obvious I was a more than willing partner. His dick was hard before the first lash. When the first lash hit my stomach I gasped remembering the pain and he reached for the remote control saying, "Is the memory too painful? Should I turn it off?"

"No! Let it run! I want to see if I was brave for you."

I had not realized that I had delayed so long between counts at first. That was good because it looked like I was working up the courage for the next and not just savoring the pain.

At the lash across my nipples I moaned as I screamed on the tape and he said, "Oh that must have been terrible. I won't hit you there again."

"No. It's alright. Please fuck me!"

He had me get on my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind so we could still see the tape.

It was obvious to both of us that the pain had turned to excitement when he began whipping my pussy and I started pumping my hips to meet the lash. at the last two my juices spattered as the thongs went into my pussy.

By then I was in multiple orgasms and he had managed to stay hard for more than one ejaculation.

When we recovered he said, "That was fantastically exciting. We can watch it for excitement rather than actually whipping you. I'll buy some more professional tapes."

"That may be a good idea. It may suggest other ways I can prove my love for you. I still want you to experience the real thing."

The next morning he got up and went to the garage. He wouldn't let me join him because it was to be a surprise. I was dying of curiosity listening to the noise of his hammer and drill but I stayed inside and dressed for our shopping tour. I decided to wear the silk mini-dress he said was very sexy. The reason it was so sexy was because any underwear made unsightly bulges and I left them off. Since it was white you could see the shadow of my nipples. Now that my pussy was bald there was no reason to wear the g-sting panties to keep the shadow of my pussy hair from showing.

He finished about noon and came in to get a beer and take me out to the garage.

He said, "Since you like to see yourself whipped I bought two more camcorders that I have set up at front and side so you would not miss a thing. I also put up some more pulleys and rope so you can be tied in different positions. Let's try it out."

"Do you want to whip me?"

"No. That will lead to sex and we don't have time now if we are going shopping. Just do a strip-tease."

He turned on some big flood lights that lit the garage like a stage.I couldn't do much of a tease since the only thing I had on was the dress so I teased by just sliding up the skirt and pulling the straps off my shoulders. I felt clumsy and couldn't really get into it until he said, "Come on Honey. Get sexy. Imagine there are hundreds of horny men watching you."

I have a vivid imagination and that helped especially when he whistled and applauded when I would flash my boobs or pussy. When the song was over he said, Let's see what we have.

He rewound the tapes and put them in the vcr to show on our big screen tv. I appeared almost life size and discovered that the silk dress was even sexier than I thought. With the bright lights it was almost transparent. I had to blush at the lewd way I flashed my pussy especially when the dress was off and I did a back-bend with legs wide-spread to open the lips enough so we could see inside. He loved it and I agreed that it would be great to be able to relive my whipping.

He said he would edit so both tapes would be on one finished tape. That turned out to be great. Although my ordeal had seemed to last for a long time I had been disappointed it was actually only about twenty minutes. By showing each lash from three different angles the tapes were much longer and made me look fantastically courageous.

I blushed again and asked him not to let anyone else see them. He promised he wouldn't then said it was time to go shopping.

On the way to the store I reflected on the fact that although my dance had been really sexy it had seemed to turn me on more than him. I became more convinced that if I wanted sex I would have to resign myself to pain as foreplay.

When we got to the store it was obvious that it was special. All the windows had been painted black and there was a big sign saying, "ADULTS ONLY."

When we went inside it was obvious this was not just a leather store. The whole thing was dedicated to people who were into pain. There were posters on the walls with girls tied in all kinds of uncomfortable positions either being whipped or covered with red stripes. Ropes and chains were on big spools and there was furniture I recognized from history books as stretching racks, stocks, big crucifixes, and an "X" shaped frame to hold someone tightly with arms and legs wide-spread.

On racks were hundred of books and photo magazines on sadism and masochism. A back room was filled with every kind of whip and paddle imaginable.

While we looked at everything overwhelmed the owner came up to ask if he could help.

Joe told him we were a little overwhelmed at all the choices.

He said, I may be able to help. Have you been into pain for long, and does the lady receive it?"

Joe said, "Actually we are just getting started but Rachel has been whipped with a bootlace whip and a leather thong whip. The leather thongs were a little too much. It left some bad bruises."

"No whip is too much but it takes experience to know how to use them and there are some whips for the people really into it that are meant to bruise and even cut. This whip for instance is called a bastinado. It is made of strips of sharp bamboo and even the smallest blow will cause razor cuts. It can be deadly in the wrong hands. Rather than have you waste money on things that may cause too much pain for the lady to convert into excitement I think I should demonstrate a few things that are popular with newcomers."

At that he went to the front door and adjusted a clock face on a closed sign. I noticed he gave himself an hour for the demonstration. Then he picked up an armload of various thing and led us to the back where he opened a thick door.

He said, "This used to be a walk in refrigerator. It is soundproof if she likes to scream."

I suddenly realized that I would be the subject of the demonstration. He confirmed this when he said, "What is most exciting for you? Being whipped on your front or on your butt?"

I blushed and said, "Both I guess. Maybe more on my front."

"Good. The "X" frame will be perfect for you. Take off your dress."

I whined, "Joe. I am not wearing underclothes. You aren't going to let him see me naked are you?"

"It is not our fault you didn't wear underclothes. You are beautiful naked I will be proud to have him see you and even more proud that you love me enough to prove your submissiveness to others."

He was right. After seeing how naked I looked in the dress I would have put on underclothes before going in public if I had any modesty. Even so I blushed like crazy as I slipped off my dress then stood there nervously with one arm over my boobs and my other hand hiding my pussy.

I needn't have bothered they led me over to the big "X" and my arms were lifted to wrist cuffs on the tops of the big timbers. there were pulleys at the top and my arms were pulled up tight to flatten my tummy then my legs were pulled apart to be locked to the bottom of the posts. Again my body betrayed me. I could feel coolness from the evaporation of juices in my now gaping pussy.

He said. "I will use the pussy whip on her first just to warm her up for the whips to follow."

I assumed Joe would do it. I thought it was bad enough to have him watch.

I whimpered, "Joe! You aren't going to let this strange man whip me are you?"

"Of course. He is the expert. You want me to do this properly don't you?"

I just sobbed knowing I had no choice.

He stopped to admire my stretched body then said, "You are a lucky man. She is beautiful."

I guess I am really vain. That made me feel good especially when Joe agreed.

He went on to say, "Once she is properly trained she will be even more desirable."

He bent over to pick up a whip off the floor saying, "This is a pussy whip. Even girls not really into pain get off on it."

He held up a smaller version of my lace whip. I moaned dreading the pain to come because I had always been really excited before my pussy was hit. I had to admit just the situation had me excited but I didn't think it would be enough.

I was wrong. He began lightly slapping my gaping pussy making it hit then slide on my clit until I was beginning to tremble and pant with excitement.

He seemed detached saying, "It is important to have her tied tightly so she can't move and spoil your aim. Notice that I am hitting much harder now but she is making no protest because the pain is nothing compared to the excitement. She is ready to go on to greater pain."

He picked up a whip that looked like a small snake. He hit me once across the lips of my pussy then across my breasts. It sunk in and I gasped at the new area of pain.

He said, "Notice how it sinks into her breasts It should never go completely out of sight. She will scream if it is too much but it is hard to tell pain screams from orgasm screams. When she goes into orgasm I will point out the signs but we don't want her to have them yet as we have more whips to try."

He hit me once more across both nipples then stopped and said, Notice that although her nipples are very sensitive the pop out stiff and ready for more."

He was making me crazy by the delay as he made comments. I was so excited I wanted them to continue faster and harder until my crashing orgasm. He let me calm down a little before picking up the next one saying. "This one has a fibreglas shaft with a leather thong on the end. It is versatile because of it's stiffness you can accurately hit a particular area like this"

He then made it whistle as he brought the small thong down on my right nipple. The pain was so great it took my breath away but when he hit the other one I screamed.

He said, "That was a scream of pain. It is all right to have a few like that."

He brought it between my legs to hit right on my nerve filled asshole. I screamed again thinking nothing could be worse but I was wrong because the next went between the lips of my pussy to hit right on my engorged clitoris. I screamed and bucked but he ignored me then said, It creates a new dimension of pain by using the shaft. Normally that is limited to the tough buttock area but for one we can do this."

He hit me between my navel and pussy across my body. I howled again sure that he had cut me from the searing pain.

Joe said excitedly, "Jesus that makes a horrible welt. It is dark red and already raising."

"Yes that is why it should only be used on the butt when they have done something to displease you."

I moaned, "Oh God. Please! No more terrible pain."

"I think she has earned an orgasm. I will use this whip for that just as a demonstration. If you have caused her too much pain to cum remember that the pussy whip will make her forget the suffering."

The whip he had now looked like a belt coming out of a wooden handle. He said, "Remember to always hit her with the flat side if you hit her with the edge it may cut her."

He started at my breasts and slowly worked down to my pussy with me accompanying the loud "Slap" with my gasps and squeals. He said "Rachel! Tell me when you want me to hit your pussy!"

My excitement kept building as he skipped over my pussy to set my inner thighs on fire. I was screaming but now with passion when I remembered what he had said and screamed, "My pussy. Hit my pussy I am cumming."

He hit it over and over while my orgasms grew until I fell silent and let my head drop in exhaustion.

They let me hang there panting and trembling while the man continued his lecture.

"She didn't need to tell us she was cumming. If you didn't notice look for these signs next time. Her stomach will tremble, she will sweat profusely. and her pussy will become red and engorged even without being hit."

"Now let's stop the pain." He left to come back with a damp towel. The coolness stopped the heat and pain instantly. By the time my breathing was back to normal all the pain was gone except the welt across my stomach from the fibreglas shaft.

I said weakly, "Please let me down. I am exhausted."

"Not quite yet. Joe have you taught her to be obedient?"

"I haven't had to. She has always done what I asked."

"Yes but she may have wanted it. It is important to have her obey to do something abhorrent to her. I noticed she objected to your order to undress in front of me. A true slave will object to nothing. To obey she must believe the alternative would be terrible. I will demonstrate. Rachel! Raise your head and look at me."

I weakly lifted my head to look into his cold eyes.

"You are no longer excited and any more blows will hurt you badly.I have one more thing to demonstrate. I will just hit you three times. That is alright with you isn't it?"

I cried, "Please. No more. I can't take anymore."

"That is the wrong answer. If you give another wrong answer I will have to give you several lashes on your breasts with the fiberglass shaft that left the welt on your stomach I am sure you can still feel. Now what do you say?"

"Oh God! Please hit me three more times."

He turned from me to speak to Joe. I will now test her obedience with this item you should have. It is just a thick leather paddle but you will notice it has holes drilled in it to both cut air resistance and to leave painful round hickies on the skin."

He turned to me and said, "I am going to hit you on the front of your thighs which is not particularly sensitive. When you have braced for it just say "Now." You have thirty seconds."

He began to count slowly. When he got to fifteen I said "Now!" Grateful he had not picked my inner thighs or worse, my pussy."

It hurt awful. I screamed "Oww! That hurts terribly."

"Yes. Now that you know how it feels I want you to say, 'Please hit my left breast.' You have thirty seconds. I let twenty go by before I realized as bad as the paddle was the shaft would be worse. I sobbed and said plaintively, "Please hit my left breast."

It was even worse than my thigh. I screamed then looked down to see my breast was very red with purple dots where the holes had let the skin pop though.

He let me cry for awhile then said, "Let me know when you want me to hit your right breast."

It took all my nerve but at least this was the last. Before he started counting I raised my head defiantly and said, "Please hit my right breast. You bastard."

It was just as bad or worse than my left. I hung there sobbing for several minutes before I stopped and they let me down to rest in a big chair in the corner while I tried to soothe my throbbing and aching breasts by caressing them gently. Both nipples had hickeys on them and were standing out like little hardons.

The man put the whips in a sack then they went out of sight. when they came back the man was carrying another sack.

They came back in my room and I got up to put on my dress assuming we were leaving but Joe told me to sit back down.

The man said, "Joe told me that you were unable or unwilling to get his dick down your throat for a really good blow-job and that you had refused anal sex. We have decided to help you overcome your objections."

I said, "I can't get his dick down my throat. It makes me gag and anal sex seems disgusting."

"You will love anal sex once you have tried it and I have a skinny dick to get you used to swallowing it. Now get on your hands and knees. I had learned not to object as I watched them undress although I was hurt that Joe would let this man use me.

When the man was naked I saw that his dick was skinnier than Joe but it made up for it in length. It had to be over eight inches long. He walked out then returned carrying four of the little pussy whips. Even though the one used on me just brought on excitement I cringed at the idea of even more whipping.

I whined, "Please don't whip me anymore. My boobies and pussy are still throbbing with pain."

"Trust me. You will love this."

He handed Joe a tube of lubricating jelly he began to spread on his dick. Just the thought of what they were going to do had excited them. I stared at their hard dicks with a combination of dread and excitement.

Joe knelt behind me and I felt the head of his dick pressing on my tiny puckered anus still sensitive from the whip that had wrenched it out of shape. He slapped my ass really hard and told me to relax my ass muscles. I did and felt this stretching sensation as the head burrowed into my tiny hole. It really stretched and there was some pain as his dick was bigger than any turd I had ever expelled and it was going the wrong way. The front of his body came up against my ass just as the man bent down his spring hard dick to push it into my mouth.

He grabbed a handful of my hair to pull my head forward but when the head hit my throat I gagged so he told Joe to get into rhythm with him so they were both pushing at the same time. Suddenly I felt blinding pain on both breasts as he used both hands to bring the ends of the lash onto my nipples. I screamed around his dick and he said, "Your tit-whipping will stop when your nose is buried in my pubic hair."

Then my pussy exploded as Joe brought the ends of his whip into it. At each thrust the whips hit my breasts and pussy until my body was overloaded with sensations. I happened to swallow just as the man pushed his dick in my mouth and found that was the secret as his dick slid down my throat until my nose hit his body. Now I could concentrate on all the sensations and rapidly went into orgasms. The man lied about stopping my tit-whipping when I could take his dick down my throat but I didn't care I was loving the extra sensations of pain.

The man came first but he left his slowly softening dick in my mouth until Joe dropped his whips to grasp my waist to push as much of his dick into me as possible while cumming.

We just kind of fell to the floor in a heap to get our breath. When we had calmed the man said we were really sweaty and took us to a big shower. We washed each other and it felt wonderful to have their soapy hands running over my body.

When we left I had never felt so alive. I could feel every caress of the silk dress as I moved and even the slight breeze going up my dress to my still throbbing pussy. I couldn't resist caressing myself on the way home in spite of the fact other cars could have seen me.

Joe grinned at me and said, "I am glad to see you are still turned on. Some of the things he did to you seemed to cause a lot of pain. Are you mad at me for putting you through all that."

"No. It is alright. My orgasms made up for it but please don't use the fiberglass whip unless you get mad at me. It hurts terribly. I am surprised at you and a little hurt that you would share me with another man."

"The key thing there is that I chose to share you. If I should ever catch you with anyone else without my permission I will kill both of you. I love you very much and will only share you when I am sure we will both enjoy it."

"I admit I enjoyed most of it. There were a lot of firsts. I have never stripped in front of a strange man before or had sex with two men and I have never felt as helpless as I did on that "X" frame. I could not move at all to avoid anything."

"Yes I liked seeing you on it. I ordered one for you. It will be delivered sometime next week."

We agreed that I had received enough pain for one day so we spent the rest of the evening just licking and caressing each other and making slow gentle love. It was very nice but it lacked the fantastic excitement of being whipped. In order to cum I had to fantasize about being hung from the ceiling in my high school gym while the whole football team took turns whipping me while the girls and teachers cheered them on.

While he was sleeping I dwelled on my fantasy while I pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit when a memory came out of nowhere that I must have blocked out for years. I lied about never stripping in front of a strange man before.

I remembered that I was eleven years old because my folks were still giving me birthday spankings and my birthday had been the day before. I had received my first good jewelry and was showing my necklace and matching bracelet to the other girls in class. I had been warned to keep quiet by the teacher and when I kept talking he sent me to the principal. A lot of the girls including me had a crush on the principal because he looked like Clint Eastwood and we had seen his heroic movies.

He said that I had a choice of five days detention for an hour or a spanking. it seemed better to get it over with quickly so I chose the spanking. Then I had another choice to make. he handed me a heavy wooden paddle and a leather strap and told me to choose the one I wanted used on me.

The paddle was very heavy and I was sure it would bruise me so I chose the strap.

He said that it might not be appropriate because it was too light to be used on top of clothing. If I was wearing a skirt it could just be lifted but since I was wearing a jumpsuit it would have to be taken off and that might offend my modesty.

Perversely that appealed to me. Although I was not wearing a bra yet my boobs were big enough for one and I was very proud of them. This would give me a chance to show them off to someone I admired. I told him I would take off my jumpsuit. I really enjoyed the way he admired my boobs which were bigger than any of the other girls . I remembered he said it had to be on bare skin so I slipped off my cotton panties to stand in front of him excitedly totally naked.

He gulped and stared at my nearly hairless pussy then said "I could have just hit your thighs or back but since they are off you may as well leave them off since you obviously expected to be hit on your buttocks."

I started to bend over his desk but he evidentally did not want to ruin his view because he told me to stand up and hold on to the bars on his chandelier. I really had to stretch to reach it and was rewarded by his saying that my body was beautiful.

I expected him to go behind me for my spanking but he stayed there and told me to try not to yell as it would upset the office staff. I clenched my teeth so I wouldn't yell then facing me he brought the strap around the side of my hip to let the ends hit my butt. To my surprise it did not hurt too badly and it only made a small "Slap" when it hit. I realized that no-one outside with all the office noise would know I was being spanked as long as I didn't yell. I didn't need to yell it was mostly exciting and I just made little gasps as lash after lash slapped against my butt. My clitoris began to tingle as it did when I played with myself and I began taking deep breaths as the excitement grew. He stepped closer to me and now the strap came all the way around me to let the end snap into my pubic hair. This really accelerated the excitement and when the end came around lower the next time I opened my legs to let it get between my legs. This really encouraged him. he sent one more that hit right on the lips of my pussy and when I just moaned, "Yes," he stopped all pretense of strapping my butt and began bringing the strap up from the floor directly on my pussy. My only reaction was to moan and open my legs wider as I went into an orgasm much stronger than I had reached by playing with myself. I let go of the bars to squeeze my breasts which evidentally let him know I had cum. He stopped and I suddenly felt guilty and ashamed of my reaction. I hurried into my jumpsuit jamming my panties in my pocket. Fortunately school was out by then so I could go directly home. My girlfriends walked with me curious about what had happened. I knew if I told them I was spanked They would want all the details so I lied and said he just bawled me out. Mary said I was really lucky because he had paddled her. June agreed and said she was lucky Mary had been paddled and had warned her to choose the strap even though it was embarrassing to have to pull up her skirt. Both thought it had been a horrible experience which made me feel even guiltier for enjoying it. I guess that is why I blotted it from my memory but now it made me feel good to know I had always been excited by pain. I felt guilt free thinking it was just something in my genes that I had no control over.

My body had now healed completely except for a thin purple line across my lower stomach. I was looking forward to seeing Joe and wondering if I would ever be able to work up enough nerve to ask him to use the fibreglas whip on me.

I was not to find out that night. He had a surprise for me. He had brought home a dress they had used in an ad for perfume and wanted me to wear it to a party he was throwing for his clients. Normally I hated to be around the beautiful models but now that I was sure that I was unique and that Joe could not replace me I looked forward to it.

The dress was very sexy. It was made of a white silky material. The top was just two pieces of cloth that went around my neck then down to a very low cut waistband. The top only covered the center sections of my large breasts leaving the inner and outer portions bare. The skirt was two other pieces of cloth that went to my ankles but open at the sides. When I walked in it you could see my legs up to my waist. Only my pussy and the center of my butt was hidden. It would be exciting to wear it but I did not want to look like a slut.

"Joe, I am awfully bare. Do you think I will look slutty wearing this in public?"

"Hardly. You won't see sluts in two thousand dollar dresses that are in fashion magazines. I want you to wear it. Are you objecting?"

"Oh no Joe. It is lovely. I was just afraid I may embarrass you."

"You would not embarrass me if you were naked. You have a lovely body and I am proud to own it."

I felt proud that he felt that way and by saying he owned me I felt more like a slave that could do anything my master ordered with no guilt because I had no choice. That was not true of course. I was not a prisoner and could leave at any time but that thought never entered my mind.

He had rented a suite on top of a hotel for the party. We arrived early to make sure room service had brought the snacks and had completely stocked the bar. We began greeting guests a little later. There were six beautiful girls with their boy friends or ad agency men. I was relieved to see the girls were wearing sexy clothes too. A couple of them were wearing transparent blouses that were so sheer they might as well have been topless.

The party started with just small talk and drinking but as time went on people began snorting cocaine and dancing. Later one girl broke away from the boyfriend and began dancing solo to the heavy beat. It was real sexy and it seemed natural for her to begin taking off her clothes as we gathered around her in a circle to cheer her on. When she was naked she moved sinuously feeling her body with her hands. Everybody stared at her excitedly and applauded like crazy when the song ended. I expected her to put her clothes back on but she just giggled at the attention and pulled her boyfriend over to a couch to hug him to her naked body.

As soon as the next song started another girl began a striptease. This kept on until I suddenly realized that I was the only girl with clothes on. Actually a lot of men had gotten naked too and were hugging girls and a few were fucking.

Joe said softly in my ear, "It is your turn baby."

I felt intimidated by the beauty and grace of the other girls and replied, "Oh no Joe. I couldn't. They have had dance training, I would look like a klutz."

He didn't argue he just said loudly over the music, "Rachel has refused to dance for us. I think she deserves a spanking don't you?"

The girls laughed and cheered then began chanting, "Do it, do it, do it. Then one of the men yelled, "She is cheating all of us we should all get to spank her."

The girls began chanting "Yes. Yes Yes!"

God. I had been embarrassed at the thought of being naked in front of these strangers now they would be spanking me.

Joe told me to take off my dress and when I was naked he had me bend over the back of a couch. The first girl to strip yelled, "No. Lets do this right. She grabbed her purse and pulled out some panty hose then she moved a chair under the chandelier and put the crotch over the bars. She came over to me and brought me over to the chair and told me to stand on it then brought over another chair to wrap the legs around my wrists and tie them. When she told me to step off the chair the legs only stretched enough to let my toes reach the floor. She moved the chairs out of the way then came back to hug me mashing our breasts together and said, "God this must be exciting for you. It would me. I am dripping just anticipating what will happen to you."

She was right. I had already convinced myself I had no choice to relieve my guilt and was beginning to breathe hard from the excitement when Joe said. "Five apiece seems fair. Is that the way you want to be for them?"

I sobbed realizing my legs were pressed together. It took all my will-power to open them to allow my pussy to be a target. a consolation was that one of the girls said, "Jesus. We will be able to hit her pussy! I can't even imagine being that brave." Others agreed as there were cheers and applause that made me proud.

I had counted the people coming in. seventeen people would be hitting me eighty-five times. I was sure I had never been hit that many times before. I hoped I would not cheat anyone by passing out before they all had their turn. I was relieved he did not tie my legs open so I could close them if my pussy got too sore.

One of the men yelled, "I'll contribute the belt!" and whipped it out of his pants. Joe took it and said, "I will warm her up for you."

Now I was the girl with a circle of cheering people around me. I was excited to be the center of attention and made up my mind to be brave and not scream.

Without warning the belt hit my butt and I yelped from the pain and surprise. then he hit my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, and finally my crotch which made me squeal to demonstrate to them they were not limited to hitting my butt. One of the men exclaimed, "God! That made her pussy squirm!"

He handed the belt to the man next to him. He must have been afraid of hurting me badly because he hit me all five times just on my butt. Even though it didn't hurt much just being naked and helpless in front of so many people either wincing or cheering each lash made me terribly excited.

He handed the belt to the first stripper who hit my breasts individually first at the cleavage to wrench them toward my armpits then on the outside to make them slap together. They were burning and throbbing when she finished with one to my pussy that made me scream.

She handed the belt to the man next to her who hit the front of my thighs and my lower stomach which only increased my excitement.

I was shocked to discover that the girls were meaner than the men. You would think they could empathize with me but they concentrated on my most sensitive places and it was one of them who decided to have the men who had already lashed me hold my legs apart so wide I was doing the splits so they could hit my asshole and bury the belt into my gaping pussy. I would go from orgasms to so much pain the excitement would leave to be replaced by agony only to have the excitement come back with the next whipper for another orgasm until sweat was running off my body and the belt had become soaked by my pussy juice.

My hope to be able to close my legs was gone and with my legs so wide even the kinder ones could not resist hitting my pussy at least twice.

By the time the belt had got back to Joe people had become overcome by the excitement and the place was in the midst of a full scale orgy. Joe could hardly wait to get me down to put me on my knees to drive his dick into my asshole while his hands pulled and twisted on my breasts and pussy. I was able to cum again! When he fell back I slumped to the floor totally exhausted.

I must have gone to sleep for a little while. When I woke up three of the girls were kneeling beside me gently tracing the weals on my body with their fingers. The girl that had told the men to hold my legs in a split and whipped my pussy so hard was looking at me in total awe and talking to the other girls.

"God she is brave! I know other girls that are into S&M but Rachel is awesome. I could not believe she went through this whole thing without screaming."

She realized I was awake when I murmured, "Thank you." and said, We are going to reward you for putting on a show that got my boyfriend so hard."

Two of them began sucking and kissing my nipples just as I felt this wonderful soft tongue fluttering against my abused throbbing pussy. I looked around frantically to see if Joe would object. When I saw him in the circle of people starting to gather around me he was smiling. Although I had always been told lesbianism was a great sin I relaxed thinking he approved and I should not object.

It was a perfect cure for my residual pain. It felt wonderful and I gave in to the feeling as new tongues entered my pussy to bring on a sweet glorious orgasm.

That evidentally capped the party because the people began to dress and leave. Joe helped me on with my dress while kissing me and raving on about how proud he was of me.

On the way home I began feeling guilty again. I said, "Joe. I feel ashamed. Those people will talk about me and everyone will know what a slut I have become. I am sorry the girls excited me. Do you hate me for enjoying girls making love to me?"

"Of course not. I think it was nice that you could be rewarded after the ordeal you accepted so bravely. As far as people knowing about you is concerned I hope the whole world knows how lucky I am to have such a sensuous woman. You aren't a slut! You are an incredibly sexy girl who just wants to please me."

"Oh thank you! I do want to please you. I'll do anything for you." I admitted to myself that pleasing him was also giving me excitement beyond my wildest dreams.

That night I had a strange dream. I woke up knowing it was not a dream at all but another of my hidden memories.

I was about six when I was awakened by giggling and laughing coming from the living room. I peeked out my door and saw my folks naked on the living room floor, wrestling with each other. I had never seen naked adults before and was fascinated by my mom's big boobs rolling around on her chest. Suddenly she pushed Dad over on his back and I saw my first penis standing up proudly. She put it in her mouth and Dad got this look of pure bliss on his face then grimaced and said, "You bit me you little bitch. You'll pay for that!"

He pulled her over his legs while she giggled then began spanking her. He was really hitting hard. His hand was making loud "Spats!" and her skin was getting really red. Suddenly she rolled over and I thought it was over but he began spanking her pussy. I thought that would really hurt but she just moaned and gasped without making any effort to get away. after about a dozen slaps he lifted her up and slid his dick in her pussy while she straddled him. When they finally collapsed hugging each other I went back to bed feeling an itch in my pussy I rubbed until I felt a great sense of relief.

They never did it in the house again but one night I heard the door slam and looked out the window to see them in the moonlight walking out to our barn. I ran out to peek through a knothole in the wall. He was in the process of tieing her wrists to a rope hanging from the ceiling then he went over to a bench to pick up a small rubber hose. He said, "When I am done you will look like a tiger. Let me know when you are ready. She moaned, "Oh God! I was ready on the way out here. Do it! Do it hard!"

He began beating her with it leaving long red welts and I saw what he meant about her looking like a tiger as red stripes began covering her whole torso. It looked terrible but she was making no effort to dodge away even though she was screaming through her nose with her teeth clenched tightly. It frightened me and I ran back to the house explaining why I had repressed the memory all those years. Now that I remembered I felt even better about myself. I had inherited the enjoyment of pain from her and possibly there were generations of women in our family that got off on pain.

After the party my life changed a lot. Since he had received so many compliments on my beauty he bought me a lot of very sexy clothes that either bared most of my body or were transparent with only tiny g-string panties and bras that only covered my nipples to keep me from being naked. Some women who saw me on the street or restaurants would sneer at me but I ignored them thinking that they were just jealous. He even began taking me to his office delighting in introducing me to his men clients to enjoy their admiration of me. I am afraid that made me even more vain and on those days he left me home I spent the time exercising naked to make my body even more slim and fit.

Another change as a result of the party was not as pleasant although very exciting. The girls at the party had been very mean. They hit me harder on my pussy and breasts than he ever had and since I had not screamed loudly he decided I was capable of withstanding greater amounts of pain.

He decided to test his theory a few days after the party when all the marks from my whipping were nearly gone. He led me naked out to the garage but when I held out my wrists for the cuffs he said he had a new way of restraining me that the man at the leather store had suggested.

He had me spread my legs then manacled my ankles to a board running between my feet to hold them open Then he went to the sack and got a harness arrangement to go around my neck to buckle my wrists behind my back. It put my wrists between my shoulder blades causing my boobs to thrust out. It was uncomfortable but it was going to be much more so.

He went back to the sack and brought back four spring clamps with teeth like little alligators with nylon strings tied to them.

He clamped one to each of my pussy lips then tied them to the wall to open my pussy so wide it looked like an "O". I began to whimper because they really bit me but it was even worse when he put them on my nipples and lifted my breasts to a hook in the ceiling. The only way I could minimize the pain was by standing perfectly still. My slightest movement caused a sharp bite to my pussy or nipples.

If that was not bad enough he took out the fibreglas whip. It was awful! He hit hard on just my breasts at the nipples to cause terrible bites and directly on my clit to make me jerk back to have them bite my pussy-lips. After several of those he used the stiff slender part to whip my ass which I swore was cutting my skin and caused me to jerk to have both my nipples and pussy to be bitten. I screamed until I was hoarse then cried so hard my poor tortured tits became wet. There was no way I could overcome this much pain and Joe stopped.

He said, "This is too much isn't it?"

I was crying too much to answer so just nodded my head until I could choke out, "I can't stand it. You can do anything else!"

He took off the clamps but it still hurt while he unbuckled my ankles. He left my wrists manacled as he said. "Now I know what is too much for you to stand but I wonder if you could take ten more with a different whip. Show me how brave you are. Choose the most painful whip you think you can stand for ten more. Make sure you can take it because I am going to stand in one spot and you will have to step up to me for each lash and tell me where you want to be hit. If you step back and lack the courage to step forward for another I will put the clamps back on you and give you ten with the fibreglas."

I was really grateful that he recognized the fact he had surpassed my limit. I looked at my ass in the mirror expecting to see blood running from the cuts from that whip and was amazed to just see purple welts. I could feel every welt stinging and was really tempted to choose the pussy whip but since it would only be ten I decided to try to be brave enough for the next to worse whip to prove my courage. I was sure the threat of ten with the terrible whip would force me to be brave.

I said, "I want to prove that I am brave and that fibreglas whip is too much for anyone. I will take the snake whip which is nearly as bad."

"God you are brave. Where do you want them? On your butt?"

I was grateful to know he would accept that comparatively easy area but I was determined to prove my courage.

"No. Give me three on my breasts, four on my inner thighs. and the last three on my pussy."

"Fantastic. Move closer to me and bend over with your head tilted back."

I realized he planned to hit the tops of my breasts and was grateful since the nipples were still hurting terribly.

I moved over to him and took a deep breath and held it as I brought my head back out of the way.

When it hit the pain was so bad my breath came out in a whoosh and it was all I could do to stay in position for the next two.

He let me stand straight and catch my breath before telling me to face him and spread my legs. I felt proud that I was able to overcome all my instincts and defiantly spread my legs far enough to feel a pull on the inner muscles.

Perversely I felt excitement growing and was sure my pussy was wet.

He hit me slowly barely below my pussy so I had time to savor the pain until the fourth nearly brought me to orgasm.

He said, "It is time for your pussy."

I just moaned, "Yes. Pussy"

He hit the right lip with the tip going into the crack of my ass. Again he let me savor it and I began to tremble as my first orgasm hit. Then he hit the left lip and my body shook violently as the shock of the orgasm hit.

The last one went right in the center causing my clitoris and asshole to explode at once. all my strength went away under the onslaught of the orgasm that followed and I sunk to my knees with sweat pouring off me sorry that my hands were tied so I could not keep the orgasms going with my fingers. I don't know if he sensed what I needed or not but he pushed me over on my back and began fluttering his tongue on my clitoris while his thumb went into my pussy and his finger slid into my asshole. It felt awesome. I lifted my ass to move my pussy against his tongue and almost choked myself pulling on my manacles while a whole different kind of orgasms pulsed through my body.

I was finally exhausted and fell back to the floor signalling him that I was through. He rolled me over on my stomach, with the cool concrete soothing my welts, to release my wrists and take off the neck collar.

He began kissing my back going down to kiss my butt and run his tongue in the crack with momentary stops to say he loved me and that I was breathtaking and awesome.

Then he carried me into the house saying he had bought some salve to cut my pain. I was not sure I wanted it. I was still having little after shocks of orgasms.

He laid me on my back and caressed the salve on my welts. Then he said I am amazed you prefer the snake whip. The tip cut your skin before I realized it and hit lighter. The fibreglas didn't cut you."

"No but it felt like it did for the whole length. The snake whip only hurts terribly at the tip. Please promise you won't hit my nipples or clitoris with the tip. I am sure they would be torn. If you want to just punish the nipples or clitoris you can use the tip of the fibreglas. It is wide enough to just hurt."

I am surprised you can even think about that but the man said the more you were punished the more you would be able to stand. It must be true. I am sure you could not have taken the snake whip untied a few weeks ago."

"Yes I think it was the party that did it. At first it was terrible but as it went on I could block the pain and turn it to excitement. Endomorphins must arise kind of like the high you get from running just as you think you can't take another step."

It suddenly occurred to me that he was being cheated. I had fantastic orgasms while he must be aching from the need to cum. I rolled over and unzipped his pants to take out his hard dick. It seemed deliciously depraved to be sucking his dick while he was fully clothed. He added to my feeling by talking all the way to orgasm saying, "That's right bitch. Lick the head. Now take it all down your throat you cunt."

Rather than being offended I just felt that being a bitch or cunt was appropriate for my slave status. My only self respect remained in my beauty and courage. In any other way I felt worthless and fully dependent on him. Just as I was confident that no other girl would suffer for him as I would I also realized that any other man would seem like a wimp next to him and that I could never have a so-called "Normal" relationship.

For the next few days I was left home to heal since my welts could be seen through my sexy clothes and he did not want me covered. I loved looking at the welts and cuts that proved my courage and stayed naked so I could look at myself in mirrors. Just looking at them excited him too so we had sex every night but there was no way I could get a great orgasm with normal sex alone. Before I was healed he had to go on a business trip. I was disappointed I could not go with him but he reminded me that we would not be able to have satisfactory sex in hotel rooms.

In a few days I was desperate to have an orgasm.

The next day I heard a truck coming up our driveway. Naturally I was naked so I just threw on a robe to see who it was. There were two muscular men. The driver said he was there to install the device Joe had bought at the leather store.

I watched in curiosity and excitement as they bolted the "X" frame together and imagined myself being whipped on it.

The driver must have sensed my excitement when they had it standing because he said, "This is meant to be custom fitted. Can we attach you to it so we can see how wide the legs should be?"

That seemed reasonable although it was a little embarrassing that they knew it was meant for me.

I went over to it while the bottom legs were fairly close together and let them put on the manacles to hold me to the frame.

When I was securely manacled he said, "Let me know when it feels right."

They began pulling the base timbers apart to spread my legs. I knew that this was causing the front of my robe to open exposing my legs but by then I was too excited to care. When I felt the muscles in my inner thighs get taut I panted excitedly, "That feels far enough."

To my surprise and excitement he felt my inner thighs then said, "Yes they are nice and hard. Let's check your stomach."

He opened my robe! I was suddenly naked and he was feeling my stomach. I know I should have protested but I just moaned. He grinned at me and said, "Your tummy should be tighter. Ed, tighten the ropes to her arms."

I knew now that all this was unnecessary. Joe could have made the adjustments himself but I was much too excited to care.

Ed tightened the ropes till my stomach was tight then the driver said, "I think that is about right. Ed. Check it out."

Ed walked to my front and felt my stomach then slapped it with his palm. I yelped and felt my clit twinge. Then he grabbed my breasts and pulled and twisted them finishing with hard pinches to my nipples. I began to pant with excitement.

He said, Her Tits could be a little tighter then went behind me to tighten my arms more until my tummy went concave and my breasts raised and flattened.

I was now in pain and began to tremble. The driver said, "Are you in pain?"

I moaned, "Oh yes. I feel like I am being pulled apart."

"Good, Mike said you enjoyed pain."

I gasped, "Who is Mike?"

He seemed surprised. "You don't know who Mike is? He is the man that whipped you at the store. Can you move?"

"Oh no. I am stretched too tight."

"I think we will test that."

He went over to their tool box and pulled out two thong whips like the one I had made for Joe. I knew what they were going to do and began moaning "No, please no," but I did not really mean it and they seemed to know it."

They tucked the ends of my robe behind me then Ed started whipping my right thigh while the driver started on my breasts. Ed worked his way up while the driver went down passing each other at my navel. They knew exactly how to do it. They watched my reactions starting easy then increasing the strength and cadence of my lashes as my excitement grew until there seemed to be a constant slapping sound and pain. When I went into orgasm Ed moved in front of me to uppercut my open pussy several times while the driver viciously pinched my nipples.

Finally my head dropped to my chest and they stopped.

They watched me avidly as my body pulsated with the aftershocks then Ed said, "I have seen women get off on pain but she is the greatest. Look! There is pussy juice running down her thighs."

"Yeah. That is nice for her but I need to get off. My dick is so hard it is hurting me. Lady! If we let you off that thing will you suck our dicks so we can get off too?"

It was strange. It didn't seem like cheating on Joe for them to whip me but sex would definitively be cheating. I moaned, "No I couldn't. I am true to Joe."

The driver said I think "I can change your mind."

He went back to his toolbox and brought back a fibreglas whip. I began to scream knowing that would make me suffer with no hope of release by orgasm.

He began using the tip to whip my nipples up,down and sideways very hard. The pain was horrendous but I kept screaming "No! I won't do it! You can't make me!"

He hit me over and over until finally the nerves in my nipples became numb and I just felt them being pulled on my tits. He stopped and said, "Jesus she is tough! My arm is tired."

Ed said, "Obviously her nipples are not sensitive enough. Hold the lips of her pussy apart."

I recovered from my grogginess to begin screaming, "No! You wouldn't! You couldn't! No-one is that cruel."

The driver just laughed and said, "That got her attention. We have just the thing to hold that sweet cunt open."

He went back to his box to return carrying four of the familiar alligator clamps with cords. I stared at them moaning "No! Please! God no!"

They ignored me and I felt bites as they put them on my pussy lips then brought the cords behind me to pull my lips open till they were tight against my thighs. I sobbed not only from the pain but in the knowledge that my clit was totally exposed and would soon explode in pain. As a final straw the driver put two more clamps on my nipples which unfortunately had come alive and were very sore. I gasped as he went behind me to pull on them so hard my nipples were nearly in my armpits.

Ed said, "Watch this."

He was talking to the driver but I looked down between my open breasts to see him pull back the tip with one hand while he held the handle with the other until it was bent in a "U" shape.

He let it go! The tip was just a blur then there was indescribable pain. I screamed and then looked down to see him slowly pulling it back again while I moaned, "Nooo."

My clit exploded again and the pain radiated throughout my body. This one was even worse than the first. By the fifth I knew my clit would not get numb like my nipples. It seemed to get even more sensitive and I was hoarse from screaming. I couldn't take it anymore in spite of my resolve. As he started pulling it back again I said hoarsely, "No. Don't hit it again. I'll do it."

"What will you do?"

I gulped then said, "I'll suck your dicks."

They let me loose and I gently caressed my sore nipples and clit while they undressed then the driver came over to me and said, "Kneel bitch. You had better get all of it in your throat!"

I began to try to stuff his big prick in my throat. Ed said, "I am not going to wait for you to get off. Sit down and take her with you."

He sat on the floor and I managed to get his dick into my throat just as my hips were grabbed and another dick plunged into my pussy. It was huge! even entering from the rear it was big enough to rub on my sensitive clit. They both began pulling on my breasts and pinching my nipples. When Ed began pinching my clit I came and kept cummimg while they flooded my mouth and cunt.

I guess they decided I had enough because they dressed and left leaving me to catch my breath on the floor.

I felt just awful. It had been my fault That I received so much pain. I should have known they could not resist whipping me after I had cooperated in my bondage. Even though the pain had been unreal the most terrible thing was cumming when they fucked me. I felt like I had deliberately betrayed Joe.

I didn't know what to do. I felt like I should confess to him but he said he would kill me if I fucked anyone without his permission. I went through all kinds of schemes even considering calling the police and charging them with rape but I could never explain why I allowed them to manacle me to the frame and would have to admit I was nearly naked watching them work.

When I heard his car coming up the driveway I decided that if he wanted to kill me I deserved it. All the pain was gone and I began to think I had exaggerated the pain to allow me to have sex with them. When he came though the door I fell to my knees and hugged his legs to sob out what had happened.

He pulled me to my feet to hug me and say, "I know exactly what happened. I thought you might not wait for me to get home to whip you on the frame so I asked Mike to see if you would volunteer to be whipped. I don't know for sure whether you were dumb enough to believe their story about needing to adjust the frame to you but in your favor you were wearing your robe when you agreed and they said you were tortured more than anyone they had encountered before you agreed to have sex with them. The other thing in your favor is that they said you never had an orgasm since the pain was too much."

I was saved by the fact that they could not tell the difference between my orgasms and great pain. I was quick to agree.

"There was no way. They hit my poor clit over and over with that awful fibreglas whip."

"It was only five times and those with the leather tip but Mike said even his wife who is incredibly tough has never been able to take more than four."

I suddenly felt proud. Joe knew I had suffered more than anyone before agreeing to my "Rape."

He asked me how I felt and I told him my pussy was still bruised and sore but the rest of me was fine if he wanted to whip me.

I do want to see you on that frame but only to give you the orgasm you did not get from them. You may choose your whip."

When I was manacled to it he asked me if I was alright. I decided I should suffer more for him and said, "They tied me tighter. It might be better for you if my skin is real tight."

He pulled my arms up until I could feel my joints begin to separate and my tummy went flat.

I whimpered to let him know that was enough and he told me to choose my whip.

I was tempted to choose the little pussy whip or the bootlace whip knowing they would provide enough pain to bring on my orgasm without leaving lasting pain but I did not want him to think I had lost my courage because of the men.

"Use the thong whip to redden me from my breasts to my knees then finish with five to my pussy."

"I thought you said your pussy was very sore."

"It is! That is why you must make me very excited before hitting it."

He did it perfectly. Hitting easy at first to the area just above my pussy to my breasts, then a little harder to cover my breasts, Then harder right to the tops and inner thighs until I was cumming and screamed "My Pussy! Now!"

Orgasms began crashing through my body causing me to scream and toss my head. When the last lash buried itself in my slit he dropped to his knees and began licking my inflamed clit while he ripped off his clothes then he raised up to bury his dick that felt twice its normal size to continue my orgasms.

At the end I was proud that I had given him a climax so strong he had to sit on the concrete floor looking dazed for a few moments before he could get up to release me.

Later that night he made gentle love to me. He came but I was only able to get excited by imagining myself on the frame watching Ed slowly pulling back the tip of that terrible whip.

The thong whip had just reddened me without bruises so my body looked perfect the next morning.

He had me turn slowly in front of him then said I had a little stubble on my pussy he needed to shave off because he had a very special client he wanted to impress.

It always excited me to have him shave me not only from having my pussy pulled and pinched to get every hair but also from the fear of being cut by the razor. My body was trembling when he said that he had a very special costume. He gave me a box that contained two gold coins and a two inch by eight inch piece of gold lame cloth with a nylon thread threaded through a hem. I guessed it would be a loincloth to hide my slit and turned the coins over to see if they had glue or something to hold them to my nipples. The backs had large gold safety pins. He confirmed my fear by saying, "Your nipples will have to be pierced to hold them. Will you need to be tied for it?"

I would have preferred it but I wanted to be brave so I just shook my head.

He had me kneel in front of him and hold up my breasts tightly with my hands. Then he took two large needles out of the box that had held the costume. He pulled out one nipple at a time with his left hand so he could slowly push the needles through my nipples. I gasped and clenched my teeth against the pain and squeezed my breasts so hard they were throbbing to suppress my screams. At least when my ears were pierced it was done quickly.

He said, I am proud of you for taking that quietly. When the bleeding stops we will put on the coins."

I have small pink nipples but they were still barely covered by the coins and the loincloth only covered the center of my pussy.

I said, "I can't wear this in public. I will be arrested."

I know that. "You can wear your fur jacket over it."

That still barely covered my ass and I was constantly aware how naked I was on the way to his office by the sensuous feel of the leather seat on my bare ass.

He took me to lunch before we went to the office. He ordered for both of us. I couldn't without a quavering voice because while the waiter wrote down the order his fingers were in my pussy twiddling my clit. Lunch arrived quickly or I am sure people might have thought I had a seizure when I came.

Coming so close to orgasm with the excitement of being fingered in the crowded restaurant kept me excited until I was in his office. I hugged and kissed him hoping he would relieve my tension but he said we have to hurry. He will be here soon. If he signs up he will bring me over a hundred "K" a year.

He took me into a room by his office. There were hooks in the ceiling and floor. He had me take off my coat then tied me very tightly in an "X" position. He said, "You look beautiful baby. I expect you to be very brave."

He took my bootlace whip out of his brief case and looped it around my neck tucking the handle and laces into my cleavage.

I knew I would be whipped with my favorite whip and my excitement began to build. I heard his appointment come in and their conversation. The man seemed a little doubtful over Joe handling him since most of Joe's experience was with models and a couple of girl singers he had working in Vegas.

Joe said, "I have a present for you. I understand you are into S&M and like to gamble. This girl is very brave. If you can make her beg you to fuck her within thirty lashes with the whip I will cut my commission to eight per cent."

The man laughed and said, "You are going to be working cheap man. I know all their sensitive places."

Joe led him in and the man I recognized as a lead singer I had seen on MTV looked at me hungrily. then he said, "She is beautiful. I will really enjoy making the great boobs bounce but you are trying to cheat me. You have her pussy and nipples covered up."

"Joe said, "If that bothers you get rid of them."

He came over to me and ripped off my loincloth.

"Great! She has a shaved pussy so no hair will protect it."

Then he pulled my nipples way out making me gasp to see how to detach them. Actually he made a mistake. The whip jerking on the coins to my freshly pierced nipples would have hurt more than having them bare.

Any other whip would have forced me to beg for his dick because all thirty lashes went either to my breasts or up into my pussy. He hit harder and harder while yelling, "Beg for my prick, You little bitch."

I didn't need his dick. I was in orgasm by the twentieth lash. My screams from the orgasm encouraged him to hit even harder. When he quit he was as covered with sweat as I was and panting almost as hard.

"He said, "To hell with it. I am fucking her anyway."

Joe just laughed and said, "Help yourself."

He dropped his jeans revealing he did not wear shorts and a raging hard-on. I was grateful Joe gave him permission because his powerful thrusts kept my orgasms going.

When he came he pulled up his jeans and said, "Don't you wish you had begged for it?"

I told him yes and that he was wonderful and meant it.

He went into the office and signed the contract then left. Joe came in grinning like crazy. "You were wonderful Baby. You really turned into an asset. Now that I have him I can get others."

I was really happy that I could help him and at the same time have great orgasms.

From then on I entertained a lot of his clients. He began having them come to our house so we could have privacy. They all were much different in the things that excited them but all involved at least a little pain because they were all rich enough to hire hookers just for regular sex. Even the ones that just wanted me to do a slow strip-tease and then blow them would want to whip me or put alligator clamps on me while I blew them to make me work desperately to get them off quickly.

The one exception was a girl that asked to have me dressed in a police uniform to whip her pussy and breasts with the pussywhip until she "Confessed" then go down on her for a reward. I discovered why people became so excited whipping me because it really excited me to whip her especially since I knew exactly what she was feeling.

She was a real exception. Most of the women were really cruel. They concentrated on my sensitive nipples, clitoris and asshole until I was so sore their tongues would feel like rasps when they licked me.

I entered a whole new dimension of pain and humiliation at the next party. It lasted forever!

Joe put on alligator clamps with big lead balls hanging from them on my nipples and pussy lips. I had to do a striptease to music with a fast beat. I am sure the audience wondered why I gasped and yipped at my fast movements but understood when I took off the loose blouse to reveal the weights jerking at my nipples causing terrible bites as I swung or bounced my tits. They cheered and cheered again when my skirt came off so they could see my pussy lips jerk and twist as I moved. The pain and excitement of their cheers and applause set of a series of orgasms that would be repeated for the rest of the night.

After my dance I had to go down on anyone who wanted it and they all did so they could pull on my weights while I blew them. I swallowed so much cum and pussy juice I felt sick and Joe took off the weights to give me a break to circulate for anyone to feel my breasts or put their fingers in my pussy.

This brought on a new experience. One girl had me sit on the edge of the couch while she worked her fingers in my pussy until her hand was wet enough to slide it into me up to her wrists. She closed her hand into a fist and began pumping while her husband spanked my nipples with the backs of his fingers. I had a glorious orgasm.

For the rest of the night I had to assume any position they liked to have my out thrust breasts, pussy, or butt be whipped with belts, whips or worst with a metal coathanger that caused several small cuts to my stomach while I was bent over backward on a big footstool.

Eventually I became so exhausted from the pain and orgasms I could no longer stand up but even that did not relieve me. I was hung from the ceiling standing on my knees so anyone who wanted could whip me or push their dicks and pussies into my mouth. I was too tired to suck them so the men would just fuck my mouth and throat or the women would use my nose as a dildo until I finally became unconscious.

I don't remember getting home but I slept well into the next afternoon. When I finally woke up to inspect my body I found that it was pretty well healed except the cuts from the coat hanger. I begged Joe not to let them cut me and he agreed and spent hours putting on salve and hugging and kissing me.

By this time in my life I was proud that I could accept an incredible amount of pain and no longer dreaded a session even though I would not know what would happen to me. Of course Joe was proud to own me and took me with him almost all the time I did not have to stay home to heal.

Now that he was making tons of money we were able to travel to all kinds of exotic places. I loved travelling which convinced me that even the pain too severe to let me have orgasms was worth it.

On one of our trips to Mexico the cab driver told Joe that there was a sex show in town that was really exciting. Joe told him to take us to it.

We were there early and I got a little bored just watching girls strip and suggested we leave to go back to our hotel for sex but Joe said the main acts were still to come and that it would get better.

It did! They began live sex acts and then a girl stripped and lit a big candle she ran over her body to redden the skin of her breasts and over her pussy which had already had the hair burned off so you could see the skin redden on her bald pussy. She finished the act by jamming the candle into her pussy.

For the next act a girl stripped then began whipping her body with a thong whip in time with the music. It was obvious it was a real whip because it left welts. She finished with several lashes to her cunt until she collapsed to the floor in orgasm. The lights dimmed while two men carried her away.

I told Joe that it looked terrifically exciting to be whipped in front of all those people and that maybe I should do a dance like that for his guests at the next party. He agreed then excused himself. I assumed he was going to the toilet. There was an intermission so I went myself a little giddy from the Margueritas we had been drinking. I came back in the midst of a long introduction. I couldn't understand a word in Spanish but Joe interpreted saying a girl had been sent to them by her parents for performing a sin against God by sleeping with a man before marriage and would be punished severely for it.

I don't think it was an act. She was very young about fifteen and really looked frightened as two men with thong whips dangling from their belts dragged her onto the stage where a big crucifix had been set up.

There was a long production to let the audience build excitement. They slowly ripped off her cheap cotton dress, her slip, then her panties and bra to reveal a great body with firm round tits and a flat stomach while she screamed and sobbed.

Another man came out to hold her up against the cross for them to loop rope around her arms to lock them to the cross bars.

The man that had held her up went behind the curtain to return with a huge block of wood that was covered with sharp nails. He held it up grinning while the audience cheered then pulled out her body so it could be clamped to the post behind her butt.

When they let her legs go her butt crashed against the nails making her scream and frantically push her feet against the post to push her butt forward making her pussy fully visible.

Each of them grabbed an ankle to pull her legs behind the post to put handcuffs on them and a rope to hold her legs bent. Naturally this caused her butt to hit the nails again causing her screams to intensify. When they let her legs go she frantically arched her back to pull her butt away then gripped the post with her lower legs to hold it in position.

The man who had lifted her grinned at the audience and began rattling in Spanish. I asked Joe what he said and he told me that he was going to do something to make the whip marks more visible.

He turned back to her to reach out to rip out a clump of her thick black pussy hair. The pain caused her to lose her grip on the post and her ass hit the nails again. He didn't let her pull back. He pressed against her stomach with his left hand while he ripped out hair with his right. Her struggles must have caused the nails to sink in everywhere and he kept jerking out hair until none were visible and her pussy was all red in the bright light.

When he released her stomach she used the last of her strength to push out and get a new grip on the post but it was not to last. They moved to each side of her then began whipping the whole front of her body. She would flinch back only to drive the nails into her ass and struggle to push forward again.

Finally she just gave up and hung there making hoarse cries while the whips yanked her breasts and pussy lips and blood dripped to her knees from her torn butt.

At the end they both concentrated on her pussy making the ends of their thongs go into her gash until her head dropped signalling she had fainted.

I became so excited my panties were soaked with my pussy juice.

There was a short intermission while they took her loose from her bonds and carried her away.

The announcer began talking again. I assumed he was wishing the audience goodnight since the last act had to be the last when I suddenly heard him say my name.

I asked Joe what he was talking about and he said, He is announcing that the scheduled show was over but one of their american friends, you, had volunteered to prove her courage. He is saying that unlike the previous girl you are true to your man and said you would take up to a hundred lashes without agreeing to let anyone else make love to you.

That sounded frightening but then I remembered that in spite of what looked like a terrible whipping to the girl that had just left the whips had not broken her skin. I was also relieved to see they were taking the crucifix off the stage so I would not have to worry about my ass turned into hamburger. I had just about decided I would be able to take it without begging them to fuck me. The next thing that happened totally convinced me. A large handsome man came over to help me out of my chair. When I stood up to follow him the audience stood up and cheered. I was totally thrilled! I never expected to do anything that would earn me a standing ovation. That was something reserved for very talented people. I rationalized that I deserved it for my courage although actually it had been Joe's idea. By the time I was backstage where they helped me undress I didn't even consider that I was going to be hurt badly just to provide entertainment for the crowd and to boost Joe's ego. I thought of myself as an entertainer. No, more than that. I was a star!

When I was naked he put a collar around my neck then pulled my wrists behind me to attach them to it. It was uncomfortable but it did make my boobs push out and I pushed them out further while I sucked in my tummy.

I went out with him proudly to get another ovation. Joe had me stay out of the sun so they would be able to see every mark on my white skin. Much more so than the dark Mexican girl.

When I stepped to the center of the stage I didn't see any ropes. I hoped I was not expected to just stand there and take the lashes. I was relieved when he pushed me forward and slapped my inner thighs to let me know I should place my feet next to a board with metal rings on the end. He spread my legs really wide but there was still enough slack after my ankles were tied to let me step forward or back to keep my balance. He looked up to the ceiling and I followed his gaze to see two small ropes coming down to meet his hands. My wrists were still locked to my neck collar and I wondered if he would release them to be tied or just tie the rope to the chains to my wrists. I hoped he would release them as it was easier to brace myself with outstretched arms.

I was looking at the second rope coming down when I felt him at my right breast. I looked down to see him coiling the rope around the base. When he was done my tit was as hard and round as a melon and beginning to throb from the pressure. He tied my other one just as tight then nodded towards the wings. I looked over to see a man pulling down on ropes just as I felt even more pressure to my throbbing tits. I went up on my toes but it didn't help. The ropes went up until much of my weight was being supported by them and I could feel the skin tighten clear around my back.

He picked me up by my waist and turned my back to the audience. I was relieved I was afraid they might hit my already throbbing breasts. My back, butt, and legs were tough. I began to think this might be bearable. Then people began to applaud. I twisted my body and looked over my shoulder to see the most frightening sight I had ever seen. A huge man wearing black leather pants and a leather hood with cutouts for his eyes and nose. He was carrying a coiled whip like my snake whip but when he flipped it out of the coil and brought it back to slap it against the floor I saw it was more than twice as long. It would provide enough leverage to cut me in two. I had flinched forward when the whip hit the floor causing a painful pull on my tits. I reminded myself to stay very still no matter how much it hurt.

Then out of nowhere I felt a horrid pain across both ass cheeks accompanied by a loud "Snap!" he kept laying them across my ass while the audience began to chant, "Uno, Dos, Tres," I might have been able to learn to count to a hundred in spanish if the pain had been less but my resolve to be still went out the window. when the tip went between my legs to hit my tender inner thighs I jumped so hard I almost ripped off my tits.

He covered my back from my shoulders to my knees. The tip would also hit the sides of my stretched tits and when he did my thighs the whip would coil around my leg for the tip to dig into the inner parts.

I don't know how many times he hit me but when the tip came around me to dig into my pussy lips then my nipples I passed out.

I woke up with my knees bent hanging by my tits with a ghastly burning to my back. The two men who had tied me were throwing buckets of water on my back. I later found out that it was salt water burning the blood oozing welts on my back.

They began untying me and I thought it was finally over. They gave me some water to drink and I began to feel my strength coming back in spite of the fire on my back. I had sweat so much I drank about a quart of water before I was satisfied.

I was now facing the audience and could not resist caressing the deep red lines across my burning nipples and pussy to try to relieve the pain. This brought on more cheers and applause and I thought it was over. I smiled proudly at the audience who obviously appreciated my courage and beauty and made a deep bow.

I began to walk away but the man in the leather outfit grabbed my arm and said, ""Veintiuno mas, senorita." I later found out that meant twenty-one but at the time it only meant they were not though with me. For all I knew I might have fifty more to go. I sobbed realizing they would not be satisfied at only two lines on my white front.

They put padded cuffs on my wrist and used the cords that had been around my tits to tie to my manacles to pull me up until my feet left the ground, then rolled out two heavy barrels. They tipped them up on their ends and I saw hooks welded to their tops to hold ropes. They tied ropes to my ankle cuffs then looped them around the hooks to pull my legs apart. The man looked out to the audience and said, "Mas?" I knew that meant "More," and the audience yelled "Mas! Mucho mas!" and continued to chant ,"Mas," until I was doing the splits and sobbed at the strain and the realization that my pussy lips were fully open to make the tender inner lips and my clit accessible.

To my profound relief the hooded man began to pass out thong whips.

They stood on each side of me with the hooded man behind me so the audience would not have their view blocked and could count the lashes.

They took turns one would hit my right breast on top of the nipple then the other man would hit my left followed by the hooded man who brought the whip between my legs to hit my sensitive asshole and clit at the same time.

I know it is hard to believe, even I was surprised to find that in spite of the terrible pain having it happen to the parts I associated with sex on top of the old made me excited. I was in my first orgasm at nine and they continued to build. When the audience screamed "Vientiuno" and began cheering. They stopped and I wanted more!

I used the tiny amount of Spanish I knew to sob. "Mas por favor. Mas!"

The acoustics in the place must have been great because the audience heard me and began cheering only to stop to resume their counting. At triente siete my orgasms sapped all my strength and I let my head fall forward.

They stopped and untied me then hugged me and kissed me excitedly as they led me backstage to a showerhead coming out of the wall and turned cool water on my body and began washing the sweat, blood and pussy juice off me. The soap burned my welts but their gentle hands washing me felt so good I did not protest. They dried me gently with soft towels then offered my panties and bra but I shook my head knowing I did not want anything tight against my welts.

They took me back to my table raving in spanish all the way. I assumed I was being complimented so I just smiled and nodded.

As soon as I sat down gingerly on my striped butt Joe said that he was sorry they had made it so bad at first. He had tried to stop them but was held at the table. He went on to say that I should have faked passing out sooner so they would go to less severe punishment. I am sure he was right but I was not thinking under all that pain.

The owner came to our table and gave us a basket of pesos explaining that the audience had insisted on sending me gratuities. We didn't need the money but the proof of their appreciation of me made me very proud and I stood and yelled, Gracias!" to bring more cheers that seemed to make the ordeal well worth the pain I had suffered. I kissed Joe and thanked him for bringing me there.

Shortly after I sat down drinks arrived and the waiter said that several customers wanted to buy us drinks and that we could drink free until closing if we wished. Joe wanted to leave but I had enjoyed enough orgasms for one night and felt like punishing him by making him wait so I told him I needed a few drinks to help me forget the pain. Our table began to fill up with drinks and I got a little drunk. When they announced the last show I begged to stay.

They brought in two naked girls wearing helmets to protect their faces and eyes. The announcer began talking and Joe interpreted.

"He is saying that the girls are going to have a whipping duel. The last one standing will get a hundred dollars. If they don't whip each other they will be hung back to back and get eighty lashes to their tits and pussy."

They were brought to center stage and a rope was run from their ankles though a floor ring so they could not get away or get beyond the range of the whips like the one they used on my back.

At first they just circled warily but before long the hooded man became impatient and hit one of them on the butt very hard with his whip. She retaliated against the other girl with a lucky lash across both her tits.

The war was on. They did not worry about aim they just lashed out as fast as they could. It was a good thing they were wearing helmets because lashes hit their bodies from the top of their head to their feet.

They were really tough. They hit each other for at least ten minutes and blood was dripping off their tits stomach and pussy before one of them sunk to her knees in exhaustion. The winner confirmed my opinion that women were much meaner than men. Although she had won and if a man would have stopped she continued to whip the girl until she became unconscious then rolled her on her back to send the tip of the whip into her pussy until blood poured from it and the men grabbed the whip away from here.

They gave the winner a fist full of bills and she waved them triumphantly. According to Joe she yelled that she would be back next week to win more.

I was amazed she would be willing to suffer that much for only a hundred but Joe said a hundred dollars was a fortune to a mexican peasant.

My life is really full now. I am able to get enough great orgasms that I don't mind the times I am simply punished beyond endurance.

My body has some scars now but Joe said if they bothered me he would have them repaired with plastic surgery. I don't want them removed. I look at them as badges of courage and can get excited just by standing in front of a mirror tracing them while remembering the session that caused them.

THE END