At least that would give me a chance to calm down and I made a big breakfast. Dick came out fully dressed which disappointed me as it indicated we would not be making love before we left.

He saw my bruised tits and said, "My God. I didn't realize I had hit you that hard. Are they terribly sore?"

I told him that although they looked awful they didn't hurt. They were just throbbing and tender. I told him it would feel good if he licked my nipples. He said that that was the least he should do after I had suffered so much for him and licked them until I was so excited I began pushing his head down to my pussy. He didn't resist and licked my pussy and sucked on my clit until I had a great orgasm.

When we had rested he told me to wear something warm because it would be cold in the Jeep until we got to the car at the base of the mountain and could change to something cooler. He said he would lay out my clothes and pack the rest while I cleaned up.

When I went to the bedroom he had packed everything but some tiny short-shorts and a half-shirt that would hide my bruises. There was also a big wool shirt and jeans. I giggled and said, "Wow! what a contrast. I will be covered from head to foot on the way down the mountain where we will probably see no-one and practically naked for the freeway where lots of people will see."

"Yes but the trip down the mountain will be the most exciting. Do you remember how rough the road was?"

"Oh yes. the seatbelt was the only thing that kept me from bouncing clear off the seat."

"Are your nipples and clit still tender from last night?"

"Yes! It takes all my willpower not to play with them because I only want pleasure that you provide."

"This trip will cause both pleasure and pain. Come here."

I went to him and he moved the shirt to reveal a rope about an inch thick.

He tied it around my waist then brought the long end between my wide spread legs to tuck it into the crack of my butt then spread the lips of my pussy to tuck it in there. When it was pulled under the rope going around my waist it was pressing on my delicate ass-hole and clitoris and inner lips.

He told me to walk around and I gasped as what seemed like a hundred needles stuck all my tender parts. "Oh God Dick, it is very stickery. It excites me but if I walk very much I will be raw!"

"You only have to walk to the Jeep. Now put on the shirt."

"Oh Dick! My nipples are so tender this shirt feels like it is full of stickers. It will rub me raw."

"It will improve your posture. Your breasts are firm. If you sit up straight and push them out they should not jiggle much."

I said doubtfully. "I don't think I can keep them still. They jumped all over on the way up and I was wearing a bra."

"Yes but you were slumped in the seat and making no effort to keep them tight."

"Well maybe."

"I think I can stand the rope because I won't be walking."

"I hope so. I want to be proud of you."

I resolved to take it even if my skin was rubbed off. If I was bleeding at the bottom of the hill I was sure he would feel so guilty he would never ask me to suffer as much again.

Although I walked slowly and carefully to the Jeep my nipples and clit were stimulated enough to be fully extended.

When I was seated he took the end of the rope and pulled it around the roll-bar above my head watching my face until I grimaced in pain.

"That seems tight enough. Now I will handcuff your hands to the grab-bar so you can't fall out."

That made me lean forward allowing my boobs to droop so I slid my butt forward so I could tighten them but this made the rope even tighter against my clit.

He got in the drivers seat and I asked, "Aren't you going to put on my seat belt?"

"No. You aren't going anywhere."

Now I knew I was in trouble. I don't know if you have ever been in a Jeep but they feel as if they have no springs at all. With my hands out in front of me there was nothing to keep me from bouncing in the seat.

For awhile he drove slowly and the pain only brought on excitement but as my face flushed and I began to pant in excitement he began going faster then swerved back and forth to hit the biggest bumps. My breasts swayed and jumped to make it seem my nipples were being sawed off and on the bigger bumps the rope felt like it may cut me in two.

Amazingly as the pain got worse my excitement increased even more. Finally I yelled for mercy but only because I became so exhausted I could not cum anymore and there was just blinding pain. I must have had over twenty orgasms each stronger than the last.

He stopped immediately and took me loose to take off my clothes. My nipples were tingling like crazy but there was blood on my crotch. He must have known that would happen because he took salve out of his pocket, two large bandaids, and a sanitary napkin. He gave me water to drink while he put salve on my pussy. The lightest touch to my clit made me cringe. them taped the sanitary napkin to my crotch. He laid out a blanket on the ground and told me to rest. I was so exhausted from the pain and orgasms I fell into sleep immediately.

I must have slept for hours because when I awoke the sun was directly overhead.

He took off the napkin and we were both relieved to see the bleeding had stopped. I knew I was much better because when he put on more salve it just felt good. He helped me put on the half-shirt and shorts and when I walked to the jeep my pussy lips slippery with salve felt good as they moved.

The tingling and flashbacks of the pain that had brought on the tingle kept me in a state of excitement. In spite of my resolve I could not resist fondling my breasts and moving my legs to make my lips slide until I saw him watching me. I said, "I'm sorry. Only you should give me pleasure after pain."

"That is alright. You deserve it and I can't do it and drive at the same time. Besides it is fun to see the looks on the truck drivers faces when they see you."

"Oh God! I forgot others could see me. They must think I am a terrible slut."

"If they do they will also be jealous they don't have you. You are mine and I love you for belonging to me and willing to do anything to please me."

"Yes. I am yours totally. I proved I will not refuse anything even when it hurt so much and made me bleed."

But then I had a thought. "We agreed you would not scar me. Do you think I will be scarred from the rope?"

"No. I checked you again after you were asleep. They just wore off the top layer of skin."

He was right and when they healed rather than scar tissue that would desensitise, they were more sensitive than ever with the nerves closer to the outer skin.

You may think I was crazy to go along with this but you have to remember I was young and very naive. I always seemed to be rewarded for the pain both by orgasms and compliments on my beauty and courage that made me proud.

Sometimes not being tortured was torture. A case in point was the trip back to Vegas. I knew that some caresses then pinches to my ultra-sensitive nipples and clit would give me an orgasm. I actually felt like something of a martyr to resist touching myself to honor my pledge to wait endlessly for him to bring me to glorious orgasm.

I assumed we would just be passing through Vegas on the way home. I was surprised and a little frightened when he took the exit I knew led to Jim's store.

"Oooh. You are going to Jim's aren't you? I am awfully sore."

"Don't worry. You won't be hurt. He told me he was getting another shipment of S & M things. I just want to see if anything looks particularly exciting. Besides, he said since he had seen you it was only fair for me to see his wife."

That worried me. I assumed that Jim being in Vegas with all the beautiful women would have a spectacular wife that may even be more courageous than me. Dick may be impressed by her and would no longer think I was special.