I don't know why I did not pass out. I would have welcomed it. Finally it was over. He could have cheated because I was in too much agony to count the spanks.

Thankfully he took off all the weights at once but when he took off the clamps the sharp pain returned as the blood came back to my nipples and pussy.

I was crying hysterically when he took off the ropes and carried me to the bathroom to put me in a tub with cool water.

He said, "That will help. I'll get you a stiff drink."

It did help. My butt stopped burning and just ached as I caressed my nipples and pussy lips trying to soothe them. The teeth had dug in to make holes in my skin that were ooozing blood.

I spent a long time in the tub because everytime I got out the burn returned. Finally I was able to stay out and went to my three way mirror to look at my butt. It was literally blistered. The holes in the paddle had caused bumps that had turned to blood blisters. It was so sore I could not bear to touch it. It was hours before I could let him caress salve on it.

He apologized saying he had no idea that paddle would cause so much damage but I knew he had to be lying as it was right in his sight through the whole ordeal.

He said he forgave me but I said, "God. After that I forgive myself for any wrong thing I have done in my life."

"Yeah it was wild! Look at the pictures."

He handed me the poloroids and they were absolutely obscene. I knew now why it hurt so terribly. My breasts were stretched down into cone shapes and my pussy lips were stretched to the maximum to bury the teeth completely into the skin.

He asked me if I wanted to make love but I was too sore and was hating him for treating me so badly. He just said, "Your Mouth isn't sore." I sucked his prick while he caressed my butt.

The next morning the burning had stopped but there was still throbbing pain to the bruised muscle and it was really ugly. It was completely black and blue and covered with blisters. I could not sit down comfortably for three days. He really seemed concerned and brought home a new ointment every day to see what would help. Now that I look back on it I think he was mostly worried I would not look good for the next party.

The next few days he was really nice to me but it was not enough to make up for what he had done. He knew he was causing pain so badly there would be no way I could cum but kept it up anyway. A pain that lasted for days. Before the pain was over shortly after my orgasms but this time there had been no orgasms and the pain continued too long.

The third night he made love to me which might have made me forgive him but he had me get on top then spanked my sore ass with a strap in each hand as I pumped. It was too much too soon. Pain no longer excited me because I knew now that he was capable of hurting me terribly. My belief that he would never go to far was gone and also the escape of using "Mercy." I had screamed and sobbed that word over and over while my ass burned and my nipples were being chewed but he had ignored me to prove he could do what he wanted with or without my consent.

The only concern he showed was when I told him after he came while sobbing that I no longer wanted pain and it didn't excite me anymore.

He told me I would get over that and to help me he didn't hurt my butt or nipples again. He did use the pussy whip on my tummy and pussy but even that light pain did not get me off because I was afraid that any moment he might hit really hard. My only consolation was that he mistook my moans as rising excitement and ate my pussy which relaxed me enough to get an orgasm.

He said, "See, You can still get off on pain."

I told him it was having him lick my pussy not the whip that got me off and I had just been able to tolerate the whip in the hope he would not hit harder.

This angered him and he said, "Well you had better get back to normal soon. If you think I am going to be satisfied with straight fucking and sucking after you introduced me to the excitement of sadism, you can think again. You will be whipped whether you want it or not."

I was confused. Maybe it was all my fault. I had encouraged him after my first spanking by never protesting and even asking for pain.

"No. It is just because I am afraid. You promised you would not scar me and would stop if I said "Mercy" but my butt is in terrible shape and I asked for mercy over and over. I can't trust you anymore."

"I am sorry. The spanking was not meant to excite you it was meant to punish you so you would not do anything until you knew I wanted it. I got carried away. I promise it will not happpen again. I'll tell you what. If I ever ignore "Mercy" again you can do to me what I was doing to you."

"I couldn't do that. It just doesn't seem right. I am the slave, you are the master. Just having you make that offer makes me feel better. My nipples feel better. Tomorrow why don't you use the pussy whip on them and my pussy to see if I am better. As long as I know my magic word, "Mercy" will work I think I can get into it."

We tried that the next night. He insisted I not be tied and be comfortable. He got a pillow to put under my butt which was no longer sore although still ugly. I laid on the couch with my right leg over the back and my left on an ottoman that left me with spread legs and my pussy pushed up. He told me just to leave my hands folded over my tummy so I could easily cover myself if it got too much.

He began slapping my tits then open pussy lightly. It didn't hurt at all. it just felt good as the leather was pulled over my nipples and clit. after a dozen of those he asked, "Harder?" By then I was excited and said "Yes. Harder" He began hitting hard enough to make my breasts and pussy lips jump and bring pain but it was a good pain and my excitement rose until I said "Harder" again to bring on more and to see my breasts jump more violently and my pussy lips squirm and be pulled open. Now the pain was greater and I knew it would bring me to orgasm at that level but I said "Harder again to rush my climax. Now my tits and pussy after jumping turned very red but it just raised me to a new level that soon brought on an explosive climax."

He recognized it and yelled "I knew you could do it! and then began fucking me to keep them going.

He was so pleased the next afternoon after work he brought me some new clothes. Among them was some sheer harem pants and a scarf of the same material he arranged over my breasts and tied at the back. then he said, "This goes with the outfit." He put a heavy gold chain around my waist with a red jewel covering my belly button. I went to the mirror to admire myself. The skinny waistband was just across my pubic bone and my nipples and pussy were clearly visible behind the transparent material. I thought I looked sexier than when I was naked. He loved it too and said, It is perfect! The scarf pulls your breasts together to make cleavage and your pretty butt fills the pants just right."

"Pretty butt" reminded me I had not looked at it since my spanking since it was so ugly. I turned to see it had healed completely and even more surprising had no scars.

That made me happy and I kissed him and said, "Oh Darling. You didn't scar me!"

"Of course not. I love your body. I don't want to take away any of it's beauty."

That did it. Now I trusted him again to take care of me."

The party was to be in a few days and I assumed it would be a costume party since I had my harem outfit and Dick had silk flowing pants and vest with a coiled whip hooked at his waist to be the harem keeper. I giggled and said, "You are hardly a typical Harem keeper. They were eunuchs. Your prick is going to be sticking out of those pants."

I was really looking forward to the party since I now had something in common with at least four of the women. They had intimidated me before because they had been rich all their lives and had gone to college. Now we were all lovers of pain.