Carrying the ropes that would make me helpless and the whip I knew would cause a lot of pain made me realize that this was no longer fantasy. It was real! I began to have doubts. Especially since he had said he would avoid the inner lips of my pussy which implied my pussy would be hit.

"I am frightened. This will hurt a lot! Would you be angry and disappointed if I changed my mind?"

"No. This is your idea. If you want to chicken-out it is alright but you may always wonder what you missed."

That implied cowardice and it was true that I would always wonder especially since I had used that fantasy several times to help me bring on orgasms from masturbation.

"I am not going to chicken-out. I just asked to see if you would force me to do it. I love you for letting it be my choice."

"I love you too and will never force you unless I am sure it will excite you. How many lashes did the black woman take?"

"Oh God. I hadn't thought about that. According to the text she had refused her Master which earned her fifty lashes. It must have been terrible because she fainted and they threw buckets of cold water on her to bring her too for the last twenty. If I faint just stop at that point but I am going to try to experience them all. Don't stop no mater how much I may scream and beg you to stop. If it is too awful I know I will faint."

"That is a lot! Since you don't want your back or lower legs to be hit I will have to cover all the rest of your body to avoid hitting the same place twice."

"Yes I know. Save my inner thighs, breasts and pussy for last when I am excited enough to stand the pain to those especially tender places."

"Yes I remember at Jim's that those areas came closest to making you scream."

By that time I was in sight of the tree. It suddenly looked terribly threatening and evil to me. I remembered the faces of the people watching the black girl being whipped. Along with the excitement there was hate on their faces. I wondered how Dick could love me yet still hurt me. In all the love stories on TV the couples were gentle.

"Dick. Are you sure you love me? You really seem to like hurting me."

"I love you more than I can say. The fact that you will participate in these things that excite both of us proves you love me and makes you unique and irreplaceable. The more pain you will endure for us makes our love stronger. Why? Do you want to change your mind?"

That seemed to be the perfect answer for me. Now rather than being a pervert I felt like a martyr for love like women who stay with their husband even though he may have been maimed or paralyzed.

"No. Knowing you love me will make it easier to accept the pain. It can hurt really bad until my excitement can overcome it. This might be more than I can overcome but don't stop if I scream. I really want to know how the black girl felt. If I can eventually become excited I will know she could too and won't feel guilty for using her to masturbate."

"Alright. I will ignore your screams but if you really can't take it just say 'Mercy."

When I was hung up in a wide "X" it was a little different than the picture because the roots in my tree were further apart to spread my legs more than hers. Just being hung excited me enough to feel the breeze drying the juices in my gaping pussy. I told him to hit hard right from the first because that was what the overseer would have done.

The camcorder was not necessary. I seemed to space out and could actually see people staring at me avidly.

When he asked if I was ready I was so excited I could only moan and nod my head.

Then I felt a searing pain at the top of my butt cheeks. It was the worst pain I had ever felt and I screamed and continued to scream as lashes just as bad moved slowly up and down from the first to cover my thighs and back. I swear I would have screamed "Mercy," but my mind was in such turmoil the word did not occur to me. At just below mid-thigh he moved to my right side and began going up the front of my thighs. Incredibly just as he got to just below my pussy my mind snapped and suddenly I wanted the pain. I was trying to push out my body to meet the whip and was actually disappointed when he skipped over my pussy to bring the next lash just above my pubic bone. The pain increased as it hit the stretched skin over my ribs and then was beyond description as it distorted my breasts with a lash hitting both nipples.

Then he stepped in front of me and began back-handing and fore-handing my tender breasts making them jump and sway. The pain was not just on the surface of my skin anymore it seemed to go deep into my body as I shuddered and moaned. Then he moved down to backhand and forehand my tender inner thighs slowly moving toward my pussy. I had become hoarse from screaming and just gasped as the sharp tip of the lash went from thigh to thigh creeping ever closer to my pussy. Suddenly something snapped in my mind and the pain became pure excitement. I began swinging my hips to meet the whip as orgasms racked my body until the ultimate orgasm when he gave two quick blows to make an "X" over both pussy lips and I blacked out.

When I woke I was lying on my side on the floor while Dick gently caressed salve on my welts.

He looked really concerned and when he saw I was awake he kissed me and said, "You were incredible! I could tell you were in agony but you took all fifty lashes! I am so proud of you. I have never known anyone so courageous. I would have been glad to stop if you had said, "Mercy."

He kissed me again then said, "Jim gave me this salve. It is supposed to stop pain right away and heal any cuts. I am afraid I am not an expert with the whip. You have some small cuts at the base of your bottom and one on your left pussy lip. Can you forgive me? I don't think they will leave a scar."

I felt proud he thought I was courageous so I didn't mention I could not think of the magic word and later didn't want it to stop.

"It hurt terribly but I am glad you think I am brave. I did it for you."

That really seemed to impress him. He kissed and fondled me saying, "You were wonderful. You deserve a special thrill."

He let his tongue and lips slide down my body until his tongue was fluttering on my clit. It felt wonderful and I did get a small orgasm but it just didn't seem right for a master to do this for a slave. I told him how I felt and he said that a good master must be able to reward as well as punish and that my pussy would only be eaten when I had done something that especially pleased him or suffered through something that did not excite me.

That made it alright but I suggested that while he ate me he might remind me that I was at his mercy by making little bites on my pussy or pinching my nipples to make me appreciate the good feeling of his tongue on my clit.

He went down on me again but this time his fingers constantly pinched, twisted and pulled my nipples and his teeth gnawed on my pussy lips to make a much more powerful orgasm.

I told him I could suffer almost anything as long as I knew a reward like that would follow.

I laid back to become calmer then noticed my boobs and pussy were aching. Just a pleasant ache and throb to keep me aware of them.

I got up to look at them in the mirror. I was amazed to see they had turned to a dark maroon color and had swollen enough to make the skin tight and eliminate the little crease that was normally under them. I looked at my pussy. It was also marroon with a black "X" stripe across the lips and had also swollen so much that when I opened my legs the slit remained closed tight.

I was standing there gently caressing my breasts marvelling at the fact they didn't hurt more than they were when Dick came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist and kiss my neck.

I said, "Oooh. Look at my boobs. They are all red and swollen."