He looked in the mirror and said with no remorse, "Yeah. I kind of got carried away. At least they aren't cut. Do they hurt awful?"

"No. That is what is strange. They should hurt but there is just an ache. My pussy aches too."

"Yeah I noticed it was swollen when I went down on you. It fit tight around my tongue. I kind of liked that."

That convinced me it could happen again and I didn't know how to feel about it. All I could remember were the crashing orgasms.

I guess most people would think I made a mistake because from then on I was treated more like a slave. He had me wait on him hand an foot only standing up when absolutely necessary. I usually moved on hands and knees, on my knees, or crawling on my belly with my hands cuffed behind my back. He also knew how important it was for me to cum and would tease me by cuffing my hands behind my back so I could not reach my pussy while he showed my tapes or nibbled on my nipples until I was begging him to let me cum by whipping my pussy with the pussy whip.

He said that he loved the fact that I would suffer willingly. To prove it I kneeled untied with my legs spread while he stood behind me to bring the thonged whip over my shoulders to welt my breasts and pussy. He was impressed that I never tried to protect myself with my arms or close my legs. That would prepare me for the monster orgasms as I spread my legs as far as possible for the pussy whip to get inside to hit my tender inner lips and even more sensitive clit.

By the time we had left after our two week honeymoon I was beautifully tanned and had lost some weight to make my waist smaller since I had lost interest in food as it took time away from experiences that would excite me.

You would think that all the "Punishment," to my nipples and clit would make me jaded and toughen them but this was not true. When he told me that I could please myself with masturbation while he watched I could get much stronger orgasms than I could when I did it before I met him.

I was only allowed to do it at his direction. When he caught me playing with myself on the beach without his permission I was whipped severely across my shoulder blades until I promised never to do it again.

I cheated once because almost anything would excite me especially when my mind dwelled on a whipping or a fantasy. He knew what I had done when he found me asleep in the woods with my dried pussy juices on my pussy and fingers. He cured me forever by whipping my shins and the soles of my feet with a big willow switch until I was hoarse from screaming then not touching me for the rest of the day and night.

It was clear to me then that if I wanted the orgasms I was addicted to I would have to do anything to please or excite him.

Even that was hard because I could not kiss or fondle him without his permission which had to be earned by humiliating myself by licking his balls or asshole or suggesting a new way to hurt me.

Along with the camcorder he had a polaroid camera he used to take photos of me while I was tied in painful positions or kneeling in the tub whie he peed in my mouth which he hung on the wall with thumbtacks for me to see and remain in excitement.

Once he dropped the box of thumbtacks and I scurried over on my hands and knees to pick them up for him.

He watched me a moment and when I accidentally stuck myself and made a little "Yip" he said, "Drop them!"

I said, "Don't you want me to pick them up for you?"

"Yes but not with your hands. Use your tits."

"How can I do that?"

"You know how. Just press your tits on them until they are stuck in your tits. When you have them all with at least some in your nipples I will go down on you for a great orgasm."

I knew that would hurt after sticking my finger but not how long it would take.

Thumb tacks are not very sharp. I had to press hard to make them stay and since they had scattered and some were not pointed up I had to do it over and over which made the ones already in my boobs go deeper and move. The pain when one went into my nipple made me whimper but I kept it up until neither of us could find a tack. The fact that I was doing this to myself rather than just accepting him do it to me seemed especially humiliating and exciting. It was even better as he kneaded my tack filled breasts with his hands as he licked and nibbled my pussy.

I had great orgasms with aftershocks as I pulled out the tacks to leave a drop of blood while he took pictures.

It was obvious the little holes would not leave scars so he had still maintained his promise. I was satiated for the rest of the night.

The next morning my tits were badly bruised and I realized the kneading with the tacks stuck in as deep as they would go had caused some damage under the skin. Somehow this didn't bother me it just helped to remind me of the orgasms that came from it just as the welts from the "Blacksnake" had.

He felt bad about it and pampered me all day letting me be untied and walking normally and cooking me scrumptious meals while I played in the lake or tanned. Somehow I felt like I was in a no lose situation. I would either get orgasms from pain or if too severe he would make sure I got them afterwards with the skillful use of his tongue plus reward me with extra love and pampering.

He loved my now tiny waist which made my butt and boobs look bigger and could not resist caressing and fondling me while saying his friends would die of jealousy if they could see me.

I guess I knew at that point he would eventually show me off to his friends, after all he had made no protest over Jim seeing me naked and even let him whip me. Even though I knew what we were doing was not normal I had convinced myself I cooperated because I loved him and that love is what made it possible for me to accept the pain and eventually glory in it. It was harder to rationalize the fact that I had never really protested Jim watching and participating. After some thought I convinced myself that it had been alright to have Jim whip me because Dick had been so proud of my courage and the fact Jim thought I was beautiful.

By the end of the week of orgasms, compliments and love I was convinced that whatever he wanted me to do would be worth it because he would always make up for it and if I was brave enough he would be convinced I could not be replaced in spite of his money and good looks.

He was delighted on our last night when I leaned over the table to kiss him and accidentally knocked over my wine glass with my boobs.I knew that gave him an excuse to punish me and before he could say anything I said, "My boobies were naughty. Would you like to see them all swollen again? You should whip them until they are black and blue."

He smiled broadly and said, "That is wonderful. It is the first time you volunteered yourself for extreme punishment. As a reward for your bravery you may choose the instrument and I will stop the moment you feel you can't stand anymore."

That was unexpected and I had to stop to think. I could choose the pussy whip or the light thong whip that would guarantee orgasms but we would both know it would not really be punishment. I had felt the "Cat of nine tails," with it's tightly braided stiff leather thongs with the nasty rock hard knots and wondered if I could take it's pain without screaming. He obviously thought it was terrible because he said he would never use it unless I had done something horrendous. It seemed to be the ultimate test of my courage that no other girl would undergo willingly.

I took a deep breath then said, "I want you to know how much I am willing to suffer for you. Something no other girl would do. Use the "Cat!"

He looked at me aghast as he said, "You are unbelievable! Jim said that was the worst whip we bought and should be used only on the fleshy parts of your ass or thighs that were not very sensitive. I know your breasts are really sensitive. I don't think you can stand it."