"God. I really love your tits. They are just perfect. So round and firm. Now we know you like to have your ass and pussy spanked but not your tits."

"Are you disappointed? I know you wanted to whip them. Maybe it hurt so bad because that leather bra was squeezing them so tight they couldn't sink in at all when they were hit."

This brought him to attention.

"Could I try whipping them again without the bra?"

"I don't know... They are pretty sore."

"I'll tell you what. You really liked it when I licked your pussy. I'll lick it a minute for every two swats you take on your tits. I won't tie you up. You just put your hands on your head. If you grab your tits I will stop."

Why don't you make us a drink and I'll think about it."

He had brought a bottle of vodka so he got up and made a couple of very strong screwdrivers. As I sipped on the drink I remembered how wonderful it felt while he was licking my clit. I decided I could take at least four lashes which would probably be enough to get me off. After finishing my drink I agreed as long as we could do it in the bedroom so I could see them being whipped in Mom's mirror.

He had me get on my knees, put my hands on my head and take a deep breath to push my tits out as much as possible for him.

This was totally different! I don't know if it was because I had agreed to it, because I could control it, or the fact that they could move with the lashes. I know it helped increase the excitement by watching them being hit in the mirror. By the second lash which really made them bounce I felt the pain and heat radiating directly to my pussy. I don't know how many times he hit me. I still had my hands on my head and was straining to get them as far out as I could as the orgasms shook my body. He finally pushed me over on my back and went down on me which kept them coming. I am sure he did not have to eat me for the time I had earned because I was begging him to quit when they became too intense.

He just watched me as I moaned and shuddered for awhile then began to put the salve on my breasts again. When I had recovered I saw that his dick was still hard and out of fairness volunteered to give him a blow- job. I was getting better at it by now and he could get it into my throat for short periods without my having to gag.

After he came we agreed we were too exhausted to do anything else so I got up to make us something to eat while he made some more drinks. After eating we went to bed for a nap.

I woke up later to feel him idly playing with my pussy. He had put two fingers of each hand in it and was stretching it apart to see deep inside it. I noticed his dick was hard again. When he saw I was awake he said,

"God you are wonderful. I can't believe how brave you were while I was whipping your tits. I don't think I could hold my chest out for you to whip like that. It really turns me on to have you take them without being tied. I don't have to feel guilty about forcing you since you can stop me anytime you want."

I decided not to tell him it had nothing to do with bravery as I was turned on even more than him. I did say, "I think I could take so many because your whip just stings a large area without bruising me. As I get more excited the pain seems to get less while the excitement doubles to make me want them to come harder. I am sure the quirt would bruise and the switch stings terribly. I kind of liked to be tied up. The feeling of being helpless kind of adds to the thrill. It makes me feel a little guilty to know I am asking to be punished."

"Really? I have mixed feelings about that.I like have you stretched because it makes your body look fantastic. But it really turns me on for you to be willing to be brave enough to take them untied. There is one more test I would like to make. I want you to be able to stop me because I don't want to get carried away and really hurt you."

"What do you want to do?"

"See how I have the lips spread out? I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can while you hold the lips apart while I give it a few taps with this."

Then he held up the quirt which had a pointed leather thong on the end about four inches long and about an inch at the base.

I shuddered as I remembered how bad it had hurt on my ass and said.

"Gee I don't know. That thing hurts awful and the inside of my pussy especially the clitoris has to be super sensitive."

"Yeah. That is why it should be really exciting for both of us. I'll just hit it real light at first with just the tip so it can't bruise you so you can see if it excites you."

The idea began to appeal to me. Since he was so proud of my bravery on the lashes to my tits he should really be impressed with this. Rather than answer I slowly spread my legs as far as I could then put my fingers in my pussy to pull the lips apart. He wasn't satisfied till I had pulled them to the point I was feeling some pain from the stretching.

His word was good. He just began hitting it so lightly it just made a "patting" sound. It really felt exciting and I only regretted not being able to see it happening as the end of the thong tapped against my clit. I was debating with myself over asking him to hit harder when he began on his own. It began to hurt now but even as the pain increased I found myself arching up to meet the lash. I finally let go of my pussy but only because it got so slippery from my juices and my orgasms would not let me concentrate on holding it open. As soon as I let go of it he climbed up on me and buried his dick as deep as he could in it and began to thrust up and down and to the sides at trip-hammer speed. At the end he pushed my legs together so my pussy had his dick in a vise-like grip that got us both off in no time.

For the rest of the weekend he decided, thankfully, that my body had received enough punishment so he just wanted to exercise his domination over me by satisfying his fantasies of having a sex slave. He would have me be his footrest while he watched t.v. He would lead me around on all fours by my neck collar. He made me stay stark naked while he was fully dressed and then just open his fly so I could give him blow-jobs when he felt like it.

The only time he fucked me it was frustrating because he tied me down with all the rope he had to a table so I could not move a muscle then fucked me as fast as he could to get himself off in a short time. Then he left me tied frustrated by just getting close to orgasm while he went back to watching a movie on t.v.

I became totally frustrated as I was ready to beg him to make me come but at the same time did not want to admit that I had become such a total slut. Besides he seemed happy to think I was being forced into doing all these things and I thought it might ruin things if I made demands. I needn't have worried because from then on our relationship changed anyway as he delighted in demonstrating his dominance whether I enjoyed it or not. Actually I found very little I did not enjoy as I took pride in the idea that he could never leave me as no other girl would let him have his way as I did. This made me think he was just as much a slave to me as I was to him.

On our next date he told me he had made something for me. He showed me a paddle he had made out of a 1 x 6 board. It was about two feet long. He had me hold it on our way back out to the woods. It seemed very heavy and I was a little afraid of it. As I kept holding it and imagined how it would feel my excitement began to overcome my fear.

When I got out of the car I realized that this paddle was too heavy to use on my breasts and pussy. I was relieved to see him carrying the whip.

By the time we got to the log I was panting with excitement and rushed to get out of my clothes. As soon as I straddled the limb I started rubbing my pussy on it as I felt the stickers on the log sticking into my mons.