"God she is brave! I know other girls that are into S&M but Rachel is awesome. I could not believe she went through this whole thing without screaming."

She realized I was awake when I murmured, "Thank you." and said, We are going to reward you for putting on a show that got my boyfriend so hard."

Two of them began sucking and kissing my nipples just as I felt this wonderful soft tongue fluttering against my abused throbbing pussy. I looked around frantically to see if Joe would object. When I saw him in the circle of people starting to gather around me he was smiling. Although I had always been told lesbianism was a great sin I relaxed thinking he approved and I should not object.

It was a perfect cure for my residual pain. It felt wonderful and I gave in to the feeling as new tongues entered my pussy to bring on a sweet glorious orgasm.

That evidentally capped the party because the people began to dress and leave. Joe helped me on with my dress while kissing me and raving on about how proud he was of me.

On the way home I began feeling guilty again. I said, "Joe. I feel ashamed. Those people will talk about me and everyone will know what a slut I have become. I am sorry the girls excited me. Do you hate me for enjoying girls making love to me?"

"Of course not. I think it was nice that you could be rewarded after the ordeal you accepted so bravely. As far as people knowing about you is concerned I hope the whole world knows how lucky I am to have such a sensuous woman. You aren't a slut! You are an incredibly sexy girl who just wants to please me."

"Oh thank you! I do want to please you. I'll do anything for you." I admitted to myself that pleasing him was also giving me excitement beyond my wildest dreams.

That night I had a strange dream. I woke up knowing it was not a dream at all but another of my hidden memories.

I was about six when I was awakened by giggling and laughing coming from the living room. I peeked out my door and saw my folks naked on the living room floor, wrestling with each other. I had never seen naked adults before and was fascinated by my mom's big boobs rolling around on her chest. Suddenly she pushed Dad over on his back and I saw my first penis standing up proudly. She put it in her mouth and Dad got this look of pure bliss on his face then grimaced and said, "You bit me you little bitch. You'll pay for that!"

He pulled her over his legs while she giggled then began spanking her. He was really hitting hard. His hand was making loud "Spats!" and her skin was getting really red. Suddenly she rolled over and I thought it was over but he began spanking her pussy. I thought that would really hurt but she just moaned and gasped without making any effort to get away. after about a dozen slaps he lifted her up and slid his dick in her pussy while she straddled him. When they finally collapsed hugging each other I went back to bed feeling an itch in my pussy I rubbed until I felt a great sense of relief.

They never did it in the house again but one night I heard the door slam and looked out the window to see them in the moonlight walking out to our barn. I ran out to peek through a knothole in the wall. He was in the process of tieing her wrists to a rope hanging from the ceiling then he went over to a bench to pick up a small rubber hose. He said, "When I am done you will look like a tiger. Let me know when you are ready. She moaned, "Oh God! I was ready on the way out here. Do it! Do it hard!"

He began beating her with it leaving long red welts and I saw what he meant about her looking like a tiger as red stripes began covering her whole torso. It looked terrible but she was making no effort to dodge away even though she was screaming through her nose with her teeth clenched tightly. It frightened me and I ran back to the house explaining why I had repressed the memory all those years. Now that I remembered I felt even better about myself. I had inherited the enjoyment of pain from her and possibly there were generations of women in our family that got off on pain.

After the party my life changed a lot. Since he had received so many compliments on my beauty he bought me a lot of very sexy clothes that either bared most of my body or were transparent with only tiny g-string panties and bras that only covered my nipples to keep me from being naked. Some women who saw me on the street or restaurants would sneer at me but I ignored them thinking that they were just jealous. He even began taking me to his office delighting in introducing me to his men clients to enjoy their admiration of me. I am afraid that made me even more vain and on those days he left me home I spent the time exercising naked to make my body even more slim and fit.

Another change as a result of the party was not as pleasant although very exciting. The girls at the party had been very mean. They hit me harder on my pussy and breasts than he ever had and since I had not screamed loudly he decided I was capable of withstanding greater amounts of pain.

He decided to test his theory a few days after the party when all the marks from my whipping were nearly gone. He led me naked out to the garage but when I held out my wrists for the cuffs he said he had a new way of restraining me that the man at the leather store had suggested.

He had me spread my legs then manacled my ankles to a board running between my feet to hold them open Then he went to the sack and got a harness arrangement to go around my neck to buckle my wrists behind my back. It put my wrists between my shoulder blades causing my boobs to thrust out. It was uncomfortable but it was going to be much more so.

He went back to the sack and brought back four spring clamps with teeth like little alligators with nylon strings tied to them.

He clamped one to each of my pussy lips then tied them to the wall to open my pussy so wide it looked like an "O". I began to whimper because they really bit me but it was even worse when he put them on my nipples and lifted my breasts to a hook in the ceiling. The only way I could minimize the pain was by standing perfectly still. My slightest movement caused a sharp bite to my pussy or nipples.

If that was not bad enough he took out the fibreglas whip. It was awful! He hit hard on just my breasts at the nipples to cause terrible bites and directly on my clit to make me jerk back to have them bite my pussy-lips. After several of those he used the stiff slender part to whip my ass which I swore was cutting my skin and caused me to jerk to have both my nipples and pussy to be bitten. I screamed until I was hoarse then cried so hard my poor tortured tits became wet. There was no way I could overcome this much pain and Joe stopped.

He said, "This is too much isn't it?"

I was crying too much to answer so just nodded my head until I could choke out, "I can't stand it. You can do anything else!"

He took off the clamps but it still hurt while he unbuckled my ankles. He left my wrists manacled as he said. "Now I know what is too much for you to stand but I wonder if you could take ten more with a different whip. Show me how brave you are. Choose the most painful whip you think you can stand for ten more. Make sure you can take it because I am going to stand in one spot and you will have to step up to me for each lash and tell me where you want to be hit. If you step back and lack the courage to step forward for another I will put the clamps back on you and give you ten with the fibreglas."

I was really grateful that he recognized the fact he had surpassed my limit. I looked at my ass in the mirror expecting to see blood running from the cuts from that whip and was amazed to just see purple welts. I could feel every welt stinging and was really tempted to choose the pussy whip but since it would only be ten I decided to try to be brave enough for the next to worse whip to prove my courage. I was sure the threat of ten with the terrible whip would force me to be brave.