At the lash across my nipples I moaned as I screamed on the tape and he said, "Oh that must have been terrible. I won't hit you there again."

"No. It's alright. Please fuck me!"

He had me get on my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind so we could still see the tape.

It was obvious to both of us that the pain had turned to excitement when he began whipping my pussy and I started pumping my hips to meet the lash. at the last two my juices spattered as the thongs went into my pussy.

By then I was in multiple orgasms and he had managed to stay hard for more than one ejaculation.

When we recovered he said, "That was fantastically exciting. We can watch it for excitement rather than actually whipping you. I'll buy some more professional tapes."

"That may be a good idea. It may suggest other ways I can prove my love for you. I still want you to experience the real thing."

The next morning he got up and went to the garage. He wouldn't let me join him because it was to be a surprise. I was dying of curiosity listening to the noise of his hammer and drill but I stayed inside and dressed for our shopping tour. I decided to wear the silk mini-dress he said was very sexy. The reason it was so sexy was because any underwear made unsightly bulges and I left them off. Since it was white you could see the shadow of my nipples. Now that my pussy was bald there was no reason to wear the g-sting panties to keep the shadow of my pussy hair from showing.

He finished about noon and came in to get a beer and take me out to the garage.

He said, "Since you like to see yourself whipped I bought two more camcorders that I have set up at front and side so you would not miss a thing. I also put up some more pulleys and rope so you can be tied in different positions. Let's try it out."

"Do you want to whip me?"

"No. That will lead to sex and we don't have time now if we are going shopping. Just do a strip-tease."

He turned on some big flood lights that lit the garage like a stage.I couldn't do much of a tease since the only thing I had on was the dress so I teased by just sliding up the skirt and pulling the straps off my shoulders. I felt clumsy and couldn't really get into it until he said, "Come on Honey. Get sexy. Imagine there are hundreds of horny men watching you."

I have a vivid imagination and that helped especially when he whistled and applauded when I would flash my boobs or pussy. When the song was over he said, Let's see what we have.

He rewound the tapes and put them in the vcr to show on our big screen tv. I appeared almost life size and discovered that the silk dress was even sexier than I thought. With the bright lights it was almost transparent. I had to blush at the lewd way I flashed my pussy especially when the dress was off and I did a back-bend with legs wide-spread to open the lips enough so we could see inside. He loved it and I agreed that it would be great to be able to relive my whipping.

He said he would edit so both tapes would be on one finished tape. That turned out to be great. Although my ordeal had seemed to last for a long time I had been disappointed it was actually only about twenty minutes. By showing each lash from three different angles the tapes were much longer and made me look fantastically courageous.

I blushed again and asked him not to let anyone else see them. He promised he wouldn't then said it was time to go shopping.

On the way to the store I reflected on the fact that although my dance had been really sexy it had seemed to turn me on more than him. I became more convinced that if I wanted sex I would have to resign myself to pain as foreplay.

When we got to the store it was obvious that it was special. All the windows had been painted black and there was a big sign saying, "ADULTS ONLY."

When we went inside it was obvious this was not just a leather store. The whole thing was dedicated to people who were into pain. There were posters on the walls with girls tied in all kinds of uncomfortable positions either being whipped or covered with red stripes. Ropes and chains were on big spools and there was furniture I recognized from history books as stretching racks, stocks, big crucifixes, and an "X" shaped frame to hold someone tightly with arms and legs wide-spread.

On racks were hundred of books and photo magazines on sadism and masochism. A back room was filled with every kind of whip and paddle imaginable.

While we looked at everything overwhelmed the owner came up to ask if he could help.

Joe told him we were a little overwhelmed at all the choices.

He said, I may be able to help. Have you been into pain for long, and does the lady receive it?"

Joe said, "Actually we are just getting started but Rachel has been whipped with a bootlace whip and a leather thong whip. The leather thongs were a little too much. It left some bad bruises."

"No whip is too much but it takes experience to know how to use them and there are some whips for the people really into it that are meant to bruise and even cut. This whip for instance is called a bastinado. It is made of strips of sharp bamboo and even the smallest blow will cause razor cuts. It can be deadly in the wrong hands. Rather than have you waste money on things that may cause too much pain for the lady to convert into excitement I think I should demonstrate a few things that are popular with newcomers."

At that he went to the front door and adjusted a clock face on a closed sign. I noticed he gave himself an hour for the demonstration. Then he picked up an armload of various thing and led us to the back where he opened a thick door.

He said, "This used to be a walk in refrigerator. It is soundproof if she likes to scream."

I suddenly realized that I would be the subject of the demonstration. He confirmed this when he said, "What is most exciting for you? Being whipped on your front or on your butt?"

I blushed and said, "Both I guess. Maybe more on my front."

"Good. The "X" frame will be perfect for you. Take off your dress."

I whined, "Joe. I am not wearing underclothes. You aren't going to let him see me naked are you?"

"It is not our fault you didn't wear underclothes. You are beautiful naked I will be proud to have him see you and even more proud that you love me enough to prove your submissiveness to others."

He was right. After seeing how naked I looked in the dress I would have put on underclothes before going in public if I had any modesty. Even so I blushed like crazy as I slipped off my dress then stood there nervously with one arm over my boobs and my other hand hiding my pussy.

I needn't have bothered they led me over to the big "X" and my arms were lifted to wrist cuffs on the tops of the big timbers. there were pulleys at the top and my arms were pulled up tight to flatten my tummy then my legs were pulled apart to be locked to the bottom of the posts. Again my body betrayed me. I could feel coolness from the evaporation of juices in my now gaping pussy.

He said. "I will use the pussy whip on her first just to warm her up for the whips to follow."

I assumed Joe would do it. I thought it was bad enough to have him watch.

I whimpered, "Joe! You aren't going to let this strange man whip me are you?"

"Of course. He is the expert. You want me to do this properly don't you?"

I just sobbed knowing I had no choice.

He stopped to admire my stretched body then said, "You are a lucky man. She is beautiful."

I guess I am really vain. That made me feel good especially when Joe agreed.

He went on to say, "Once she is properly trained she will be even more desirable."

He bent over to pick up a whip off the floor saying, "This is a pussy whip. Even girls not really into pain get off on it."

He held up a smaller version of my lace whip. I moaned dreading the pain to come because I had always been really excited before my pussy was hit. I had to admit just the situation had me excited but I didn't think it would be enough.