Finally I had one grand orgasm then fell back to go into a deep sleep.

When I woke up I felt very weak but satisfied. I felt my still tingling pussy then went over to him while he was putting wood in the fire and hugged him and kissed his neck.

I thought our situation had changed. I was hurt when he pushed me away and said, "Just because I let you cum doesn't mean you have any right to make a move without my approval. You are my total slave and are here for my pleasure. If it pleases me to see you cum I will allow it but for the most part you are just my toy. Do you understand?"

I whimpered, "But I thought you liked me now. I love what you do to me. I want to please you."

"I like you as a slave. Love and passion are fleeting. Fear will keep you the way I want you."

I began to cry. I had thought that I could convince him to let me go if he liked me but now I saw there was no chance of that. To make it worse I felt guilty about letting myself have orgasms from his treatment.

He told me to stop bawling but I argued that I had a right to cry since he wanted to treat me like I was some kind of animal and would never let me go. I finally screamed at him that I would escape somehow if I had to kill him.

That was a mistake. He said that he would make sure I never had that chance and handcuffed my hands behind my back and looped a rope around my neck to hold my hands up so I could not slide the cuffs under my butt and off my legs to get my hands in front of me.

Then he told me that I was insolent and to beg him to give me ten spanks on my tits with a bamboo cane. I knew better than to refuse him and begged him to whip them. It hurt just awful! The cane would bury itself in my poor boobies and cause a deep pain with swelling and throbbing. When it was over he said he would reward me by fucking me but he did it by having me get on my knees and rest my head on the floor so he could fuck me from behind which just increased my feeling of being an animal. The pain to my breasts as he used them to pull me back on his dick caused so much pain and the position so much humiliation there was no way I could enjoy any of it.

It seemed to please him that I just screamed and cried till he came and pulled out.

He said, "You didn't like that at all. Maybe you are learning not to be a slut."

I felt just awful. The breasts I had been so proud of were now just objects of torture. I hated them. I thought if they weren't so big and firm he wouldn't be fascinated by them. I began to think of them as separate entities deserving all the punishment possible until they would no longer be attractive.

From then on my hands were cuffed behind me whenever I was not tied. Now I really was treated like an animal. With no hands I had to drink water and eat out of bowls on the floor just like a dog.

Then he began playing games with me. He told me that I could ask him to do something to me or take an alternative he had written on a piece of paper. It was to be a guessing game. The alternative could be better or worse than the punishment I would ask for. He made up several pieces of paper and put them in a bowl.

The first thing he asked me to do was to lay my breasts on a board with hundreds of nails sticking out about a half inch while he added rocks to a box on my back until it weighed a hundred pounds.I knew the weight would flatten my boobs to puncture every inch of them and refused. With a lot of dread I reached into the bowl. To my surprise and delight the alternative was that he would lick my clitoris for five minutes or until I came whichever was first.

That was wonderful! It not only felt great and gave me a great orgasm I got to have him in the humiliating position of kneeling between my legs to lick me.

After I came I pulled up his head to kiss him tasting my own juices and thanked him for putting in such a wonderful alternative. He told me I had been lucky. For every one good thing there were two bad ones and the notes would go back in the hat so the odds would not change.

In a way it was a trap. Although the odds were against me there was always the chance I would get lucky again.

On the next "Game" I blew it. He said I could suck his dick while he spanked my butt with a leather strap till he came or choose a slip. I had put his dick in my mouth when it had been covered with my shit. Clean it would not have been bad and my butt was not nearly as sensitive as my tits or pussy but I decided to gamble.

I drew a slip that said my breasts would have cord wrapped around their bases then I would be hung from them while they were given ten lashes with a wire coat hanger.

He wrapped cord around the bases until they were round throbbing balls then tied a rope to the cord and lifted me off my feet. It hurt terribly and I was afraid they may rip off my chest. He let me hang until they were maroon and throbbing with pain before he began striping them with the wire. They were so hard the wire barely sunk in and hurt terribly. My tits were pulled up so high I could see the wire sink in to pull back leaving a bloody stripe with each one as they creeped down to my nipples. When the first lash hit my nipples I threw back my head and howled in pain.

Even after he let them loose they kept throbbing for several minutes. He said he had gone easy on me. He could have cut me for the whole length of the wire if he had hit harder. I knew that was true and also that I had caused the pain. I didn't really mind sucking his dick when it was clean and if I had agreed to the spanking it would not have been bad. I said, "Yes I know you could have cut me terribly. I am grateful. May I suck your dick to prove it?"

He grinned and said, "Yes. I am glad you know that you needn't have suffered."

I had suffered for nothing since I still had the humiliation of sucking him and swallowing his cum but I was genuinely grateful and even proud that I could get him so excited with my lips and tongue. For some reason it did not occur to me that either choice would have caused pain he enjoyed giving to me.

Just knowing that slip was in the bowl kept me from gambling for awhile.

He loved to come up with things to make me cause my own pain.

Once my choice was to have alligator clips put on my nipples and the lips of my pussy with strings on them tied to the wall. I could take them off anytime by just backing away. It didn't seem too bad after having them tied and cut with the wire. I chose that rather than the alternative.

They began to hurt as soon as they were on. I could hardly wait for him to get them tied to a hook on the wall so I could pull them off. I backed up slowly to find the strain increased the pain a lot and caused my nipples and pussy lips to stretch alarmingly. I would lose my nerve and move forward but the constant pain would make me back up again only to lose my nerve as the teeth would begin to bite and drag on my tender stretched nipples. I did it for several minutes until I finally got smart and took a deep breath then lunged backward to quickly rip them off. It hurt awful and caused them to bleed but at least it was over. He made me feel proud yet stupid by saying, "I am proud of you. It took a lot of courage to rip them off. You could have just stood quietly until the nerves became deadened."

Again he had me lie on his lap while he caressed me with salve until I felt like purring.

He said that just to satisfy our curiosity I could draw a slip. If it was bad I would know I had made the wrong choice and if good he would do it as a reward. He had me draw a slip that just had him lie on his back while I sat on his dick and went up and down till we came.

It felt wonderful and I loved being on top to control the speed and movement of his huge dick inside me. I was sick about not drawing but also realized that since I had drawn two good things my next draw would probably be bad.