By the time I had twenty stripes on them I was in orgasm and without being told I turned to face him and spread my legs even more. When he began hitting my pussy underhand I began to pump it to meet the lash. I don't know if he hit me more or less than twenty strokes. My orgasms became stronger and stronger till I became so exhausted I could not keep my balance and fell to the floor to bury the fingers of both hands in my pussy to rub my smarting clit. I don't know if I passed out or just went to sleep but every thing went black.

When I woke up I was lying on my back on the couch with my head on his naked legs and his hard dick pressing into my ear while he caressed my tingling breasts and pussy.

When I turned my head to smile at him he said, "You still owe me you know."

I knew and I wanted to make him beg to cum like I had. I knelt between his legs and began to lick the sides of his dick and balls then put his dick in my mouth. I kept working at it till I was able to get the head into my throat but when I felt his body tense I would take it out to lick his thighs and balls till he calmed then I would put it back in my mouth. I made it last a long time but finally he had to cum so bad he held the back of my head so I couldn't take it out and fucked my mouth and throat. He came so hard he made me choke.

He hugged me then said, "You are learning. You can cum now from pain alone and you no longer mind sucking my dick. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know for sure. I think you have made me insane. I feel like I have nothing in common with the rest of the world anymore. I feel like a slut that deserves to feel pain and humiliation because the only thing I want is more and stronger orgasms and I don't think I can have them anymore without pain. I used to get little orgasms by playing with my clitoris but last night I played with it a long time. I even tried hurting myself by pinching my nipples but I could not cum. The pain has to come from you."

I began to cry, "What is going to happen to me. If you get tired of me I will never find anyone like you again."

"I may never tire of you but if I do you will find there are a lot of men out there who are looking for girls like you. Real men are sick of this feminist shit. This is why there are so many divorces and men that won't commit themselves. In just a few dates you will find out who are wimps and the real men will recognise you for what you are. There are a lot of girls out there who hate the feminist idea too and are looking for a man who will take care of them and love them rather than just become a partner to bring in a double income but their peers won't let them be theirselves."

"Yes, I know. We used to make fun of the girls taking "Home Ec" We planned to make big salaries and eat out all the time but I knew Mom was never happy having to work all the time. We didn't really need the extra money she just worked so we could have "Nice" things."

"Yes, and by the time she paid for your day care, clothes. and car expense to work there probably was not much left from that small salary she gets."

"Gee. You know a lot about us. Don't you?"

"Yes I have been checking on you for about a year. It started when I was sitting behind you in a restuarant listening to you bitching about "Wimpy" boys and bragging about what a success you planned to be because you were good looking and would be able to control your bosses. You even bragged about being a "Prick teaser."

I blushed realizing he could have heard that conversation almost anywhere. Then said, "But why me? The other girls were saying the same thing."

"Because you were leading the conversation and I later found out you were a cheerleader who all seem to be arrogant and teasers."

"But how could you tell that I would end up welcoming the pain and degradation?"

"I didn't. In fact that was a surprize. I expected you to hate all of it and still I am not sure you aren't just putting on an act to make me drop my guard."

"I'm not! Really, there is no way I could fake the fantastic emotions and orgasms you bring out of me. I don't even care if the pain is terrible because I know you will soothe me and give me orgasms after it is over."

He looked doubtful so I went on, "I will prove it to you. I will take out three slips from the bowl and beg you to do the worst one to me."

I jumped up and got the bowl and handed him three slips to read.

There was no doubt which was worse. The first slip was just to do the 69 which I would have loved doing. The second was for him to fuck me doggy style while he hit the sides of my breasts with straps. That just sounded thrilling and I planned to volunteer for that later but the third slip sounded horrendous.

I was to lie on my back on the bed with the wood block of nails under my butt to hold my pussy up with my arms and legs spread while I was given one hundred lashes with the willow whip from my thighs to my breasts. It was alright to hold my butt up off the block by arching but if I closed my legs or got my hands in the way I would be tied in position by putting fish hooks in my arms and legs.

He offered to let me draw another slip but for some reason I decided I had volunteered for the worst and therefore I deserved it.

I went over and got the limber switch then knelt in front of him and begged, "Please give me one hundred lashes with this. Make them leave welts."

He helped me hold up my butt while he slid the block of nails under it then stood between my legs to gently lay the whip diagonally on my body so the tip was just above the nipple of my left breast while the thicker part pushed into my pussy.

He said, "You know this will cause a lot of pain?"

"Yes. It should. I asked for it and deserve it."

The amazing thing is that I actually wanted the pain and it had to be bad to prove to myself I had not gone insane and welcomed pain.

He brought the switch behind his head then brought it down with a "Whish!" He followed through to bring the handle way below my butt as I felt a sharp sting run the whole length of my torso from the left lip of my pussy across my stomach till the tip buried itself in my breast. Then he lifted again and brought it from my right cunt lip to my left nipple. At first it was terrible and I screamed with each one. It took all my will power to keep my legs and arms stretched out to the sides to allow him full access and the pain made me forget about the nails. My butt was bouncing off them with each lash. I don't know what happened but after twenty or so something snapped in my brain. I began to be thrilled by the pain. My screams changed to shrieks and moans of ever increasing excitement that changed to more and more powerful orgasms until I became so exhausted I just laid on the block of nails and shuddered at each lash.

I don't know if he gave me the whole hundred or not. It did not really matter. My whole front had gone numb and he could have hit me hundreds of times without bothering me anymore.

He lifted me off the block then took off his clothes and held me. The last thing I remembered was my breasts sliding on his chest from a combination of my sweat and blood while the sweat on his hands stung my butt torn and bleeding from the nails.

The next morning I woke up miraculously with no pain. My body was slippery with some sort of ointment which seemed to have stopped the bleeding and removed scabs. The only reminder of the night before was a dull ache to both ass cheeks.

I realized that if he had wanted to he could have broken my skin with that switch all over my front but there were only a few raw places on my breasts. I knew the damage to my butt was caused by my letting myself down and squirming on the nails so I had myself to blame for that.

I was teribly thirsty so I got up to get a drink. On the way back I looked at myself in a mirror. I looked really wild. There was a dark red vee from my crotch to each breast. It looked like a kind of costume like a wide length of deep red cloth that seemed to come out of my pussy and run to the top of my breasts. Remembering the thrills this costume had brought to me I became excited and hurried back to the bed.