I woke him by gently licking the head of his dick. I giggled when I noticed it began to wake up and get hard before he did.

When he woke he just smiled and pulled me up to nibble on my nipples while I directed his now hard dick into my pussy. It felt wonderful and he lasted a long time but I could not cum. I finally began to moan, "Bite them. Bite my nipples! Hard! Harder!" That did it. When the pain from his bite began to radiate through my body I came!

That made him realize that he had trained me to need pain and from that point as long as I did not make him mad he would only give me enough pain to have orgasms.

He really loved the fact that I would accept the pain. He even began to let me suggest ways for me to be punished since I began to test my limits. I had discovered that the more things hurt the stronger orgasm I could get.

When I suggested that he make a striped bikini for me by using the coat hanger he was so impressed by my courage he told me that I could stop him if it became too severe or I became too exhausted by saying "No." but it was natural for me to scream and say "No," we finally decided on the word "Mercy," because it was not a word that came naturally like "No, Don't, or Please."

He began my striped bikini with stripes across my butt then my breasts. It hurt awfully at first but by the time he moved to my crotch I began going into fantastic orgasms.

The stripes lasted for several days. He was really impressed that I had never said "Mercy," although he hit me all he wanted to make the stripes perfect with horizontal lines about a half inch apart covering my breasts and the v of my crotch. He acted as if he really loved me. He kissed and hugged me a lot and was even willing to lick my pussy to keep my orgasms going after he had whipped me.

I know it seems strange but we became lovers in spite of or because of my submissiveness to him. I knew he trusted me now because he introduced himself as Tom Parsons. We began having long conversations and I asked him how he knew I would come to love and need pain. He said,

"I didn't know. I had married a cheerleader like you who had made my life hell. She wanted constant attention and thought nothing was too good for her. When I could not afford the Mercedes convertible she wanted she divorced me to marry a doctor taking everything I had in the divorce. I was so depressed I lost my job. Fortunately she did not know I had bought stock in a software company that skyrocketed and made me rich enough not to need to work so I decided to take revenge. I knew I couldn't kill her myself because I would be the prime suspect. I had been hanging around in skid road bars after the divorce and met a man who offered to kill her for a thousand dollars. He made it look like a robbery and killed her with a shot to the head. It didn't satisfy me. I had not killed her and it had been painless. I decided there were a lot of girls out there just like her and decided to punish them before they could ruin a man's life. I really planned to punish you until you died. I had no idea you would be able to have orgasms from it. I have never met anyone like you. I love you very much."

I had never met anyone like him either. The men I knew had no time for me and the boys at school just fawned over me and acted silly. I told him I loved him too and that if he had punished his ex-wife she might not have left him.

"You may be right. Sometimes she taunted me for not having any guts. She may have wanted me to be strong."

"Yes. Girls expect to be punished when they do something wrong. If they aren't they think their parents or husband don't care about them."

Suddenly I knew I was describing me. The pain not only gave me orgasms it also relieved all the guilt I had bottled up for years.

He decided to go to town to get me some special treats. His clothes closet door was open and I knew I could escape easily by just putting on his clothes and shoes and walking out following his tire tracks. When I considered it I just didn't want to go back to my former boring life. I didn't want to think about it much though because I knew my old friends would think I had become perverted and that made me feel guilty which just provided a reason for more punishment.

He was back in an hour. Less time than it would have taken him to do his errands. He ran in to hug and kiss me saying, "God. You really do love me! That was a test. I left my closet open so you couldn't miss the warm clothes and boots. I have been waiting for you determined that if you tried to escape I would be forced to kill you before you had a chance to kill me."

"Oh I am sorry you thought you had to test me but I am glad I passed. I could never leave you. My life would just be incredibly boring now that I have experienced so much excitement."

Our relationship changed at that point. He unlocked the knife drawer and since he was such an excellent cook taught me all about food preparation. I loved serving him and I reminded both of us of my slave status by serving him by carrying the food to him on my knees.

He no longer suggested punishments only doing things I requested knowing they would excite me. Thinking up things made me realize I had been fascinated by pain for a long time. My favorite course in school had been history and remembered reading of whippings to indentured servants and slaves had given me nightmares. But they weren't really nightmares. I would dream I was stripped and hung up ready to be whipped by some burly man in front of a large audience. I would wake up just before the lash hit excited and panting with my pussy so wet and my clit so hard I would always masturbate until orgasm.

Then I remembered my fascination went even further back than school. For some reason I had surpressed the memory, Evidentally from guilt. When I was about nine or ten my folks let me stay at my uncle's ranch so I could ride horses. My cousin about eleven taught me to ride and we had a great time riding in the woods and to an irrigation canal where I saw my first penis when he talked me into skinny-dipping. We didn't fuck because in our ignorance we were sure that if we did I would become instantly pregnant but we masturbated each other. I was fascinated watching his penis grow and spurt with cum and had my first orgasm that kept me masturbating from then on.

His mother taught me how to make clothes for my Barbie doll and I was almost finished when he asked me to go riding. I said I wantde to finish the dress first but he said he was hot and I could meet him at the canal later.

His mother came in to see how I was doing and asked where Bill was. I innocently told her he was swimming in the canal. She got instantly angry saying, "We have told him to stay out of the canal. He'll be sorry."

She jumped in their Jeep and took off coming back in a few minutes with his horse tied to the back and Bill whimpering in the front wearing just his undershorts.

She had him stand in the corner wearing his wet short now almost transparent and said, "Stay there until You father gets home."

I asked him. "What happened? Why is she so mad?"

They told me not to swim in the canal because it is dangerous but I have never had a problem. They just worry because a little kid drowned in it. Now I am going to get a whipping. I don't know why she went down there. She never did before."

I was ashamed to admit I had told on him even though I didn't know it was a crime.

His father came in carrying a willow switch and took his arm to drag him outside to lay over a log. He jerked down his shorts and began hitting his butt with the switch.

I should have felt sorry for him but I was fascinated watching the red stripes covering his naked butt and realised I was feeling the same excitement I got from masturbation.

That night I played with myself reliving the scene while trying to imagine how he felt. He had been brave trying not to cry out but his gasps and shudders proved it hurt.