I relaxed to let the sensations run through me until I went into multiple orgasms that finally became so intense I moaned."Oh please. No more!"

They sat on one of the stretching table and watched me panting and trembling from aftershocks running through my body.

She watched me avidly then said, "Jesus Jon, The way you have her tied reminds me of the time when I was little and my grandma told me her mother was tied that way and given fifty lashes because the master of the plantation had raped her and the mistress thought she had enticed him and whipped her. When I think of it. It makes me hate white people."

Jon came over to me and said, "Would you like her to feel better about white people?"

I knew what he wanted and felt guilty about enjoying the experience so much so I moaned, "Please let her give me fifty lashes"

She jumped up with wide eyes and said, "Really? Is she for real?"

Jon said, "If you want to do it, here is a whip."

She grabbed it out of his hand and faced me to bring it around to snap it against my ass. She really hit hard and kept moving around me to cover every inch of my torso from front to back then as I screamed used the last twenty lashes on my tits and pussy wrenching them out of shape. I had gone beyond screaming and just shuddered and moaned at each lash.

When it was over she said, "Here is your hundred back Jon. I will never forget this as long as I live."

Tears were still falling on my breasts when he came back to get me down to carry me to the pool to cool my burning body. I had no cuts so I began to feel better right away.

I said hesitantly, "Jon, she made me have orgasms. Did the whipping make up for it?"

"Don't be silly. You were supposed to cum as a reward for my handjob while I whipped your pussy. I know you cum from being whipped too so I thought you may get off again."

"Oh no! I just get off when you whip me because you start out easy until I can get excited. You love me. She just hit me fast and hard with so much hate in her face I was afraid she might kill me."

"I would have stopped her if she got carried away. Your fear must have made it worse. She just turned your skin red. I don't think you will have a bruise."

He was wrong about that, When I got up in the morning I had several small bruises where the ends of the whip had hit especially on my breasts and pussy.

At least he was happy with me and I had to admit to myself I had cum at the last of her whipping when she concentrated on my pussy and tits.

The good news was eating at gourmet restaurants with small portions had caused me to lose weight and all the exercise I was getting from swimming, dancing, fucking and being whipped made my body look better than ever. My waist got smaller and my tits and butt got firmer. The brand on my pussy eventually became small white scars raised slightly from my skin. When my pussy was spanked and red the scars would stay white to make them easy to see. Jon liked that so my pussy was spanked a lot but only hard enough to make me climax.

The bad news was that Jon became really proud of the way I looked and made me strip for any of his friends that dropped by. I had to stand quietly, blushing while they would feel me all over and talk about me as if I was just some kind of beautiful animal. To add to my humiliation Jon would put a collar on my neck and lead me around on my hands and knees with a leash. If he noticed his guest had a hardon from watching me he would have me unzip his fly and suck him off swallowing all his cum and then drying his dick with my hair before tucking it back in. I didn't mind sucking dicks when it was part of sex but there was no effort to get me excited and after they left I would have to beg Jon to fuck me so I could feel human again.

Eventually I had so many clothes and jewels they did not work as well for rewards. He came to realize this and instead of just buying me things he began to be more demonstrative of his love for me. Anytime we were in public he would give me hugs and kisses so I could bask in the smiles of people who thought it was so sweet that we were so much in love.

Almost every night he would take me to the theatre or dancing in my finest clothes so I could enjoy the jealous looks of other women.

Unfortunately this also brought on insecurity for me because the other women, some prettier than me, fawned over Jon leaving me no doubt I could be replaced by someone even prettier.

I knew that the only thing I had going for me was my willingness to submit to any pain or humiliation that would make him excited enough to want to have sex with me.

There was no longer any pretense for either of us that I would be given pain as punishment. He would only hurt me bad enough to get me excited for great sex. I found I was volunteering to suffer for him more and more and would bask in the idea he really loved me when he would reject things I suggested that would badly bruise me or leave scars.

One day Jon said that his friends and their wives all seemed to agree that I was nice and quite beautiful so he had decided to have a party. I was very excited to be accepted by his rich friends and asked if I should make canapes for the party. He said that was not necessary because the affair would be catered and that I would be too busy as the center of attention. He had me go to a beauty salon on the day of the party for them to massage me and do my hair and nails then wax me to make sure I had no body hair. I hurried home to try to decide which of my beautiful gowns to wear. Jon came up to ask me what I was doing so I told him I needed him to help me decide on a gown. He ruined everything for me! He said, "Don't you remember? I said you would be the center of attention. You won't be wearing anything. I will even take out your rings. You are the entertainment. You will carry your whip totally nude and will go to each guest and tell them you will either satisfy their desire or take twenty lashes with the whip. It will be a test to see if you are slut enough to satisfy their sexual desires or courageous enough to accept lashes with no idea as to how hard they will be or where they will land."

This was terrible! Unless I asked for hundreds of lashes which would be separated too much to allow me to go into orgasm I would be admitting I was a slut. I sat in our bedroom whimpering and holding the whip that would be giving me hours of pain until the guests had arrived and Jon led me into the living room. There were ten couples. If they all whipped me I would be getting four hundred lashes!

That thought and the humiliation of being stark naked among all the men fully dressed in tuxedos and the women in beautiful gowns made me cry. Jon said sharply, "Be brave! Let these people know that you have twice their courage."

That helped! I realized that if I was brave they would have to respect me although I was naked and servile.

I heard the guests arriving waiting docilely in a combination of fear and excitement until Jon came in and put a beautiful silk gown around my shoulders and told me to hold the front closed with my hands until he was ready to unveil me.

Just before we went out he had me open my legs to spank my pussy until the scars of his initials appeared and I was near orgasm.

When we went out he had me stand until they were gathered in front of me then said, "Some of you have wondered why I chose Joy to be my constant companion when several beautiful, educated, and well bred women were available. I have decided to show you. Joy will do anything I wish to please me. Tonight she has agreed to please you as well. In proof that she is willing to suffer more than any other woman for me notice her pussy."

At that he pulled off my robe and a woman gasped as she said, "Jesus! her pussy has been branded with his initials. I can't imagine how much that must have hurt. It is like in the "Story of O" except the brand is in an even more delicate spot."