I thought he was being kind but now that I think back on it I know that he knew me better than I did and as I got excited I would bring on more than enough pain to excite him.
That was exactly what happened the easy spanks just excited me and I left the cords to the clamps loose but as it went on I began screaming "Harder" and pushed myself out from the table to stetch my nipples and tits as far as they would go as the fire on my ass sent me into fantastic orgasms.
It was a success. I was guilt-free and although my butt was bruised in wide lines the size of the cane there were no blood- blisters.
He worked on the basement for three days from morning to night only leaving occassionally to go to the hardware store. In spite of my promise I tried to look into the basement but he evidentally did not trust me as he had put new locks on both the inside and outside door. I was really getting frustrated because he was too tired at night or thinking about his project to want to make love to me. He even passed up my offer to have him whip my breasts while I held them out for him!
But there was hope because we had been invited to a party at Kay and Bill's. I knew there would be sex and I didn't have to worry about being hurt badly since they lived in a condo with neighbors on each side. A scream would bring the police.
I figured it would be another costume party since Dick said he bought a special outfit for me. I was disappointed when I opened the package and saw a plain house dress like my Mother used to wear for cleaning. He grinned at my disappointment and said, "Don't worry I am going to alter it. You are going as a southern slave. Did you know that some slaves were only one eighth black and were as white as you?"
I had read that somewhere and when he showed me his costume as an overseer I felt myself get wet as I rembered my fantasy. He had me put on the dress then cut a ragged hem just below my butt and a big piece out above my nipples then started making slits. I would walk around then be called back for more slits so when I walked around flashes of my nipples and pussy would appear through the slits. I thought it was really sexy. I would be doing a little strip tease just by walking around and if I bent over both my boobs and butt were fully exposed. I thought I would be a hit since they all thought I had a great body. Dick had me put on a fur coat over the dress since I was too exposed to be in public. I giggled as we went down the crowded sidewalk to their building at the reaction I would get if I opened the coat.
When we went in I felt we were at the wrong party. Everyone else was dressed in colonial costumes and I remembered it was close to thanksgiving. I was given a drink by Kay and said, "I feel strange. Since we are all alike in being excited by pain I kind of expected you and the other girls would be in slave costumes too since there were slaves and indentured servants in colonial times"
She looked at me funny then said, "My God how dense are you? We aren't like you. We just like a little stimulation not real pain. Didn't you notice we only took twenty light lashes while you took over a hundred hard ones? You are just a poor dumb hick who would probably be hooking on the street if it wasn't for Dick's money."
I was aghast and tried to defend myself. "No! I was a virgin when Dick met me."
"Well you aren't now are you. I'll bet you beg Dick to fuck you."
I was ashamed to admit she was right. Even more. I had offered to be whipped on my most sensitive parts just so I could excite Dick enough to fuck me.
She noticed my stricken look and said, "Hey. Don't feel bad about it. Dick and the rest of us love you the way you are and you better not change if you want to stay married."
That gave me mixed feelings. I was glad to be loved but felt guilty about being such a slut and knowing I could never be Kay's equal.
Dick came over to us and said, "How do you like the slave dress I made. Cute huh? She can't make a move without flashing something."
I looked down at myself and saw both my nipples were poking through slits and self-consciously pulled material back over them. I felt especially naked since the other girls except for low necklines were fully covered.
"Kay said, "Maybe too cute. A real slave would be wearing handcuffs and kneeling when with her betters."
Dick agreed with her and handcuffed my hands behind my back and had me kneel. Kay left and came back with a dog collar she put around my neck then hooked a leash to it.
Then she said, "I think she has been teasing the men long enough."
She brought out a pair of scissors she had stuck in her neckline between her breasts and cut my dress off me. Although I normally enjoyed being naked I was embarrassed with everyone else clothed and just milling around with drinks with no sign of sexual activity.
She pulled on my leash so I started to get up but she told me to stay on my knees and to remember I was just a scummy slave.
Kay led me around saying, "Look who's here." She fed me sips of my drink while they would feel and pinch me. This time there were no compliments as they pulled and pinched my breasts, pussy lips or butt. They would just speculate about how much pain I could take to the part they were pinching before I passed out. I thought Dick should be jealous and stop them but when I told him that he laughed and said, "You let these people whip you. What is a feel and a pinch."
He didn't understand that I considered the two things totally different. Whipping excused my actions but fondling just felt good and made me feel more of a slut.
The more I drank the drier my throat felt and I started to ask for some other kind of drink when I discovered I could only whisper. Kay said, "What?" and I whispered as loud as I could, "I can't talk."
"Yeah. You can't scream either. That is great stuff. My doctor told me about it. It comes from a plant in the amazon. It gives instant laryngitus. You'll be okay in a day or two."
That frightened me because the idea I would not be hurt because I may scream was out the window. Worse Dick would not hear my cry for mercy. Kay said, "It is time for the slut's trial."
One of the men put on a wig and said, "Here comes de judge" as he took a bar stool behind the bar to sit on to look like a judge at his bench.
They led me over to kneel in front of the bar then another man acting as prosecuter said loudly, "Dixie. Have you ever cheated on your husband?"
I whispered "No! Never!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Then they called Dick as a witness and said, "Dick. Have you ever encouraged her to fuck another man?"
"No. You know none of you have."
That was true but he had told me to suck Jim.
I heard a door open behind me then I saw the two truck drivers out of the corner of my eye. I sobbed knowing I was in deep trouble.
The prosecutor had them tell how I had teased then fucked them. He said," She was a willing partner then?"
The big one grinned and said, "God yes! Naturally as gentlemen we informed Mr. Marster."
I whispered "No! They raped me."
The prosecutor said, "Pardon me. Did you say they raped you?"
I nodded my head frantically.
The prosecutor asked them, "Is it possible that you took advantage of her?"
The smaller one grinned and said, "Would a raped woman suck your dick so she can do it again?"
I stared at the floor sobbing in shame as the prosecutor crowed, "Your honor it is obvious this slut is guilty of adultry, perjury, and making false accusations. She should be punished severely."