By the end of the week of orgasms, compliments and love I was convinced that whatever he wanted me to do would be worth it because he would always make up for it and if I was brave enough he would be convinced I could not be replaced in spite of his money and good looks.
He was delighted on our last night when I leaned over the table to kiss him and accidentally knocked over my wine glass with my boobs.I knew that gave him an excuse to punish me and before he could say anything I said, "My boobies were naughty. Would you like to see them all swollen again? You should whip them until they are black and blue."
He smiled broadly and said, "That is wonderful. It is the first time you volunteered yourself for extreme punishment. As a reward for your bravery you may choose the instrument and I will stop the moment you feel you can't stand anymore."
That was unexpected and I had to stop to think. I could choose the pussy whip or the light thong whip that would guarantee orgasms but we would both know it would not really be punishment. I had felt the "Cat of nine tails," with it's tightly braided stiff leather thongs with the nasty rock hard knots and wondered if I could take it's pain without screaming. He obviously thought it was terrible because he said he would never use it unless I had done something horrendous. It seemed to be the ultimate test of my courage that no other girl would undergo willingly.
I took a deep breath then said, "I want you to know how much I am willing to suffer for you. Something no other girl would do. Use the "Cat!"
He looked at me aghast as he said, "You are unbelievable! Jim said that was the worst whip we bought and should be used only on the fleshy parts of your ass or thighs that were not very sensitive. I know your breasts are really sensitive. I don't think you can stand it."
I loved him for giving me a way out but I was just more convinced this would be the ideal way to prove what I would do for him.
I kissed him and said, "Thank you for not wanting to really hurt me but you should know that even the girls in the magazines would not volunteer to accept this. I want you to know that only I can love you this much."
He kissed me back but was still doubtful. "Alright, but remember you volunteered and this is the way we will do it. Kneel on the coffee table with your hands on your head. All you have to do to stop me is to put your hands over your breasts."
I did not expect that. I assumed I would be tied and would only have to resist saying "Mercy." This would be much harder because I would have to resist the natural instinct to protect myself. Even tied I had fought the ropes to twist or get my arms in the way.
I whimpered, "I think I could take more if I was tied."
"But that would not prove your courage as much because you could just clench your teeth to keep from saying 'Mercy.' I want to know how much you love me by voluntarily making your breasts available and asking for each lash by counting. I don't think you can get to ten."
I kneeled on the table and wound my hair in my fists to help me keep them on my head.
"God! You are really going to try it! Wait! I want to record this!"
I remained kneeling while he set up the camcorder in front of me.It seemed to take forever for him to adjust it as close as possible so just my face and torso would fill the picture. My fear and excitement built as I knelt there sliding the "Cat" tightly across my breasts to sink in the thongs and make my nipples pull back and forth until they hardened like little thumbs while he focused to make sure We would see the knots digging into my tits. My fear jumped as he said, "That is perfect. If I hit hard enough the thongs will bury themselves in your breasts just as they are now. This should be fabulous! This will be the most pain you have ever experienced." I moaned, "Oh God! You are right. What if I am not brave enough to take more than one?"
"Then we will be recording your failure. You will be punished by being tied and given the ten on your back."
That would be just pure pain with no chance of compensating orgasm with the humiliation of knowing I could not follow through on my own idea.
"No! I'll take ten somehow. Even if I lower my arms wait a moment to see if I can work up the courage to put them back on my head. I may not be able to take ten but I will take enough to make you proud if it kills me."
"It won't kill you. If it is too much you will faint. I would just give you one more to make sure you are not faking a faint then quit." I knelt there a moment while he waited expectantly until I got the courage to say, "One."
The whip did not come at me nearly as fast as the thong whip. Time seemed to slow down as I watched the thongs come across the tops of my breasts to instantly cause pain to radiate through my body and leave red lines connecting polka-dots from the knots. I gasped and jerked on my hair as I leaned forward absorbing the pain until he said, "Well. Is that it?"
I shook my head and straightened up to push out my breasts as I said, "Two."
On this lash one of the knots hit my left nipple. I howled and bent over again but defiantly straightened up before he could say anything and moaned, "Three."
At "Four" which put knots on both nipples I screamed and brought down my hands to caress my burning boobs.
He waited a moment then put the whip on the floor.
I moaned, "No." and put my hands back on my head whimpering "Five."
It was just as bad and it took all my willpower to keep my hands on my head as I screamed. then moaned "Six!"
My nerves must have become numb because it did not seem as bad and I felt my excitement rising. From then on I pushed my red and swollen breasts out as much as possible to feel the now complete excitement until my first explosive orgasm at ten. By then I was counting much faster to get stronger and stronger orgasms until I screamed "Sixteen!"
He didn't respond and I screamed "Sixteen!" again but he said, "No you have had enough. Your breasts have terrible welts and I can't go on putting welts on welts."
I sobbed, "I can take it. Hit my pussy then."
He said, "Just one."
By then I had spread my legs so far my pussy was almost touching the table and gaping wide. He swung the lash up from the floor and one of the knots hit my clit. I had a gigantic orgasm that made me pass out and fall to the floor.
When I came to I was lying on the bed while he caressed salve on my burning and throbbing breasts. Even thogh I was lying on my back they had swollen to stand up from my chest like round balls.
I whimpered, "Oh they hurt so much! Are you proud of me? I did it for you."
"I can't tell you how proud I am. Especially since you were able to overcome even that horrendous pain to get to orgasm."
That seemed to lessen my courage. I said, "I really did not think that would happen. I just wanted to suffer for you. Do you believe me?"
"Yes. No-one could guess that much pain could lead to pleasure."
He continued to caress my welts with the salve as the pain began to subside. That gave me time to think and I realized I had lied. If I really had wanted just to suffer for him I would have asked for the lashes on my back. Even though I had been sincere when I volunteered I realized that somewhere in the back of my mind I had the hope of getting an ultimate orgasm. I didn't say anything because he continued to tell me how wonderful I was to suffer for him and that he loved me more than anything else in the world.