I could tell the idea excited him. "Sure. I would be glad to do that for you. The clips are a good idea. You get so excited you may let your lips loose."
This time I was a long time healing. My bruises did not fade away until the fourth day. I was consoled in the knowledge that my next session would be pure excitement. He had even said I could control the cadence and ask to be hit softer or harder. I could even pick my pose!
Once the soreness went away time dragged as I looked forward to my next experience. I was disappointed when he called me friday to say he had to work a little late but he told me where he had hidden a key to his house so I could get in and be ready for him as soon as he got back.
I decided to go early so I would have time to work up my excitement with a little masturbation in the torture room while I fantasized over my coming experience.
Once I got in his house I became curious about the drawers and closets where he stored his punishment things. I thought I might find a whip I would like even better. There were frightening things in there. "C" clamps that could crush my nipples, Gobs of alligator clamps in different sizes some so strong I couldn't let them stay on my finger and dozens of different whips and paddles. One whip was just terrible. It was made of four lengths of barbed wire. There would be no way I could be hit by it without bleeding a lot even if the lashes were easy. I shuddered at the thought and was happy that Ted thought I had suffered enough to let me off easy.
Another drawer contained a soldering iron that had a hole drilled in the end to hold the letter "T" made from wire. It was obvious this would be used to brand his initial on skin. On further checking I saw he had all the letters made. He could brand his entire name if he wanted!
I became frightened he might get mad at me later and decide to use the barbed wire whip and possibly brand my breasts or pussy. I decided to search the house to find my confession. Without that evidence I might be able to get a lawyer to commute my sentence.
I found a big four drawer file cabinet in his office. I was sure my confession was in it but it was locked. My dad had lost the key to his cabinet so I knew it was easy to break the lock. I was really tempted because he had a big tool kit in the corner he must have used to build his tables and stretching devices I had found in the closet. Unfortunately he would know it was broken and who did it. I decided to wait and see if he would really be easy on me. If not I could now get into his house while he was at work to get it.
I decided to go back to my original plan to work myself up to my coming experience. I had barely undressed when I heard his car door slam and the front door open. He was very angry! I was relieved to find out he was not mad at me but at his boss for making him work overtime to guard a truck that was being unloaded.
I didn't want him to be in that mood with me under his whip.
"I am sorry. Would you like me to suck your dick so you can feel better?"
"Yeah. That might mellow me out."
"Shall we go to your bed?"
"Naw. I like it better with you kneeling like a cheap hooker. You still have too damn much pride."
"That hurt. I really wanted to be in bed with him to make it seem like normal sex. He obviously enjoyed humiliating me and making sure I would not get any enjoyment.
He took off his uniform and sat on the edge of his chair so his dick and balls could hang over. I was surprised and dismayed to see it was soft. That meant it would take more time for him to get off.
When I knelt between his legs he lifted my chin to look at my face and said, "That big dick just makes your mouth water doesn't it slut?"
That was not true. Actually I felt a little sick. I was only doing it to get him out of his nasty mood but there was no use arguing the point. I mumbled, "Yes."
"Well then show some appreciation. Beg me to let you suck it."
I cringed thinking even a cheap hooker would balk at that but I did not have the option to say no. I whined, "Please Ted. Please let me suck your beautiful dick."
"Well alright but you had better do a good job. If I feel teeth you are in deep shit."
I picked up his limp dick to put it in my mouth but that was wrong.
"Hold it. No hands. Just mouth, lips and tongue. I'll make sure you don't forget."
He went over to his drawer to bring back some twine and two alligator clips. He tied the twine around my wrists and to the clips then put the clips on each lip of my pussy. The bastard let them snap shut and I jumped and yelped as it felt like two rats had bit me.
Actually he did me a favor I began to forget the humiliation as he directed me to lick his balls and the head of his dick because the bite to my lips with my hands so close made it natural to begin rubbing my clit. As my excitement rose I began gobbling his dick with gusto ignoring his comments about me being a whore and slut. Just as he and I were about to cum he grabbed the back of my head and jammed his dick down my throat. I panicked because I was choking and couldn't breathe. I jerked up my hands to push him away ripping the clamps out of my pussy causing a tearing pain. He was too strong for me to push away! I thought I might pass out from a lack of air when his dick got soft enough for me to suck air around it.
When he took out his dick he said, "You are a pretty good cocksucker for such a classy cunt. You could probably make a living from it. Would you like me to have some friends contact you?"
The idea of sucking strange men without being forced into it was too much to muse on. I said, "I only want to suck your dick."
"Thanks. I like that idea.
He reached down to take off my clips and found they were loose. He looked at me suspiciously and said, "When did you take off the clips."
"I didn't. I ripped them off when you came."
He had me stand up so he could see the scraped skin on my cunt then looked up at me to say, "Wow! You really like an extra burst of pain when you cum, don't you baby."
The idiot thought I had cum when he did. I couldn't let that go by.
"Actually I did it when your dick went down my throat choking me."
"Yeah. It takes timing to be able to breathe around a dick in your throat. We will keep working on it."
Shit! Now he thought I liked sucking him. I may have been better off not offering.
Now it was time to whip me.
He laid out the thong whip and the small strap then said, "Since this will be easy you don't need to be tied. You had better not try to get away though. If you do I will put big safety pins through your nipples and cunt and tie you with them."
I shuddered at the thought. I had seen the huge pins in his drawer and wondered why he had them. Now I knew.
I babbled, "I won't move unless you want me to. I promise!"
"You better not. You can cause real damage fighting those pins."
He placed me under the ceiling mirror and facing the wall mirror then had me bend over telling me I could see the lashes hit in the mirror on the other wall through my legs.
He really was nice! The thongs barely stung as I watched my butt redden. By the sixth. I actually asked him to hit harder but he said he didn't need to and my ass was just too tough. He told me to pull my ass cheeks apart with my hands. That did it! The thongs went into the tender crack of my ass to hit my anus and although he hit no harder the pain doubled.
I was beginning to pant and shudder when he brought out a foot stool for me to kneel on. He told me to put my hands on top of my head and push out my tits. When I did the thongs began making my tits red as they gyrated wildly. By the time he had finished the ten I was so excited I could hardly wait for him to start on my pussy.