She continued to read then sobbed again saying "Oh God. He tells about the time he made me suck him. I am so ashamed. You have to understand I was desperate to get a lighter session. My breasts were a solid bruise."
"I understand. I did it too."
She seemed relieved then said, The note is not complete.Before he made me crawl to him with my hands cuffed behind my back he spread a bucket of cockle burrs on the rug.My breasts and belly were raw by the time I got to him."
Perversely that excited me. I decided to find some so I could see what that felt like.
She finished reading then looked up with alarm. "Where are the rest of the notes? I had eighteen sessions. I can't bear to think someone may read about them."
I told her not to worry about that. I had taken every piece of paper from his filing cabinet and desk that had writing on it and dumped it in garbage bags. The notes did not have page numbers so I could only collate them by dates. I did not have time to finish and was sure I had the rest of the notes.
Then I got curious. "What would be worse than this that would make you so ashamed."
"Oh God. I guess you will read it anyway so I will tell you so you can make sure you have found it so I can burn it.
Later on he began giving me options of punishments. If I wanted the lesser one I would have to do something vile for him and then beg for the lesser punishment. Once he was drinking beer when I got there and after I was stripped and kneeling in front of him he showed me a metal chain on the end of a handle and a thin leather strap."
I broke in to say excitedly "I know that strap. He used it on me."
"Then you can appreciate how much better that would be than the chain. He said I could have the chain hit my breasts or the strap hit my butt and pussy. Naturally I wanted the strap since my breasts were still sore. The payment was terrible. He said he had to piss and if I wanted the strap I would have to drink his piss. I just could not stand the thought of that chain hitting my tits. I agreed. He had to piss a lot. It made me sick and I had to run to the toilet to throw up while he laughed at me.
Then he had me lie on the floor and put ankle cuffs on me with rope going to the tops of the opposite walls. He pulled me up till I was resting on my shoulders and my legs were spread wider than they had ever been before. Then he went behind me to do my butt. He cheated. Part of the strap hit my butt at the crack but the end was hitting my pussy. After my other tortures it felt almost pleasant because he started easy and increased the pain gradually. After twenty-five there he moved to my front to put them dead center on my pussy that had opened from my legs being spread so wide. I don't know what happened. It was exciting me and I began to have orgasms. Worst of all he knew it and began to call me a slut or whore with each lash."
I said, "Don't be ashamed. It is a defense mechanism to conquer the pain. It happened to me too."
"It gets worse. At the next session he had a boy about ten years old with him he introduced as 'Joe.' He told me that Joe was mad at his mother so he had told him he could take it out on me. This time he had the chain and a leather thonged whip. He said I could either have him use the chain on me or the boy use the whip. I was suspicious. What do I have to do to have the boy do it?"
"Nothing special. You will like it. You just have to spread your legs standing untied and ask for the lashes to your pussy. by counting from one to fifty he will hit you at each count. You can make it last as long as you want. The only catch is that if you move out of position I will tie you and give the remainder of your lashes with this chain. For the fun part. When this is over you can suck his dick."God, That was sick. He was just a little boy but that chain would ruin my pussy. I begged him to let me rest my shoulders against the wall to help me stay in position. He agreed but left for a moment to go in the other room."
I knew what that was for. With her on the far wall he would want to zoom in with the camcorder.
I leaned against the wall with my hips forward and legs spread. I could see myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I looked utterly obscene and felt worse seeing the boy grinning at me. Ted came back swinging the chain ominously. I knew I had to stand still no matter what I felt. They stood in front of me eagerly and I remembered I had to ask for them. When I said 'One.' I delayed a moment to absorb the pain to my open lips then said 'Two' even though the pain was worse than the strap I began to get excited. I began counting faster and faster until orgasms started in the thirties and got stronger and stronger. At fifty he stopped and I dropped to my knees to take off his jeans and take all of his hard little dick in my mouth."
"Do you understand now. I can't let anyone see that. I had become such a perverted slut I enjoyed the whipping and even sucking a little kid. I was so ashamed all week that on the next session I asked Ted to use the barbed wire whip from my thighs to my shoulders in the back and from my thighs to the top of my breasts in the front. I was so sore I had to stay over and call in sick the next day so he could put salve on my cuts but I was glad because it had hurt too much to reach orgasm and I felt the punishment was right to pay for my disgusting behavior."
I could hardly wait to see that tape. I promised to find the rest of the notes and hurried her out of the car so I could rush down to buy the best VCR available even though that meant I would be skipping a lot of meals.
Her tapes were fantastic! I could hardly believe she had the courage to keep coming back. I did not blame her for her orgasms when the boy whipped her. He did not hit her really hard although her pussy lips twisted and contorted with each lash which I knew had to provide fabulous stimulation to her clitoris. I would have sucked that little boy until he was totally drained.
I could see it was going to take a long time for me to see all the tapes.I ran the boy tape in slow motion since he had zoomed in so all you could see was her torso with great close-ups of the lips contorting. I would lay back watching them while using the strap on my own pussy in time with the lashes she asked for and began to cum about the same time she did.
The tape where he used the barbed wire on her was just too much. She screamed herself hoarse by the time he had got to the top of her butt. It was so bad that she passed out twice. When she did he just slapped her face with a wet towel till she was conscious and moaning then continued. At the end blood was running down her legs in rivulets. It made me feel sick and I did not watch it again.
He must have known how guilty the little boy made her feel and that it might stop her from coming back because he never appeared again.
He loved torturing her big tits. In one tape he tightened the big "C" clamps on her nipples so tight she was blubbering in pain then hung her from the ceiling horizontally to tie big dumbbells to the clamps to stretch her tits into narrow cones. Then he tied her head up out of the way with twine in her hair and whipped her tits to make the weights bounce. He also put cords around the bases to balloon them and tied the cords to a hook to lift her entirely off the floor and then they were whipped.
Occasionally he would just use a paddle or light whip on her pussy to make her cum so he could call her a slut and pervert for getting an orgasm.
Towards the end he put big metal rings through her nipples making the holes with a nail and from then on he used them to hold her in position. By the last tape her breasts were covered with stretch marks and scars.
After the marathon of watching all her tapes I decided to just watch one per night of the other girls to allow me to get an orgasm every night for a long time.