That seemed to interest him. "Does it help you to see them land?"
"Yes. Somehow it seems to make it more exciting."
"Well your tits are obstructing your view. I can make it better."
He left for a moment then came back to put alligator clips on my nipples to pull them up and out to be tied to the trapeze. It hurt awful and worse than that I knew they would be super sensitive when they were hit by the lash but somehow this extra pain just seemed to add to my excitement.
He straightened up and sent the whip whistling down on my ass. The lash part barely made a line. It was the knot that was the killer. I saw a deep red polka-dot appear on my right cheek followed by a sharp sting at the blotch. That made me jump to cause the teeth to take a hard bite of my nipples. He carefully placed eighteen blotches on my ass cheeks. No matter how I tried I could not stop from flinching to get more bites on my nipples. For the final two he put the knot right between my cheeks hitting my ass-hole. I stood up howling which nearly jerked the clamps off my nipples. When I leaned over again he used the opportunity to hit my anus again. It hurt so bad the excitement of the blotches to my ass that had me nearly to orgasm changed to pure pain. I just hung over the trapeze sobbing my heart out while he took pictures then removed the clamps to lift me up so I could lie on the floor.
I choked and sobbed, "Ted. How could you do that to me. You said you would try to go easy on me. That was terrible. My nipples are bleeding and I'll bet my anus is too."
He went into the bathroom to wet a washcloth he used to dab at my rectum. The coolness felt good then he put it in front of my eyes to show me there was no blood. Then he dabbed at my nipples.
"I am sorry baby but I was ordered to give you at least two on the crack of your ass. You can't blame me for your nipples. If you had stayed still they would have been alright."
"Maybe but I don't think anyone could stay still for that."
"You may be right. Just rest awhile. I'll get you a drink. When he handed it to me I drank all of it and asked for another. I sipped that one feeling the warmth of the strong drink as the alcohol went to my head. He got two more cold washcloths and had me lie on my back so he could put them on my nipples and rectum.
He said contritely, "I am sorry baby. I didn't think that whip would hurt so bad. I will use any one you want for the rest."
I was hurting so much I had forgotten there was more.
"Oh God. I guess you have to give me the rest, don't you?"
"You know I do but I will use any whip you want and go easy so you can cum."
It was an easy choice. There had only been one whip that had let me cum when it hit my pussy. "Please use the one with the thong on the end."
"Sure honey. Just let me know when you are ready."
By then my nipple pain was reduced to tingling so I finished my drink and said I was ready.
He placed me on my knees close to the mirror so I would have a close-up view. then had me spread my legs to give full access to my pussy. and put my hands back so I could grip my ankles. when he was satisfied my legs were spread enough and I had my breasts pushed out for him he moved to my side and brought down the whip. Only the thong at the end hit the bottom of my breast to lift it and make it dance. He was a man of his word. He started easy increasing the pain slowly to let my excitement build as the pain blended and seemed to run down to my wet crotch. I watched the welts form while my tits bounced wildly as if I was jumping up and down naked. He finished with two lashes to each nipple that I relished knowing he would soon be hitting my pussy to make me crazy. He went from one lip to the other. By the tenth I needed more and had caught his rhythm so I moved slightly to have the thong hit the crack. I screamed and began my orgasms. He stopped to say, "Hold the lips open for me baby."
That would be the ultimate submission. Anyone whos saw me do it would know I was suffering willingly but the submissission with the pain to follow just excited me more.
I put the sides of my thumbs inside the crack and pulled them open tight against my thighs.
The next lash hit right on my clit! I began to pant wildly as I came while pumping out my hips to meet the lash. I was still pumping after he quit then fell over on my side to lay there panting with shudders from after shocks going through my body.
When I calmed a little he picked me up to carry me to the tub but I stopped him saying, "No! No. I want the pain to last as long as possible so I can still feel it at home."
"In that case I can help you."
He slipped my dress over my head then rolled up the skirt above my waist to hold it there with my belt. We walked out to my car that way. He picked up his straw door mat on the way out. When I was seated he rolled up the mat tightly and had me raise up so he could slide it under my crotch. It was savage! It felt like hundreds of needles were poking me from just below my clit to behind my tender rectum.
It was a miracle I got home without wrecking my car. Every bump or movement kept orgasms going that would make me squeal and close my eyes.
When I got home I was so exhausted I slept for twelve hours. the next day I was still tender enough to become excited just by squirming in my chair in classes.
He had given me a new toy. I decided it would be better if I had another mat for my breasts so I went shopping. I was getting discouraged because I could only find rubber mats when I found something even better. They were steel brushes. Hundreds of dull pins. I bought two of them and hurried home to rip off my clothes. I had already rolled the mat tightly and tied string around it to keep it in a roll.
I put it on a chair then spread my legs and let myself slowly down on it. It hurt marvelously, especially when I leaned forward pushing it into my clit to pick up the wire brushes. I pushed them slowly into my breasts sinking my nipples then I leaned forward and began bouncing up and down on the mat while I slapped the brushes into my tits in time with my drops. I was soon in orgasm and began to slide my clit on the mat while I buried the brushes in my tits and twisted them. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and rolled off onto the floor moaning and twitching with sweat rolling off my body.
When I had calmed enough to look in the mirror I found I had caused a lot of damage. My pussy was raw and bleeding in a few places and my tits were covered with blood. It scared me so bad I threw the brushes and mat in the fireplace and set them on fire so I would not be tempted to do it again.
I went into the bathroom to wash off the blood and put on salve. I was relieved to see the damage was not as bad as I thought. The skin on my nipples was too tough to be punctured and the bleeding on the rest of my tits had stopped leaving little red dots that looked like mosquito bites. My pussy had stopped bleeding too but it was so raw and tender it hurt when I walked so I went to bed to lay on my back with my legs spread while I caressed it with salve, Incredibly just remembering the experience got me excited enough to have another orgasm which made me go to sleep.
My pussy felt much better when I woke up but I resolved to let Ted bring me to orgasm from then on because I had hurt myself more than he had in the worst experience he had given me. I was very gentle with myself till friday to be sure I would be completely healed and super horny to help me orgasm as soon as possible.
When we met he had what I thought was a pleasant surprise. He showed me a new whip. It was just a soft leather strap. I hit my leg with it and it just caused the skin to get pink and a small sting. I thought I may need hundreds of lashes with it to have an orgasm. Then I became suspicious.
"This is obviously the good news. What is the catch? What is the bad news."
"I don't think there is a catch unless it is how you will be bound."