I had dressed for his strip-tease but this time he seemed to be in a hurry for me to be nude. The second I was naked he handcuffed my hands behind my back and led me to the torture room. There was just a single large hemp rope hanging from the pulley. I thought I would be tied as I had been at the store. He seemed to confirm this by running it through the chains of my hand cuffs but then he brought it between my legs and tied it around my waist. It was really stickery. I was reminded of the floor mat. He pulled down on the rope with one hand while he worked it into the crack of my pussy with the other. I gasped as a sticker hit my clit. Then yelped when he grabbed the rope with both hands to pull it down forcing me up on my toes to keep my weight off it.
He grinned at me and said, "Comfy?"
"Noo.. It hurts awful. It feels like pins are sticking me. Do you have to tie me this way?"
"Yes. You will get your lashes on your tits and pussy. Since this strap is so wimpy. I thought this would add something. Look at how the lips are pooched out."
I looked to see a wrinkle at the top of my slit from the rope being forced in me so far it was almost out of sight and the lips were pooched out in a pout."
"Oh God! Hurry and whip me. I can't stand this for long."
"I am not quite done. Just stand higher on your toes."
I was already on them but I strained to get higher till my legs were shaking from the strain.
He came back with some skinny rope and began to wrap it around the base of my right tit. He kept making a tight coil till my poor tit was standing out round and hard. It began to throb before he finished the other one.
"Oooh! That is too tight. They will burst!"
He just laughed and said, "These are tits, not a pimple. They won't burst."
He tied another rope to the center of the rope binding my breasts then ran it up to the hook and pulled on it to pull up on my throbbing boobs until I could feel my skin stretch clear around to my back.
By now my tits were throbbing and becoming dark red from the trapped blood while my pussy and clit were aching from the constant puncturing. I began to beg.
"Please whip me! Do it fast. You can hit as hard as you want! Just do it. Please!"
"Hold on. There is just one more thing."
He went back to the closet and dragged back a big iron pipe with shackles on the end. He put the shackle on my right ankle then pulled on my left to force my legs apart. That was awful. My whole weight was on the splintery rope in my pussy and to my boobs. When he let go of the pipe after the other shackle was on about forty more pounds was added.
I thought I would be cut in two and my tits felt like they may be pulled off. I screamed "No! God! No" till he slapped my face and said, "I am talking to you."
I moaned piteously while he continued, "Since this whip is so wimpy you will want sixty lashes instead of fifty so you can get thirty lashes on your tits and thirty on your pussy. Won't you?"
"No! No! I don't want to be hit at all. You are killing me!"
"Well, I'll just let you think about it for awhile."
He went over to sit in his chair watching me in terrible agony while I tried to stay perfectly still to keep my pussy from being ripped while my poor tits began to look purple.
I realized he may let me hang there for hours if necessary to get me to agree so I moaned between sobs, "Do it."
He put his hand by his ear and said, "I didn't hear you."
I screamed, "Do it! get it over with."
"Do what?"
"Ooh Jesus! Whip my tits, and pussy sixty times."
"Hard?"
"Yes! Hard! Just do it. Please!"
He began on my tits. It was awful! They were so hard the strap bounced off them leaving a terrible burn and sting. He was very methodical going around the balloon of my tits and then the front till every inch was hit. I was beyond screaming I just waved my head around gibbering and moaning till there was this new terrible pain to my pussy. It was not just the burn to the skin. The lash pushed my inner lips into the rope to make me jump to drive the stickers even deeper in my cunt. I think I went a little crazy. I spaced out and then incredibly I found I was working my way to a monster orgasm by swinging my ass to grind the pins into my clit while he burned the lips. I don't know if he gave me all thirty or not because at the crest of my orgasm I passed out.
I woke up in the cool water of the tub with my tits and pussy still throbbing with pain. I looked at my tits which were now very red with a dark purple bruise where the rope had dug into them. I touched my pussy and recoiled at the pain.
I suddenly realized he was behind me when I heard, "Don't worry. I haven't put on the salve yet. I thought you would want to be cooled down. You will be fine."
I doubted it. I got out to see my pussy was the same dark shade of red as my tits. I was astonished to see my pussy was not bleeding although my tender inner lips were bruised.
He helped me out of the tub to dry me then had me lie on his bed while he gently put layer after layer of salve on me.
It didn't help that much. I was so sore I could not even go to the store the next day. My only consolation was his promise when I left that on my next session I could pick my whip and the pose I wanted to receive them. The worst thing was he also said that I was truly amazing to be able to cum under all that pain. I had really hoped he had not known so he would feel sorry for me and ease off on the pain he was inflicting. I knew I would have to pick a whip that I could stand no matter how hard he would hit me with it.
By using the salve with gentle massage I was well in a couple of days. Actually I was proud of my recuperative powers and glad I was in the habit of eating right and exercising to stay in shape. Perversely I was also proud that Ted was in awe of the amount of pain I could take.
By Friday I had decided that the only whip that had made me come without horrendous pain was the light whip with the thong. Now I only had to decide how I wanted it.
When I was naked he led me to the other room to point out an array of whips on the floor.
My favorite whip was not there! Neither was the soft strap.
There was the thonged whip he had used the first time, one with seven tightly braided strands, a long whip I recognized as a buggy whip from cowboy movies, the whip with the knot on the end, and a weird thing. It looked like a ping pong paddle except it had holes drilled through it about a half inch apart and a handle over two feet long. It was obviously to be used on a butt. a willow switch about three feet long, and finally a wide thick strap attached to a long handle.
At least I was familiar with the thonged whip and it did not look as bad as the others so I chose it.
"Fine. What part of your body do you want it to hit?"
I was confused. "All over, I guess."
"No. It does not work that way. You must choose a different whip for each body part. One for your pussy, one for your right breast one for the left then each cheek of your ass, and each thigh."
Picking a whip was a cruel joke. I had seven whips with seven places to hit. I would feel them all. The only one I could consider hitting my sensitive pussy was the thonged whip. I stared at the others trying to make a decision. When he said, "I will give you a little break. Since there are seven places I will hit them seven times. You will only get forty nine lashes. Have you made up your mind?"
It was a tiny concession but it was a concession, maybe he felt guilty over my last session and would go easy. I was grateful I would not be hung up again as I had been before which should make any whip bearable.Since I could not make a decision I decided to leave it to him with exceptions.
I want the thonged whip on my pussy at the end and the paddle is obviously for a butt-cheek. I don't know about the others. You must know which whip is best for a part. I will leave it to you."