"These sessions will test how much pain you can enjoy. The key word here is enjoy. I want you to obtain orgasms from pain. If something hurts too much for you to build excitement to a crashing climax you only have to say, 'Mercy' and I will stop what I am doing to move on to something else to help you on your way. When you reach climax I will either fuck you or lick your pussy. Since you will be too excited to make a choice then I will ask you now whether you prefer being fucked or licked first?"
I remembered the big lump he had in his pants at the auditorium so I said fucked and then had to choose my ass or pussy. I decided on pussy.
He took me in the other room and took off my clothes stroking my body as it was revealed. It felt great and I was already excited when he put me face up on the "T" shaped table to put padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then he began turning the winch behind my head to pull my arms tight. Then he moved to my legs and began turning the winch out to the sides of my hips. I looked up at a huge mirror in the ceiling to watch my legs being pulled apart until I was doing the splits. He kept turning it slowly till I began to feel pain in my legs and hips. When it got bad I said, "Mercy," My legs in the mirror were at right angles to my butt and the tendons in my thighs were standing out. Then he went to my arms to tighten them while watching the mirror to leave my pussy and inner thighs just off the edge.
He went to a cabinet and brought back a box then took out a long pin with an ornate head. He said, "These have been sterilized so you won't be infected. One will go through the lips of your pussy the other two will go through your nipples. The pain is nothing compared to having them whipped."
That may have been true but it was frightening. He made it hurt as much as possible by pushing them through very slowly. My pussy was not too bad but the nipples really hurt. I screamed but he ignored that since I did not say, "Mercy."
He began flicking them with his fingers and my excitement began building again. He went to the cabinet and brought out two buckets with long nylon cords he rested on my stomach. Then he put loops at the end of the cords onto the pins lifting the buckets in the air. I could see my pussy lips just above my clit lift up to the ceiling and my nipples stood up. Then he got a box and rested it on my stomach. It was really heavy and flattened my stomach so much I was taking small breaths.
He began taking lead weights out of the box and into the bucket to my pussy. I watched in fascination as the lips stretched and my excitement built till I was afraid the pin would tear through my flesh and moaned, Mercy." He began putting weights in the nipple bucket and I began to pant as my tits formed cones. I yelled "I'm cumming!"
He pushed the box of weights off my stomach and began fucking me. At each lunge the heavy buckets danced jerking on my nipples and pulling my pussy tight against his prick. I screamed and came stronger than ever. I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was lying on the floor with my legs together while he licked and sucked on my nipples. I was totally exhausted and just watched him in the ceiling mirror in pure rapture as his lips moved from my nipples to my pussy and back until I had recovered enough to raise up and push him down on his back so I could suck his dick covered with my juices out of pure gratitude. When he came I rolled his cum around in my mouth with my tongue and smiled at him as I swallowed it.
I asked. "Will it always be like this?"
"If you mean will you always have great orgasms the answer is yes, but if you mean will the method will be the same that is no. The only thing that stays the same is the pain will build slowly until you think you can't take any more but you will. With some of the girls I have to stop because they will never say, "Mercy."
He dressed me and I walked out knowing just how Buffy had felt. My legs were shaking, I felt spacey and I kept getting little after shocks radiating through my body from my pussy.
Bill was not home and I went to bed to fall immediately asleep until I was awakened for dinner.
When my folks went to bed I told Bill about my experience. He was fascinated by my punctured nipples and had me put earrings in the holes so he could pull on them with his teeth. I liked the effect so well I began to wear earrings in them all the time. They didn't work very well to pull on because they would pull out so Bill found some locking gold hoops at his friends sex store. With those I could be tied by them or led by a leash. We found a lot of uses for them.
The next morning I woke up early since I had slept so long. My breasts were tender and I had a little cramp in my stomach. When I got up I noticed a spot of blood on my sheets. I panicked a little thinking Bill had hurt me internally when he had pushed the fake dick all the way inside then realized my menstruation must have started. I ran down to tell Mom. She was surprised it had come so early since she had been thirteen before her's started but showed me how to use tampons and a douche.
She left to work shortly after then the thought that I would no longer be able to be fucked in my pussy struck me since I did not want to become pregnant.
I went to school early and was crying by the time I got to the principal's office. When I blubbered out what happened he hugged me and said it was no problem except that I would not be fucked for the three or four days while I was bleeding. He gave me a business card with a doctor's name on it who would prescribe birth control pills without notifying my parents. I was really relieved except I resented the three days per month of sexual activity I would lose. I had already become to hate the boring weekends since most of the time my parents stayed home.
Bill decided he would fuck me even during my monthlies but the school wouldn't because they would not be able to tell the difference between menstrual blood or injury to my pussy.
The weekends have turned out not to be a problem. Bill's new friend's father wants the weekends off so he has his son work in the store on week ends. Mom thought Bill and I were such great students she was all for it when we told her we would be at libraries or galleries on Saturday's.
Bill introduced me to his friend, Dan, on a weekend my parents were gone.
Bill said that Dan did not really believe I liked getting spanked and whipped so when Dan got there told me to beg them to let me get undressed and hung up to be whipped. When he walked in I knew he would be great. He was totally different from Bill. Where Bill was blonde, stocky and always grinning Dan had black hair, lean and wiry and looked tough he was also older, about twenty.
It really excited me to slowly strip and watch him stare in amazement when I held out my hands for Bill to put on wrist cuffs and say, "Please hang me up and whip me."
When I was hung up I really felt like a star especially when Dan said, "Jesus! She is beautiful!"
He came over to me and squeezed my breasts and stroked my bald pussy. Then he said, How old did you say she is? She doesn't have any hair on her pussy."
"I know. I keep it plucked off so I can see it turn red."
"She is beautiful and has a great firm body. I thought you said she liked to be whipped. Why is she tied up?"
"I broke in to say breathlessly, "I kind of like to be tied. It makes me feel helpless."
"Well I don't want you helpless. I want you to help. Let's get her down.