Beth
by Allene
Chapter 32
On the next session after I was naked but before he could get
started I said " I know now why I react to the pain the way I
do."
"Really" he purred, " I have wondered myself how you managed
it. What is the secret?"
" It's really pretty simple. I have always been taught that
sex is a sin. The pain relieves the sin and the pleasure relieves
the pain. In the end I am left with a rapturous pleasure in ratio
to the pain. This explains why I get no pleasure from pain to my
back or to my legs below my knees. These areas just are not
connected to sex."
"Yes that does make sense. It is especially interesting you
get no pleasure from your back or lower legs." he said with an
evil look in his eyes.
I hoped my admission would encourage him to avoid giving me
pain in those areas. Unfortunately this was not to be.
He led me over to a bench with out-rigger bars where he tied
my hands behind my head while lying on my back. Then he tied my
ankles to some rings just below my butt. He finished up by tying
my knees to the out-riggers to spread my legs to their utmost.
As he stroked and fondled my breasts and pussy he said,"I
made you a couple of special items for this time as it will be
our last session for awhile. As you know the sale is on Sunday so
we won't have an excuse for you to stay after school."
I had forgotten that we had a finite period and cried," Oh
No. I can't stop coming here. I need you, there is no-one like
you!"
" Don't worry darling, we will find a way. I need you just as
much. It seems forever between fridays to me."
I felt proud he felt that way about me and hoped his latest
inventions would provide enough memories to last me until we
could get together again. He pulled his latest whip from
a box under the bench. It was just several leather shoe strings
tied to a broomstick.
He brought it up over his head and down on my lower stomach
very hard. I braced for it only to find it just left a light
stinging sensation. I was a little disappointed till he
explained, " This is a pussy whip. As you could feel it causes
very little pain while dry. Just as a wet towel hurts more
snapped against your ass than a dry one this too will increase in
pain in a direct ratio to its wetness. You will in effect create
your own level of pain. As you become excited your pussy will
provide lubrication that will dampen the whip. As wet as you get
the whip should be sopping in a short time. I will hit you at
about the same speed, but you will notice a difference as time
goes by."
He was dead right. I could tell I was getting wet just
thinking about it. To give him greater access to my pussy he went
back to the box bringing out a handful of alligator clips. He
placed four of them evenly spaced on each of my cunt-lips then
threaded some nylon fishing line through holes on the ends of the
clips. He tied the lines to my legs pulling the lips wide open. I
was told to look up at the ceiling. When I did I saw he had added
a magnifying mirror to give me a detailed view of my pussy.
I believe I could have got off just from the sight and feel
of the clips biting into me but the feel of that whip coming down
on my exposed clitoris and inner lips told me right away there
would be much greater heights along the way.
At first it did not hurt that much. Just a sting, but as he
dragged the whip through my pussy at the end of the stroke it
started to get wet. Each stroke was just a little more painful
till it became wet enough to make a "Splat!" sound. At that point
he started hitting me fore-hand then back-hand so on one stroke
the end would hit my clit the next stoke would connect with my
asshole. On each blow my asshole or pussy would be wrenched out
of shape, I could see it all in detail in the mirror. I didn't
try to count the strokes after about the fifteenth I was so out
of it I could barely see. He had learned to tell when I was in
maximum orgasm and stopped whipping me to start driving first his
tongue then his peter into my pussy. He had not taken off the
clips and the pull he added to them as he buried that mammoth
into me added to the excitement till I finally blacked out.
When I opened my eyes he asked me how I was, and informed me
I had been asleep for about twenty minutes, He must have put on a
lot of salve as my pussy did not hurt as much as it should have.
There was just a deep throbbing pain that was not that
unpleasant.
He had brought down some wine so we drank a few glasses while
I rested. I noticed that his oversized cucumber had become soft.
I did not want to think I no longer excited him so I knelt
between his legs to take his dick in my mouth. I was pleased to
find it began to get hard in a short time. Just as I was trying
to get into a position to allow me to get it down my throat he
said, " If you are ready for that you are ready for my next
invention." He then picked me up to seat me on the bench. He went
back to the box to pull out six four ounce fish-weights tied to
small clamps. He put them between my legs then twisted strands of
my pussy-hair to put into the clamps and tighten with a thumb
screw. When they were all attached, he went back to the box to
bring up a strange device. It was a piece of plywood into which
he had pounded about fifty or so small nails with the pointed
ends sticking out about a half inch. He told me to put my arms
above my head. This lifted my breasts while he attached a
horizontal strap from the board around my back. He then tied a
strap he had split in to two pieces to tie round my neck. He
pushed a single strap from the front of the plywood between my
legs to be hooked to the horizontal strap behind my back. When he
was done the back of the plywood was anchored to my chest just
under my boobs while the front of the plywood was held level to
the floor by the straps to my neck and pussy.
He told me to stand up. I stood up very slowly but when the
strings to the weights tightened up it felt like all my pussy
hair was going to be pulled out. In pain I brought my hands down
towards my tortured twat. This was a mistake as the nails dug
into the underside of my breasts. I quickly raised my hands as I
whimpered.
He brought over the full-length mirror so I could see. The
two pounds of weight was pulling my pussy-lips down to the limit.
He said," If you stay perfectly still you won't be hurt."
This was a lie. The constant pull on my pussy-hair caused a deep
throbbing pain that I knew would get worse with time.
Just as I was about to adjust to the pain and turn it to
pleasure he hit me on the ass with his many thonged whip. I
naturally flinched causing my tits to bounce down to contact the
nails while experiencing wrenching pain as the weights jerked at
my hair. On the second one to my ass I was able to keep my
movements just to a flinch. Even on the third which came across
the top of my pussy I was able to keep my movements to a minimum
and continue to convert the pain to exciting sensations.
Evidentally, this is not what he had in mind as he started a
whirlwind of lashes to my back and to my shins. The mixed
sensations of the bad pain to my back and shins to the good pain
to my breasts and pussy made me crazy. As I started threshing
about to avoid his lashes. I could feel the nails puncturing and
tearing at the underside of my breasts as some of the weights
ripped out my pussy hair and fell to the floor.
The really perverse thing was that I knew if I really wanted
to get away all I had to do was run out the door. Instead, I
jumped around in an area small enough that he only had to take a
few steps to reach me with the lash.
Finally I became exhausted from the pain, the threshing
around, and my approaching orgasm. I leaned my back against the
wall and just stood there trembling with my legs open. He took
this opportunity to slash down wards at my pussy. I would feel
the pain of the lash followed in a split second by a tug at my
pussy-hair as the lash hit the remaining weights. I don't know
how many lashes it took to finally tear off the last weight. My
body was spasmodically trembling while my stomach and pussy was
flexing like a belly dancer. When the last weight was off he
started hitting down and across my breasts forcing them into the
nails and across them. This was the last straw for me as I went
into a cataclysmic orgasm and slid down to the floor.
I came to, lying on the rack, in terrible pain. He had not
started to put on the salve yet. I was choking and sobbing as I
asked him if my body was ruined. He reassured me that I was fine
and that he had not put on the salve yet to punish me for not
giving him a chance to come. I apologized profusely till he
relented and gently applied the salve.
When I felt better I went over to the mirror. I was happy to
see that my pussy was just red although it was now nearly bald.
The underside of my breasts were raw but since the nails were so
short the skin was scratched rather than torn. I was sure when he
was whipping my breasts that all the skin would be ripped away.
He had me come back to the bench and lay on it with my head
and shoulders off the end so the underside of my breasts would be
exposed for him to apply more salve. As he put it on, he again
told me that he loved me and that I was wonderful and brave to
stay in place and take the pain rather than run away. He said
that I had never screamed. I could not believe this! I know I was
screaming constantly in my mind during the ordeal.
As I lay there enjoying his attention I realized that I was
in a perfect position to swallow his penis. I pulled him around
to my head. His dick was still steel hard as I pulled on his ass
to get his dick down my throat. He must have been really keyed up
as it only took a few pumps for him to start coming. He pulled
out his dick and directed his come into my face, eyes, nose and
mouth. I even enjoyed this humiliation. When He told me to lick
the cum from his dick and balls I was eager to do it and
continued to lick clear up to and including his ass-hole until he
lost interest. He went down to inspect my pussy saying, " So much
hair is gone we might as well get rid of the rest." I was afraid
he was just going to jerk it out and I did not know if I could
take it as sore and tired as I was. Instead he took an electric
razor with a beard trimmer out of the box and proceeded to shave
my pussy, My pussy was so sore even this hurt but in a nice
way.The vibration from the razor began to bring back the
excitement. When he was satisfied he said, " Anyone would be
glad to eat this now." and proceeded to do it. His face was salty
with sweat causing the mixed feeling of wonderful sensation of
his tongue inside with burning of the skin on the outside. The
combination put me over in record time.
After resting and being cuddled and kissed in his arms for
awhile I got up to look at my freshly shaved pussy. It had not
looked that way since I was eight years old. It felt great so
smooth. I agreed that no-one would object to licking it. It also
gave me perverse pleasure to note how totally naked it made me
look and feel. When he said that he wanted me to keep it shaved
at all times. As it may help to improve my lack of modesty. I was
quick to agree as I admitted, " I will have to keep it covered as
I can't explain to anyone who should see it."
He reminded me that the hair had protected my pussy from
being easily seen and the pain of the lash a little and that I
might miss it for that reason.
That statement just interested me and if it had not been so
sore I would have asked him to whip it immediately.
He dressed me leaving off my panties and bra. He told me
never to wear panties again as without the hair I would feel
every breeze or touch as I never had with it.
On the way home I pulled up my skirt and directed the air
vent on my pussy. He was right! Even this slight stimulation was
enough to keep me horny all the way home.
I stayed up with my Dad to watch the late movie because it
stimulated me to know how naked I was under my clothes. I
fantasized about his reaction if he had known. This led to
further fantasies about him till I finally went to bed before he
noticed my agitated state.
When I got to my room I studied my naked body in the mirror
and felt my pussy till I found a little stubble. I went to the
bathroom stark naked to get a razor hoping my Dad might pick that
moment to come upstairs and see me. After shaving until I could
feel no stubble at all I fell into bed idly playing with my
tender baby smooth pussy. It dawned on me how lucky I was Dad had
not seen me as he also may have noticed that it was also beet-red
which I could not have explained.
