The tingling and flashbacks of the pain that had brought on the tingle kept me in a state of excitement. In spite of my resolve I could not resist fondling my breasts and moving my legs to make my lips slide until I saw him watching me. I said, "I'm sorry. Only you should give me pleasure after pain."
"That is alright. You deserve it and I can't do it and drive at the same time. Besides it is fun to see the looks on the truck drivers faces when they see you."
"Oh God! I forgot others could see me. They must think I am a terrible slut."
"If they do they will also be jealous they don't have you. You are mine and I love you for belonging to me and willing to do anything to please me."
"Yes. I am yours totally. I proved I will not refuse anything even when it hurt so much and made me bleed."
But then I had a thought. "We agreed you would not scar me. Do you think I will be scarred from the rope?"
"No. I checked you again after you were asleep. They just wore off the top layer of skin."
He was right and when they healed rather than scar tissue that would desensitise, they were more sensitive than ever with the nerves closer to the outer skin.
You may think I was crazy to go along with this but you have to remember I was young and very naive. I always seemed to be rewarded for the pain both by orgasms and compliments on my beauty and courage that made me proud.
Sometimes not being tortured was torture. A case in point was the trip back to Vegas. I knew that some caresses then pinches to my ultra-sensitive nipples and clit would give me an orgasm. I actually felt like something of a martyr to resist touching myself to honor my pledge to wait endlessly for him to bring me to glorious orgasm.
I assumed we would just be passing through Vegas on the way home. I was surprised and a little frightened when he took the exit I knew led to Jim's store.
"Oooh. You are going to Jim's aren't you? I am awfully sore."
"Don't worry. You won't be hurt. He told me he was getting another shipment of S & M things. I just want to see if anything looks particularly exciting. Besides, he said since he had seen you it was only fair for me to see his wife."
That worried me. I assumed that Jim being in Vegas with all the beautiful women would have a spectacular wife that may even be more courageous than me. Dick may be impressed by her and would no longer think I was special.
I was relieved a little when Jim told us his wife was in Mexico to pick up some special order bondage devises and that he would just show us a video he had made.
When we were seated in front of a large screen TV he said, "This looks and sounds terrible but she still got to orgasms."
It did look terrible and it frightened me. The scene opened with this lovely, tall, big breasted woman tied upside-down with her legs spread from ropes to hooks in the ceiling about eight feet apart with her hands tied to a big bar-bell on the floor.
Jim said, "She faints easily so if something is going to be especially painful we tie her with her head down to keep the blood in her head so she won't pass-out until she has reached orgasm.
He went to her with four large gold rings which he pushed into her pussy to hold them until he was ready. Then he began pulling, twisting, and pinching her nipples until they were fully erect. She seemed to enjoy that but a look of apprehension came on her face when he went out of sight to return with two large nails in a bottle of liquid.
He explained, "The nails are in alcohol. For piercing your instrument must be sterile or there can be infections."
I suddenly realized that he planned to sink those nails into her. It made my thumbtacks look like nothing and they had hurt. I gasped at the idea of them going into my skin.
I knew this was not her idea when her eyes got wide and she began moaning, "No. Please no."
He showed no sympathy saying, "Be quiet! You agreed to this."
"Yes, but I thought it would be like having my ears peirced with a little needle." She wailed, "Those are nails!"
"Yes it is necessary since I bought you these large rings. Ingrid will be impressed."
He explained her girl-friend Inga had showed off her rings and implied his wife lacked the nerve to have it done.
I understood how she had got in this position. If I were challenged I would have to do it too.
Just the preparation seemed frightening. He tied her tightly to a wall so she could not move then put two nasty alligator clamps with teeth on each nipple saying, "This will take your mind off your pussy."
Just the bite of the clamps was obviously painful but he made it worse by pulling on wires attatched to the clamps to pull her nipples out as far as they could stretch and tied the wires behind her back to pull her breasts into her armpits.
She was whimpering as he put a large cork on the outside of a lip and slowly began pushing the nail through it and into the cork. It seemed unnecessarily cruel. It would have been over in a second if he had jammed it through.
I doubted she could orgasm from that because she was sobbing with tears streaming down her face. He left that nail and cork hanging obscenely through the lip while he did the other then went back to put in two more nails. He stepped back to watch as the weight of the large cork slowly caused the nails to slide through the holes until they were stopped by the heads.
He dug in her pussy for a ring which he opened after dipping it in alcohol and stuck it into the bleeding hole left by the nail. When he did the same with the others he flipped the rings and then stood back while her sobbing subsided.
I was glad it was over until I remembered he stll had to do the nipples.
My worst fear was realized when he stepped closer and put a cork by her nipple. This took even longer and the pain must have been worse as she began screaming and fighting her bonds. That made her tits sway to make the clamps pull the nipple out even further. She was nearly hysterical when he finished.
He stood back until she had calmed enough to just let out little sobs then said, "Now you can have your reward. I will make you cum."
I thought he might lick her pussy but he stepped out of the camera and returned with some twine. He tied an end to one of her pussy rings then brought it around her butt to loop it through the others then he pulled at the twine until her lips were stretched open so wide you could see clear inside her.
While she moaned he tied the other twine to her nipple rings then stepped out of the camera evidentally to put them around a post or someting because the twine tightened until her nipples were pulled out so far her breasts looked like cones and she was straining to arch her back to relieve the pressure.
He stepped out again and came back carrying a branch from a rose bush.
He began hitting her tits with it! Hard! Each lash left a stripe and drops of blood. He kept it up until the drops ran together to cover her breasts with blood. then he began putting lines across her stomach while she screamed but to my utter amazement when he got below her belly-button she began screaming,"Yes! Oh yes! Harder. Make me bleed! Hit my pussy."
He began putting stripes across her pussy stretching the lips even more until she screamed "No! No! Hit inside me!"
He stepped in front of her and brought the branch right into her slit! I knew the thorns had to either hit or be very close to her clit.
On the third one her body suddenly began to convulse as if she was having a fit and sweat began pouring off her washing away some of the blood.
When she began to calm down the picture went white. I was stunned and a little sick. It did not have that effect on Dick.