By the time my poor boobies had absorbed the thirty lashes they were glowing red, stinging, with a dull ache and swelling. To my shame I was so excited the coffee table was wet between my legs from the fluid leaking from my gaping pussy.
My Dad suddenly stood up rearranging his hard penis so it would not be so noticable and said, "We have to go if we are to get to the store to get the supplies to make a dungeon like yours." My insane mother said excitedly, "Oh yes! I'll help you!"
When they left I went to Jim and pleaded, "Oh God! Please make love to me so I'll know I am forgiven."
He stood up and said, "Alright. Get me ready."
I took off his shirt and pants glad to see he wasn't wearing shorts to reveal his hard penis. I licked and sucked on it until he laid on his back so I could straddle him to bury that beautiful dick deep into me and began pumping and gyrating madly while he mauled my red boobs and pinched the nipples and spanked my bottom until I had a glorious orgasm. Later on when we went to bed he was so gentle and loving I resolved never to argue with him about anything he wanted me to do. He obviously knew what was best for me. I only regretted he had not found me sooner. The little nubbin hidden by the lips of my pussy was tingling deliciously.
Feb 25,1990
Dear Diary,
Mom called me to say excitedly that they had been able to get the material to make padded wrist and ankle cuffs and gobs of rope and other things. He had put pulleys in the ceiling and walls of the garage and had tied her in an "X" shape that exposed her completely. She said, "He didn't whip me since I had done nothing wrong but just hanging there deliciously stretched was enough to excite me. Especially since I imagined I was a slave about to be whipped in front of a lot of men. I could even imagine them staring avidly at the open lips of my pussy. It was all I could do not to beg him to whip me but I was afraid that if he knew it excited me he may get really mean. I finally got so horny I said if he would let me down I would suck his cock. Even that was exciting because I still imagined I was a slave. Best of all my submissiveness made him horny enough to fuck me twice!"
"That's great Mom. Maybe now you can have an exciting sex life."
"Yes. He never cared if I was excited he only thought about himself. Actually he is still that way. Luckily for me being submissive and being made to exhibit myself excites me. If I sound funny it is because I am on a speakerphone. He went to work leaving me naked with my hands handcuffed behind my back. He also tied skinny rope around the bases of my boobs so my boobs are round and hard like grapefruit. They are starting to throb and I am so horny I am going crazy. He said at noon he is going to fuck my brains out. I am supposed to wait for him with my butt on the footstool and my shoulders on the floor with my legs wide open so the first thing he sees when he walks in the door is my open pussy. I can hardly wait. He thinks that is humiliating but it just seems exciting. I am going to hang up now because I want to do some exercises to loosen me up so I can get my legs really open."
When Jim got home I told him what she had said. He said they must have had a lot of suppressed urges because he did not expect them to get into weird things so soon. He liked the idea of handcuffs to make me helpless and added to it by saying I could only be on my knees while I wore them. He also brought home a couple of fly swatters made with wire screen he said should make me super horny. He had me walk over to where he was sitting on my knees then began slapping my boobs with them. I scurried over to him eagerly thinking they would just make a little sting but I was wrong. They really hurt! Especially on my nipples which took most of the spanks. I was crying before the excitement let me welcome the pain. My boobs were red and swollen with the nipples sticking out like litttle hard-ons when he finally stopped to fuck me.
Dear Diary Feb 26, 1990
Mom called to say, "Oh Jane. Yesterday was fantastic. He must have been thinking about me on the way home because when he walked in the door and saw me on the stool he just dropped his pants and fell on me. I don't think he has ever been in me that deep before. It was marvelous. When we came he took off the rope and handcuffs and actually apologized for the bruises they had left on my boobs. I was so grateful for this first sign of compassion I told him that I loved him and if it excited him to hurt me I wouldn't mind. I thought he would be grateful but it just made him curious. He got the whip and had me stand in front of him with my legs open and my hands on my head and said, 'I am going to make a little experiment to see how much you are willing to suffer for me. I am going to spank your tummy, then your boobs and finally your pussy. You can stop me anytime but after those three if you are willing to take more you will say, 'Harder'.
The first three were real light with just a tiny sting. I didn't give a damn about proving anything. I really did want them harder. Starting easy and then just a little harder each time made me relish the pain. I took eighteen with the last three really burning before I was so excited I moved to him to slide down his body until I was on my knees frantically sucking his dick. I think I made a mistake. When he fucked me he noticed I was sopping wet and said, 'That just made you excited. That is either from letting you have control or else this whip is not severe enough.'
When he came home he handed me a package with thick round leather thongs and also some thick plastic coated stranded electrical wire. I am braiding them to make whips while he is getting us chinese take-out. It is really strange and frightening to make my own torture instruments. They are really heavy and I know they will hurt horribly. My only hope is his promise not to use them unless I am really naughty. I have to hang up now. I hear his car coming up the driveway."
I knew he was mean but that sounded horrible. At the same time I was curious about how they would feel. I actually wondered how many lashes I could take before fainting. Dwelling on it made me so horny I met Jim at the door naked and practically ripped off his pants to suck him. Unfortuneately that just made him grateful and he fucked me with no whipping. I went to sleep feeling unfulfilled.
Dear Diary Feb 27, 1990
Mom called, She said, "After we had eaten the Chinese. He sat in a chair fondling his crotch while he watched me braiding the thongs to make a handle. When I finished the leather one I gave it to him and was frightened when he brought it down on the coffee table to make a loud splat! Then he said that the thongs were much longer than they needed to be and began tieing knots in them. I knew the knots would make it worse. I was so nervous I made mistakes braiding the wire whip but finally finished it and gave it to him. He hit the coffee table again to make a loud noise and shake the table to make me gasp.
Then he said we should try them out with one by each on my butt. They looked evil and I protested but he just got mad and said that just for protesting I would get two with each. He tied me over the back of the couch evidentally knowing I would run after feeling the first one. It was terrible! Nothing has ever hurt so much and they left terrible purple welts. My only consolation is that he knows they don't excite me. I was in so much pain and so frightened when he tried to fuck me I was so dry he had to go down on me to get me wet. He must have felt guilty because he licked me a lot longer than he ever had before to let the pain die. The terrible thing about it is that I think even these terrible whips would excite me if he had started easy and slowly hit harder to let me get used to them.