"I... yesss I am. How did you know?"
"You told me."
"No, I didn't. I never said a word about it."
"Oh, but you did. Not with your voice but with your eyes and your body. You told me that you were a virgin. You want pain and bondage. You want to be a slave to your hidden lusts. Right now you are wondering if the kiss of the whip to your ass will be as good as you've imagined it to be, aren't you?"
Was this guy psyche? No one else ever saw that in my eyes or body. Did he really "read" me that well?
As I did him?
Was that it? Were we so in tune that we knew what the other wanted? I knew the moment I saw him that he would treat me the way I wanted. Was it the same for him?
"Answer my question, Kate."
Question? Oh, yea, about wondering if the pain will be as good as I dreamed it would be.
"Yes."
I heard him chuckle as he slipped his finger up my wet track and I swear to God I could feel him touch my blasted cherry with his finger tip.
"A frustrated virgin. A frustrated, pain loving, tie-her-up, virgin. I knew there was a God."
He pulled his finger out of me and I almost cried with its loss.
"Tell me, where do you want to be hurt first? Does your pussy want to feel the kiss of the crop? Or is it your ass? Perhaps your tits? Or do you want to be hurt all over at the same time? Tell me," his finger jabbed into me again pressing against my cherry, "where do you want it first?"
"I... ahh I..."
"Tell me, Kate. Where do you want to be hurt first? I want to make you happy, tell me. If you want to be hurt with twenty whips at the same time for your first, I'll arrange it."
Twenty at once?
How?
What did I want?
How the hell was I suppose to answer questions when he was driving me insane?
I buried my face in the soft suede and almost cried with frustration. "I... I don't know."
"Ahhhh it must be hell. So frustrated. So excited to have dreams become reality. But not knowing what you want. Do you want me to choose? Is that it?"
"Yesss." The perfect option.
"Such a charmer. I'd be delighted to choose."
He paused for a moment.
Again he withdrew his finger from my snatch, and I knew he stood up straight behind me.
"Stand up and turn around."
I didn't think I had enough strength to comply and it was awkward as hell. But digging my toes into the floor, my knees into the back of the chair, I did manage to stand and turn to face him.
But I didn't have the nerve to look into his eyes. He easily solved that problem by using the stiff crop under my chin to raise my head until I was forced to met his eyes. And his smile.
"Care to hear my choice?"
Speech was beyond my ability. I nodded my head.
He smiled again.
"I choose the first to be your pussy."
Visions of the crop slamming into my tender pussy made me gasp. But it was a gasp of longing. How did he know?
Yes, I had dreamed of my ass and tits being whipped, but the most recurring dream was of my pussy being abused until I screamed with pain/pleasure.
"And you are going to offer up your pussy for the crop, aren't you?"
Again I nodded my head. He did understand me. More than I did myself.
"Come and sit on the end of the bed." Stiff, quivering legs carried me forward as he placed his hand on my elbow and led me to the massive bed. As I sat on the cool satin spread I couldn't help but look at the hooks embedded in the posts beside me.
"The hooks fascinate you, don't they? But we won't use them now because you are going to offer your pussy to my whip. Lay back."
The satin sent chills all over me as I laid back, my ass perched on the edge, feet on the floor, and hands pressed into the small of my back.
How was I going to offer him my pussy?
Could I really do it?
Or would I chicken out?
"Now raise your legs and reach your feet to the posts."
That answered that question.
If I did as told there would be no way he could miss whipping my opened pussy.
I raised my legs and spread them as wide as I could as Jason stepped between them, crop in hand.
"Such a pretty pussy. Will it like the pain?"
I saw him raise the crop and bring it toward my opened pussy. And I couldn't help it. I started to bring my legs together.
He laid the flared end at the top of my pussy. "Ahh the doubt remains, doesn't it? Spread your legs, Kate. Spread them for your pain. That's it. Wider. Try to imagine how much this can hurt you."
He used the flared end gently. Sliding it up and down my quaking opening. Up and down. Dipping in and Out of my wet flesh as my legs opened and closed.
I was afraid.
I was curious.
I was horny as hell.
Back and forth it went. In and out went my legs. I couldn't keep them opened.
He wasn't hurting me. Far from it. He was teasing the hell out of me. Just when I thought he would use the crop to inflict pain and I'd close my legs around it, he slid it back and forth driving me more insane with each passing second and touch.
"I won't hurt you until you want me to. When you are ready all you have to do is keep your legs open. The decision is yours. It will always be yours."
Back and forth the crop went, getting wetter and wetter with each passing as my legs continued to move in and out like a yo-yo on a string.
Until I could stand it no longer.
Taking a deep breath, I stretched my legs toward the posts, my toes curled around them and I closed my eyes.
"Dooo it, for God's sake do it," I screamed out in total frustration. I knew, I knew that he would continue to run the crop in and out of me, up and down my pussy until I kept my legs out of the way. And I knew, just as he did, that eventually I would keep my legs out of the way, if for no other reason than curiosity.
But curiosity was fast loosing its appeal as hominess took over. I just had to know how the crop would feel on my opened pussy.
"Open your eyes, Kate. I want you to watch the crop come at your opened pussy. I want to see your reaction."
My eyes snapped open to see him.
Slowly, as giving me time to change my mind, he brought the crop up between my legs. I had the sudden urge to close my legs but kept them firmly at my sides, toes curled around the bed posts as the crop started to descend.
But it descended slowly. Slowly. Until it gave my pussy another gently tap.
"Oh, yes. A true pain lover. Watch the crop, Kate, because it will give you the pain you want this time. Watch it."
Watch it I did.
In a blur of speed Jason raised the crop and brought it crashing down to my opened pussy.
Instantly my body registered massive pain. It felt like my pussy was on fire. Somehow he had managed to land the flared head directly on, not only my clit, but both blood filled lips at the same time.
Roaring fire flooded my sopping pussy, instantly followed by a climax so intense my pussy leaped off the supporting bed and jerked in the air. My toes dug into the posts so deeply that they supported the entire lower half of my body as I quivered, shook and came until I crashed totally spent.
I don't know what Jason thought of my reactions but all I could think was, "Yes. Yes. Yes"
With just one, granted it was a very firm one, I was climaxing. Fantasy and reality had become one. I knew that my life from there on would never be the same.
I had tasted pain and could never deny it again.
Gone were dreams. I knew what I wanted. What I needed in my life.
Pain and Jason.
Chapter 2
At the peak of my climax I saw his arm become another blur of motion.