"Yes. I guess I will be your slave whenever we are together."
"You understand perfectly. As a slave you will be punished for your mistakes and rewarded when you are good.
Now then take off those ugly clothes. I want you naked."
It only took a few moments to take off my shirt, jeans, bra and panties. This was still not enough so I took off my shoes and socks and then stood in front of him with my hands behind my back.
"No. You are still not naked enough. Your hair is hiding your pussy. Go to the bathroom and bring back a scissors, shaving soap, and a new razor."
I went without protest although I regretted losing the hair since it had taken me so long to get some to prove I was a woman.
When I came back he had me lie on my back on the coffee table with my legs spread while he scissored and then shaved me. It seemed like he took forever as he rubbed the lips of my pussy and spread them to make sure there was no stubble anywhere. I was beginning to pant and shudder from excitement by the time he was satisfied and leaned back on his heels.
I felt my pussy with my hands. It felt very soft and smooth and very sensitive.
"Are you pleased...Master?"
"Jesus, You catch on fast! Yes I am pleased and here is your reward."
He spread my lips and ran his tongue over and around my clitoris. I had never felt anything that wonderful. I was truly in heaven and was going into multiple orgasms when he dropped his pants and shorts and began pushing that monster dong of his into my pussy. I just felt a very short sharp pain as he tore through my hymen. It only added to the excitement as my wet pussy stretched to allow entry of his monster dong. I was spanking my own ass on the coffee table as I lunged up and down to get all of him into me that I could. I just went from one orgasm to a yet stronger one till he came and his dick softened to the point it would not stay inside me.
"Oh God. That was wonderful. I will do anything for you if it means I can get this much pleasure.
"Yeah I thought it was wonderful too. There is something else I want to show you. There is vodka and orange juice at the bar. Make us drinks while I go get your next surprise."
His drink was waiting and mine was half down when he returned carrying a long flower box.
He had a couple of swallows then opened the box to bring out a strap about eighteen inches long attached to a handle.
"You will love this. It is made of soft leather and I rounded all the edges. I tried it on my self. It leaves no cuts or welts. Just stinging, redness, and heat. This other one is when you have been very bad."
He held up another whip which had nine braided thongs with knots on the end. He had me feel them both then told me to hit my inner thigh first with the soft one and then with the one he called a "Cat" To please him I hit myself pretty hard. The first one just stung but the cat hurt so bad I had to gasp in pain and tears came to my eyes.
"That was the reaction I expected. You aren't going to make me mad enough to use the 'Cat' on you. Are you?"
"Oh no. I'll be good. I promise."
"We'll see. Get up on your knees on the coffee table. That's right. Now spread your legs. More! More yet. That's better. Now put your hands behind your head, stand up straight and push out your tits as far as you can."
My legs were trembling and the tendons of my inner thighs were aching in this position which put my gaping pussy only a few inches from the top of the table. Actually my whole body was trembling as I strained to suck in my stomach as much as possible while pushing out my tits.
"Wow! You look fantastic. Stay that way while I get the mirror so you can see."
He brought in the mirror from the bedroom. He was right! My body had never looked this good to me. Then he took the soft whip and began lightly tapping my right breast starting at the top then around counting as he went, at the count of nine and ten he was tapping the upper part of my nipple then the lower part. By then I was panting in excitement.
"Just as I thought it will take ten lashes to each tit to make them completely red. Ask me to give you twenty lashes on your tits."
He hadn't hit me that many times the first time when I was near orgasm and it still hurt very badly. I could not imagine how bad it would be without being excited. In spite of that the idea excited me more but I thought I should protest to convince both of us I was being forced into it.
"Oh no. Do I have to? Couldn't you spank me a little first to get me ready for it."
"You are arguing with me. If I get mad I will use the 'Cat'."
"Oh God, no. Please give me twenty lashes on my tits with the soft whip. I want you to do it as hard as you want."
"Fine. Tilt you head back. I don't want to hit your face."
God knows I didn't want that either. When my head was tilted back as far as I could get it he began to whip the top parts of my breasts. The whip made a loud "Smack" with each lash. It hurt even worse than I imagined. After the sixth one which left the tops of both of them fiery red he stopped. I was hoping he had changed his mind when he saw the tears flowing from my eyes but this was not to be.
"This is really exciting! I think you should see it. I will give you the rest from behind you so you can see it in the mirror."
He stepped behind me and proceeded to bring the whip over my shoulders. He must have practiced because the end of the whip always hit the base of my breasts without hitting the chest or ribs. For some reason watching my tits bob around on my chest and turn red changed the pain to growing excitement. He finished with four lashes to my nipples which should have hurt terribly but instead just sent shock waves to my pussy. He stopped and watched me pant and shudder for awhile just at the edge of a fantastic orgasm. I watched in awe as pussy juice dripped out of my pussy to make a small pool on the table. Just as I was about to beg him to fuck me, he spoke.
"You probably need ten more on your pussy. Don't you?" His voice was trembling with excitement.
"Yes oh yes. Please give me ten more on my pussy."
This was unreal! I watched in total fascination as my poor hairless pussy was wrenched out of shape as he brought the whip over my shoulder to cover every inch of it with the end of the whip hitting my ass-hole. By the fifth lash I was cumming by the tenth I just fell over on my side sobbing and convulsing.
He left for a minute to get some salve then picked me up and put me on the couch to caress my red skin with the salve. I felt totally relaxed and must have dropped off to sleep.
I woke up hearing a slapping sound. When I opened my eyes he was watching the tape he had just made. I awoke just in time to see the whip falling on my nipples. He didn't have to edit this tape. Anyone would be convinced I wanted to be whipped the way I was begging for the lashes to my pussy. My excitement was obvious not only by my actions but by the fact pussy juice splattered every time he hit the center of my gash.
"God. I am so proud of you. Just look at you! You never tried to avoid the whip and you never screamed. Not even once. Your moans and sobs don't seem to come from pain. They are just the sounds any woman makes when they are trying to come."
"I don't feel proud. I just feel ashamed to be such a terrible slut."
"Don't be silly. You should be proud to be such a wonderful passionate woman. You are very rare. None of your friends could be this brave."