Note from the author: I would like everyone that already read part 2 to know a couple of things before reading part 3. First, I am sorry I missed so many typos; I know that it bothers me when I read a story with too many so I hope it did not spoil it for you. In my defense I find, that as I write this tale, my level of excitement keeps my mind a little unfocused. Secondly, I would like to ask that you all use your imaginations to edit out the last paragraph of part two. When I started part three I found that I needed to go over many important events that took place prior to getting on the plane. Cara will get on the plane but not until part 4 toward the end. I hope you enjoy the rest and I apologize for the mistakes: past, present and future.
Cara gets an education (FF, BD, Inter, SM)
Part III - Second chance
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When I opened my eyes it took more than a moment to focus and understand what I was seeing. I saw Joyce by the front door, dressed and about to leave. Kim was kneeling at her feet looking up at her saying something in Thai. Joyce pointed at me and began to talk quickly to Kim - her annoyance was obvious whatever the language.
Kim shook her head saying something when Joyce slapped her across the cheek. The Force caused the little Asian to use her hand to keep from falling. Joyce was very angry and started speaking very loud and fast. Kim dropped her face grabbing the ebony ankle and began showering the leather shoe with kisses. Joyce forcefully pulled her foot away and barked something that caused Kim to jump up and assume the now familiar position thrusting her tits out toward Joyce with fingers laced behind the neck.
Joyce kept speaking Thai with an angry voice. Deliberately, she reached down and grabbed the boyish pierced left nipple of the hot little Asian slave girl. Joyce pulled upward and twisted the nipple until Kim was neither kneeling nor standing as Joyce brought her large full lips very close to the girl's face.
Kim sounded like she must be begging and tears began to flow from her eyes. Her voice came in trembling high-pitched gasps and pleas. Joyce smiled and said something while bringing her lips very close to Kim's. The poor girl tried her best to pucker her lips while crying but the pain from her nipple made her mouth tremble.
Joyce smiled broadly as she kissed the young thing for a moment, all the time pulling and twisting and abusing the nipple. Try as she might Kim could not stop sobbing long enough to return the kiss. That did not seem to bother Joyce, who gave one more terrible twist while licking the tears on the girls face from her chin right to her eyeball.
I had never seen anything like this, Kim half kneeling half squatting, back arched forward trying to ease the strain on her stretched tit flesh with her hands in "the position". And Joyce, fully dressed, long legs bent, leaning over the little beauty and her tongue licking the wide open, tear filled, almond eye.
"Oh dam! She is French kissing her eyeball!" I thought to myself.
After a few seconds Joyce released the tormented girl and gave a push causing Kim to fall back on her heals. Joyce barked a question out to the girl and Kim could not nod her head or cry out fast enough. "Yes! Yes my Queen! I will do that you say!" then sobbing with head cast down, "I always do as you say my Queen". For some reason the tears and sobs of this exotic child-like girl made my stomach flutter and my pussy moist.
Joyce looked over to where I lay naked on my side and said, "Good, you're awake! I have to go and prepare for our departure. We leave for Glory tonight. I have given very detailed instructions to Kim on what I want to be done with you. You will comply with her every instruction or things will not go well for you. I already have the cum on the carpet issue that you will be punished for. Do not make it worse by resisting Kim." She then extended her foot and said in a baby- talk voice, " Come my baby girls! Come show your Queen how much you will miss her."
Kim thrust her sobbing face immediately at Joyce's foot and began to kiss it with fast little pecks all over. Getting the idea I rose to my hands and knees and closed the distance quickly. Leaning down I started to kiss the same foot that Joyce offered to both of us and found that Kim and I were pushing each other out of the way with our heads so that we could shower the foot with our own kisses.
"Two such lovely playthings!" Joyce said with jubilance. "I can't wait to get you both home and into daily training. We are really going to have some great fun!" then as she kicked her foot pushing us both off. She said, "Well, at least I will be having great fun. You two may be having a bit of an uncomfortable time of it" Laughing Joyce turned and exited the Condo with a loud SLAM! of the door.
Kim sniffled while drawing her forearm across the underside of her nose. She then wiped her teary eyes with the palms of her hands composing herself until the sobs stopped and her breathing returned to normal. Rising up off the floor she bent and offered me her hand. Pulling me to my feet she put a sweet smile on her tear streaked puffy red face. "Come" she said softly holding my hand and walking toward the master suite.
As we entered the bedroom she pointed at the bed and told me to lay down, "I will draw a bath for us both. You rest."
I lay down on the soft mattress and watched as she walked into the master bath. I could clearly see her start the bath water and then she walked out of sight for a moment. When she came back she had towels, wash clothes and bubble bath. She poured in the bath soap and then walked from the bath to the front room returning moments later with the nylon bag that had held the dildo. A few minutes later the bath was full of steaming bubbly water and she looked over and said, "Please come."
I got up off the bed and found that my body felt as if I had been through a tough day at the gym. Kim motioned to the hot water saying, "Please" gesturing that I should get in.
I eased into the hot bath and found a comfortable position. I could see in the mirror that Kim was busy detaching the chains from her pierced nipples, belly button and pussy lips. The rings however remained dangling from their lovely little pieces of pierced flesh. Kim took one of the wash clothes and gently put her soft hand on my back urging me to scoot forward. I watched her lovely little foot slip into the space behind me followed by the rest of her tiny frame.
I felt her start to wash my back with the cloth and her other hand caressed the back of my neck. She began to speak with her sexy accented English, "Our Queen is very pleased that you changed your mind. The day in the limo she was very unhappy, she punish me all night and the whole next day because of it. But now she is happy, you will be happy too when you get to Glory."
"What do you mean, where is Glory?" I asked.
"Glory is the name of her estate in mountains", Kim answered. "It very large and mountains are very peaceful and serine." she continued, "I have been very happy there with my Lady. I don't know what I will do without her when I have to leave".
"What do you mean 'When you have to leave'?" I asked.
"In one year it is time for me to leave. My.. ahh - arrangement will be finished and no one can stay longer than that. I hope that she will find employment for me with one of her companies", she continued. "Sometimes when she really likes one of her girls she give them job so that girl can still service her sometime", Kim went on, "She keep many girl from all over world but never more than five year. My Queen take in many girl and help them to ready for life with training and education. She also give much money to girl when time is done", she said with her broken English.
"How did you end up like this, with her?" I asked. "My Queen found me in Thailand four year ago. My mother sold me to a sex house; I was used by all sorts of men. I only 13 year when I take my first cock. I was 15 first time I get hung by my hands and beaten by men. After beating they fuck me with cock, stick and sometime hand." she said putting her fist in my face making a twisting motion while thrusting upward. "After then I became torture thing for many customer", she started to wash my breasts with the wash cloth as she continued her story. "I do that four year until my Queen save me. She pay for week and beat me every day, but it was not bad like men. After she make pain she make me feel real good. I never have anyone care if I'm happy. At end of week she buy me from owner, I very happy then. Still very happy"
"That sounds like a hard childhood, sold by your by your mother!" I said.
"It happen all the time in my country. Family sell some children so can feed all other children. I sold to help little brothers and sisters, mother still love me." she whispered. The wash clothe moved down to my stomach in a circular motion. "My Queen give me schooling where they train me in account keeping so I can earn money when time up, she also teach me English but I am not so good yet. She feed whole family in Thailand so no other brother or sister sold. She is great lady and I love her very much." she said.
She stopped talking then and used her hands to urge me up on my knees. The wash clothe then dipped down to my pussy and started to move up and down my crack. Passing it under my legs to her other hand she also scrubbed my ass crack. She then said I should turn and face her so I did. Reaching into the water she found my left foot and brought it up out of the water. Leaning back I closed my eyes as she gently washed the sole of my foot then up my inner leg. She then took my ankle and put it up on her shoulder so she could reach my inner thigh. Scrubbing every inch of that leg and the other she said it was time for her turn.
I took the cloth and still facing her I dipped it into the water and brought it back up to her shoulder. I tentatively started to wash her shoulder, neck then her upper chest. I started washing her breasts and getting my first real good look at her pierced nipples. The rings were gold and went right through the tip of the nipple. Reaching out with my free hand I picked it up between finger and thumb and lifted up on it until her tit flesh was slightly stretched. I let go and watched her small breast snap back, I looked at her breast and noticed some small round scars. "Did Joyce do that to you?" I asked while continuing to wash her.
"No, no she has never left permanent mark I did not want. That cigarette burn come from man back in my country." she said in a barely audible voice. "He used to like to hurt me very much. He pay owner extra so he could make me bleed or burn my skin. When this happen he hang me up by hands and stretch legs far apart with chains on ceiling. I hang in air like I lay on table but table not make you feel like arms rip out of shoulder," said Kim touching her shoulder. "He smoke cigarette and start to burn me. He burn bottom of my feet and up leg here" she raised her leg out of the bath and pointed at her inner calf and moved her pointing finger up to her inner thigh. Lowering her leg into my lap and leaning back against the far end of the tub she continued, "After legs he move to armpit then side of ribs then here", she said cupping her small breast. "He burn them all over until I almost pass out. I scream but no one care. Owner and some girls sit and watch while he do this to me. When he burn my pussy I almost wish to die and when he burn me here," she said thrusting her crotch up out of the water and pointing at her clit, "that when I pass out. But he not stop, owner put something under my nose that wake me up. Then the customer and owner fuck me in every hole and the girls slapping my burns with hands. All people there enjoy my pain; they like to make me scream. Girls laugh and hurt me too. Sometime men would pay owner to use me for toilet. I would have to lie on floor while many man stand around and pee, they make me open mouth and taste, drink. Owner make much money when that happen."
I finished washing Kim almost all over but I still had her pussy to wash. I asked her to get up on her knees but she stood up instead. She put one leg up on the side of the tub giving me a clear view and clear access to her sex. Taking the washcloth I gently swabbed there taking a good look at it.
She had a remarkably small pussy and I wished I could kiss it. It had no hair and her lips where brown on the outside and light pink inside. I reached up with my bare hand and touched the rings that hung down. Four gold rings smaller than a pinky ring, hung from her pussy lips. I dropped the cloth and used both hands to pull the lips apart so I could see the little pink flower on the inside. I leaned forward and sniffed it and said, "Almost all clean but I don't think the cloth is working well enough". With a smile on my face I suck my tongue out and gave her a lick from the bottom to the top of her cunt. She grabbed the back of my head to steady herself and let out a little sigh.
As I licked and nuzzled her pussy lips she said to me "Our Queen gave me permission to take pleasure from you today as much as I wanted. The only thing is we have not much time to finish with you. You please take my clit and make me cum now so we can finish".
With this said she started to massage my shoulders and instructed me on where and how hard I should suck. She was not forceful like Joyce had been. She waited for me to do my thing and soon I had her shaking through her third orgasm of the day.
Once Kim had finished she washed her snatch one more time and motioned me out of the tub.
Standing on the cold bathroom tile floor, she used a bath towel to dry me off while the tub drained." Thank you for that", she said smiling up from her kneeling position as she dried my legs.
She told me that Joyce had given her instructions to shave my body. I did not entirely understand what she meant and as she started with my legs, then my pussy and armpits I did not really object. After that she told me to sit down on the side of the tub and pulled a large pair of shears from their bag. She took hold of my hair and moved the shears to cut it about two inches from my head. I jumped up and ripped my hair from her grip yelling, "what are you doing!"
"Our Queen was very sure of this. She want you with no hair, no hair anywhere. She say she punish us both if you have hair when arrive to plane." she said matter of factually.
"You sit and hold still now, I don't want hurt to you" she said firmly.
"No way you cut my hair Kim!" I said, "No Way!"
"You want to quit already?" she asked with sadness in her eyes.
"I am not quitting anything I just won't let you cut my hair!" I said defiantly while taking a step back.
It was then that her foot came up with a lightning fast round house kick, catching me in that soft spot just under the ribs, with such force I fell to my knees gasping for air.
"I never understand why she not want this. Hair make such good handle." Kim said as she wrapped her fingers in my hair and dragged me toward the bedroom. "You make me do that" she went on, "You have to learn listen when I tell you something!" She dragged me to the bed as I struggled for breathe and my footing.
She used my hair to pull me, still gasping, to my feet then she hit me one more time in my kidney causing me to crumple onto the bed. I laid gasping and crying on the bed while watching her through my watering eyes as she pulled some cuffs and ropes from the nylon bag.
"My Queen tell me that if you not do what told even onetime that I must whip you", said Kim while grabbing one wrist at a time cuffing them to either side of the head board. Next she grabbed my right ankle and wrapped a nylon Velcro cuff around it. "If you not fight I make it short but if you fight I hurt you more. You understand?" she said with a sympathetic voice. "She tell what whip and everything to do on you", she said as the second cuff went on my other ankle. "You have very lovely hair, I no want to cut but that what she say" Kim pulled the ropes attached to the cuffs until my feet stretched to the far corners of the bed. "I think your hair very nice but she my Queen, your Queen too. We here to please her only"
Before my breathing returned to normal I found myself laying spread eagle on my back looking up at that dainty, pierced little slave girl through my tear filled eyes.
"I have to beat you hard but I not want to. You take punishment, you no more fight - I stop soon OK?"
She pulled a black whip with many 2' strands of leather out of the bag and swung it through the air with a whistle and a crack. I flinched at the sound of the crack.
"Please Kim, I won't fight. Please just let me go and I won't ever fight again" I begged.
"I must," she said swinging the whip down on my stomach with great force.
The pain stopped my begging as my back arched and my eyes felt as if they would pop from their sockets. The whip whistled again and hit just inches above the first causing me to cry out "Ooooh Kim!! Please..."
The third stroke hit my thrust up breasts with a whistle and crack, "Please Please!! Oooooh - FUCK!!! Kim! Pleeeaasseee don't!"
Number four caught both nipples and a lot of tit flesh as well, "OoooohOOhooo!! Please I beg you don't hit me there again, please I'll do anything if you will STOOOOOPPP!!!" I screeched.
Strokes five through 10 were focused on my breasts and armpits. I kept screaming and jerking around on the bed while this fragile little Asian bitch whipped me hard. I had been spanked a few times but this was very different. I was screaming so loud that if the people next door had not all been at work I am sure they would have thought I was dieing.
"She told no less than fifty on breast if you not do what I say", she said between lashes.
"Nooooo! You have to stop... Im begging-please-please-kiiiiiimmmmmm-sssstop!" I squealed.
Kim kept right on going, neither slowing nor easing up on the task. Every stroke now beat down on my angry red tit flesh causing them to do a little obscene, jiggling-dance, under the impacts of each violent stroke.
"You almost half way there" she said just before bringing the whip down again directly on my nipples and surrounding flesh. "Twenty", she counted.
The pain was too much and I screamed, "No...no you have to stop! I can't take it! Dam it Kim YOU HAVE TO STOP NOOOOOW!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMOOOOORE!!! STOOOOPPPPPPPP IT NOWWWW!!!"
"If you no take then you must leave and never come with us" she said with a dead serious tone in her voice.
"I don't care you have to stop NOWWW!" I screeched.
Suddenly she stopped and frowning she shook her head, "You sure?" "Yes, Kim I can't take anymore", I answered.
She laid the whip down on top of my hips and picked up the phone by the bed and dialed.
"That too bad Cara. I look forward to having you at Glory". Then turning she spoke into the phone with a hushed tone.
She sat on the bed and started to undo the ropes saying, "My Queen said you could take anything that is yours including gifts Jonathan gave you."
Then when she had just finished my ankles the front door opened and Kim called out saying "We in here. Please bring"
Then in came the building doorman carrying two suitcases. When he saw the two of us naked, Kim working on undoing my bonds and me sobbing while trying to cover my bald exposed sex with my leg, his face flushed red and his pants immediately got an obvious bulge in them. Standing there mouth open dumb founded he stared at me. My face burned with a deep shade of red, after all - I knew this man!
Every day he and I exchanged pleasantries as I left for class and every afternoon he handed me our mail and asked how my day had been. And now there I was cuffed to a bed naked with a young nude Asian girl. The red stripes on my exposed breasts were still vivid and my newly shaved pussy was peeking out from between my closed thighs. My hair was a mess and tears streaked down from my puffy red eyes past my runny nose.
"Is everything all right Miss Cara?" he asked.
I thought about what to say. Was everything all right? That was a big question.
"Yes Burt, everything is fine. We were just...I mean - I was....Well its kind of like...", I sniffled and searched for the words.
Kim retrieved some cash from the bag and handing it to him said, "Thank you for assistance. Cara and I are fine we just having fun with each other is all. You understand don't you?".
Stuffing a wad of bills into his hand and guiding him toward the door, the naked little girl showed him out, "Thank you again I hope that enough for your trouble".
From outside in the hall he looked down at four hundred cash and said, "Hell yes that's enough, its just...Are you sure everything is alright?".
"Yes Burt I sure it alright. You act like you never see lesbian sex slave before", she said as she closed the door in his face. "Thanks again", she yelled through the closed door.
Returning she finished freeing me and said, "These suit cases are a gift from My Queen. She put Two thousand dollar inside small one. She not want you on street with no money. She wish you good luck and is sorry you choose decline offer"
I was still crying from the whipping and the embarrassment from the encounter with Burt but as the shock wore off I realized that things had taken a turn I had not truly intended.
I looked at Kim as she sat on the foot of the bed and assumed a lotus position and started to chant in a very quit voice. Her eyes where closed and she did not open them again.
I slowly got up off the bed and in a daze I walked over to my closet and started running my hand over the clothes as if I was choosing what to take. That is what it looked like but I was not choosing at all. I was thinking about the step I just seemed to have taken, here I was again, unemployed, no place to live, and no car. I had just thrown away a full ticket to an Ivy League school and a half million cash bonus. I had just let all of it slip away.
On the other hand, here was my chance to escape this insanity. I mean could I really give myself over to this kind of life? Here I was with a chance to leave with my things and $2000. It isn't a lot of money but it would keep me off the street for a while. It would be a chance for a different kind of life than what Joyce was offering. I mean what kind of person would I be if I went with them? It was so depraved and it was obvious that I would often suffer pain at her hands. Running my hand over my abused tit flesh, I thought, "Besides that whipping Kim had given me really hurt!
Then again - when I looked very deep - I felt something strange. I felt a yearning to give everything over to the powerful black woman, all my responsibilities, all my worries, all my plans, all my cares.
I thought back to a party at a downtown artist loft I had gone to with my friend Lisa. There was a porn movie showing on a half dozen TV's all over the loft. In the film there was a slave girl getting whipped, tortured and then fucked by a dominant man and woman. I recall saying something derogatory about it and my friend Lisa said something that surprised me. She said, "Yes it looks painful but how wonderful would it be to have someone take care of everything in life and all you had to worry about was giving and receiving pleasure. A little pain from a whipping or two seems a small price for a carefree life. Don't you think?"
Back then I had just laughed but now it came back to me and my mind wrapped around the concept. I thought about the pain of the whipping and then about having my head shaved.
It struck me that it would be less painful than what life on the street would be like, or even if I could find a job and place to live, I would still be barely scraping by for the rest of my life. It also meant no school, no comfort, no future. At least with Joyce I would have my degree, my school and a higher quality of living. Then there was the half million dollars. When would I ever get the chance to have that kind of money all at one time?
"Kim?", I said turning toward her, "Kim, I am really sorry about how I behaved." I walked over to the foot of the bed. "Kim, please forgive me. I've changed my mind and want to go with you. Don't throw me out.", I begged.
She acted like she could not hear me so I dropped to my knee and joined my hands as the tears started flowing, "I was just so un-prepared. It will never happen again. I will take my punishments from now on."
Kim opened her eyes and looked at me with seriousness on her face. She uncrossed her legs and hung them off the edge of the bed.
"Please Kim I want to go with you. I want to serve Joyce, I want to please you both.", I found that tears flowed wetly from my eyes.
When she did not respond I really started to cry in despair. I did not want to miss out on this opportunity. Perverted? Yes. Frightening? Yes. Surreal? Yes. But it was the best chance I had for the life I desired. I wanted a degree, I wanted the finer things in life, I wanted someone else to take care of me, and I wanted to be fucked by Joyce!
"Please Kim, don't put me out on the street. Forgive me, cut my hair and whip my tits! Do as you like with me - just don't leave me behind"
Kim nodded and raised her foot up placing it softly on my mouth, "Shhhhhhh. You quiet and listen". Very quietly she said," Our Queen knew this might happen. She tell me before that if this happened you would have to take bad punishment. 50 on your chest and 25 on your pussy." She continued," If you accept this punishment and give me no more trouble then you may come with us".
I felt relief mixed with a lot of fear of the impending punishment but even with the fear I felt like I had to thank her. I grabbed her thin little ankle and started to kiss the bottom of her foot. I kissed it and she looked down on me with an understanding smile. "Stop that now my good little girl" she said.
When I stopped she took the bottom of her foot and used it to wipe the tears from one cheek. "You have worse punishment now but you have to take it. If not I can help no more. You understand?" she said taking away her caressing foot and standing up.
"I can do it", I thought to myself. "All I have to do is stay calm and let her have her way, all I have to do is submit and shut up."
Out loud I said, "I will submit to you what ever you want. Take my hair, beat my tits, hurt my pussy, I am here to do as you wish."
"Good", she said, "Get up on the bed and lay on your back. Grab the headboard with your hands and spread your feet as far apart as you can."
I got up on the bed and assumed the requested position and waited for her to tie me up.
"Close your eyes now", Kim said to me and I did as she put a fur lined blind fold over them. I lay there waiting for the cuffs and ropes. Suddenly I heard a whistle and crack of the whip, it took a moment for the pain to register but then I felt the stinging pain a split second after the sound. My body reacted on its own, first by thrusting itself up in a horizontal spasmodic leap. Then by forcing itself into a little ball.
I felt Kim's hand brushing back the hair from my face and heard her voice saying, "This punishment no ropes. My Lady insisted that if you ask to leave then come back you must submit of your own power. She said that if you don't lie still for whipping you must leave. I know it hard but I must do and so must you."
"Oooh Kim" I sobbed, "I want to but I don't think I can hold still. I think that I will fail. Please won't you tie me up so I can't move?"
"No, I so sorry if you take first time she say I can tie but she very clear, second chance no rope, no help." Kim went on, "You must want it so bad you overcome your own body. You must be strong and you will get through. I will stop if you ask but second chance is last chance."
"I must do it then", I replied.
So spreading my legs wide and grabbing the headboard I readied for my test. I heard the whip whistle through the air and felt the wind of it but it did not strike. Never the less I found that my body jerked and my legs came up to my chest.
"You will fail you keep doing that. It help if you go away in mind. I find that if think of sucking on my Queen's feet or pussy help me get through. Now you no more move, OK?" Kim said while slashing the whip through the air just off my flesh.
The more she did it the more I was able to hold still. I had gained enough control to stop flinching from the fake swings when crack! The pain and shock caused me to jerk my butt up off the bed but I kept my hands on the headboard and my legs well apart.
"You will count them off." Kim said bringing the whip down on my breasts again. Crack! "Three!" I cried out through my gasps. "What happen to one?" she asked. Crack! "Oaaane!", I screamed as my body came back to the bed in position. Crack! "Twooooohhhoooo!", I sobbed jerking into the air but not protecting. Crack! "Threeeeeeeeeee! Ohooh--Kiiimmmm!" "Keep going your doing it", she comforted. Crack! By the time I counted twenty-five I was sure that my tits where shredded mounds of flesh. I just knew that they were bleeding and ruined but I had twenty-five more to go.
I tried to think about Joyce and I found that as I imagined having her fuck me the way she had done Kim I could drift out of my body. I was still feeling the numbing pain coming from my whole chest area and I was yelling and screaming in an attempt to ease the pain. I was having trouble breathing and the amount of tears I cried was making the sheet below my head wet. It seemed like forever and it seemed like no time at all when I heard myself screaming "Fifty!!!".
I felt the bed depress next to me as Kim sat down. Then she took off the blindfold and my watery eyes began to focus. I looked down at my tits and to my surprise there was no blood, no cuts, just some bad welts and flaming red skin. My chest was heaving and my sobbing was uncontrollable.
"See, I knew you could do it", she said running a finger nail over one my enflamed titties.
There began a swelling feeling inside me and found that I was proud of my achievement. She looked down at me and kept playing her nail over my nipple with a smile that I now desired to cause more than anything else.
After some time passed my sobbing eased and my trembling subsided slightly.
"You ready for rest?" she said with a smile. "This going to be worse but I think you do it. If you think you going to fail just think that tit whipping be big waste if not finish" She grabbed both of my ankles and said, "Grab the head board". I did.
"Now I am going to put your feet right here", she said as she pushing my feet between the wood posts of the headboard, causing me to double over. In this position I was looking straight up at my shaved pussy and my asshole was pointing straight at the ceiling.
Kim stood with one foot on the floor and one Knee on the bed just below my ass. "You hold still now and count. You understand?" she said.
"Yes Kim, Please just lets get it over with." I whined.
From my perspective I could see my flaming red, welted and swollen tits then I could see my puffy lipped bald pussy. I also could see that there was fluid running out of that bald pussy. Some how during my whipping I had responded in way most unexpected - I had gotten sexually excited!
While I was pondering this most curious reaction to the pain Kim delivered the first lash on my un-protected pussy. I could see the lashes as they fist impacted on my asshole then wrapping themselves around my groin until the ends found my clit. The pain was so bad that I thought I would pass out. The sound that came out of my mouth was the most foreign sounding animal noise I had ever uttered. My whole body convulsed and I could feel the edge of the wood my ankles were caught on give under the strength of my body's reaction.
"You forgot count," said my Asian tormentor.
Whap! Came the second lash and I screamed so loud I thought I would burst a muscle in my stomach. Breathing in spasmodic gasps I squeaked, "ONE!" in a high-pitched voice not my own.
Whap! Came number three and my feet slipped from their spot on the headboard - "TWOOOOOOOOO-OHHHH-OOOOO!"
As soon as my feet hit the bed I pulled them back up over my head and clutched at the edge of the headboard with my toes.
"Very good girl" said Kim.
Whap! "FOUUURRRRR-FUCK That hurts!!!"
Whap! "FIIIVVVEEEE!!"
This went on for five more strokes. Her bringing the whip down onto my sensitive pussy and me trying to hang on and count. Several times the toes on one foot or the other would loose there grip but I would get them back on the head board before she swung the next stroke. By the time she had hit me with seven the impact of the whip was causing the fluid from my pussy to splatter on my tits and face.
I could smell my own sexual hunger potently wafting out of my abused sex. The truth was that this was making me excited in some perverted way I could not understand. I had never felt pain even remotely this potent but my pussy was showing it's own approval aside from the logic that controlled my mind. When I counted off the tenth stroke Kim stopped and told me it was over.
I was confused, I mean - I had controlled myself, I had submitted!
"I failed? Please Kim - I was really trying. Please don't, I can finish, I know I can! Please keep going, I promise I will do better just don't stop - I'm begging you. Not when I am so close", I was babbling. I could not help it, I wanted this chance. More than I could explain I felt like I deserved this now.
"Kim, tell me you will keep going, I am begging - Pleasmmmm", I was cut off as Kim put her hand over my mouth sealing it in her soft little palm.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh", one finger to her lips -"Not worry. This what she say for me to do."
I found it was hard to get enough air through my nose because of all the moisture there from my crying. My chest was rising a falling rapidly and with force. I started to swoon from it all but she removed her hand in time and I sucked in the full cool air.
"She say to me that if you take ten that is enough", she whispered. "She say your first good pussy whipping should be from her. She only want to see you mean to stay. No middle of road she want you to want to be here"
I felt a degree of relief that made me feel like I was just accepted into Harvard. In a way, the truth is - Maybe I was just accepted into Harvard!"
To be continued....
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