Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 06:33:14 UT
From: Robin Getz <robyngyrl@myfastmail.com>
Subject: Cara gets an education Part III

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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