Bill ran in yelling at me to come upstairs because he had something to show me.

"Lena! This is great! I have a new friend who's Dad owns a sex shop. Look at these magazines."

They solved the problem of trying to think up fantasies. There were gobs of pictures of women in all kinds of bondage, costumes, and being stimulated by pain in all kinds of ways. I dog-eared the pages of the things that most excited me or Bill.

"That is not all. look at this!"

He pulled a rubber dick out of his pocket that really looked real. I looked and felt of it then he turned a switch at the base. It began to vibrate!

"This will be great! Remember how much you liked having dicks in your ass and your pussy at the same time?" We can do it anytime with this in either hole."

It was hell waiting for our folks to go to bed Finally Mom said, "You kids are driving me crazy pacing around. If you don't want to watch TV go upstairs and study."

We tried to be casual going up walking slowly.

The fake dick was great! Once he had his dick in my pussy he put the fake in my butt. It not only vibrated it made his vibrate too. We enjoyed it so much I was afraid Mom might hear Bill's moans so I held my hand over his mouth then pulled it into my nipple. We tried it in both holes I found it was best for Bill to fuck my ass while he held the fake tight against my pussy at top speed.

That weekend Bill and I went to the college library to read everything we could on sadism, masochism, corporal punishment, and torture. I recognized the fact that I was a masochist and everything mentioned under that and most of corporal punishment appealed to me. Torture was something else. It always seemed to involve burning, cutting, dislocations, or electrocution. Joys of torture seemed incongruous.

I was very apprehensive at school Monday. I kept picturing myself tied up while red hot pokers were pushed into my nipples or pussy or whipped with electrical wires.

The ten of us elite girls always ate together. They were no help at all. They said things like, "The school nurse should be able to fix you up so you won't have to go to the hospital", and "Don't worry they will give you a ride home. There is no way you will be able to walk." I couldn't believe they could be so mean as to giggle after saying that. I got so frightened Buffy took me aside and said they were teasing me. The principal considered this voluntary and if something hurt too much I would just say "Mercy." and he would stop. "Remember when you talked to me after my session? I had cum so hard I was like a walking zombie. I had dreams about it for a week. I know you like pain as much as I do."

I wasn't so sure. At our cheating whipping in the auditorium she had absorbed as many lashes as me with the bad whip and stayed conscious. I wasn't sure I could have.

I was so frightened I couldn't get excited at punishment time when one of the girls chose position three for her thirty lashes.

I walked slowly to the principal's office hardly noticing the giggling girls running to the basement.

When I went into his office he smiled and kissed me then had me sit down.

He poured a small glass of whisky for each of us. My folks had liquor so Bill and I had drank small amounts they would not miss. I took it gratefully and sipped on it as he talked.

"These sessions will test how much pain you can enjoy. The key word here is enjoy. I want you to obtain orgasms from pain. If something hurts too much for you to build excitement to a crashing climax you only have to say, 'Mercy' and I will stop what I am doing to move on to something else to help you on your way. When you reach climax I will either fuck you or lick your pussy. Since you will be too excited to make a choice then I will ask you now whether you prefer being fucked or licked first?"

I remembered the big lump he had in his pants at the auditorium so I said fucked and then had to choose my ass or pussy. I decided on pussy.

He took me in the other room and took off my clothes stroking my body as it was revealed. It felt great and I was already excited when he put me face up on the "T" shaped table to put padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then he began turning the winch behind my head to pull my arms tight. Then he moved to my legs and began turning the winch out to the sides of my hips. I looked up at a huge mirror in the ceiling to watch my legs being pulled apart until I was doing the splits. He kept turning it slowly till I began to feel pain in my legs and hips. When it got bad I said, "Mercy," My legs in the mirror were at right angles to my butt and the tendons in my thighs were standing out. Then he went to my arms to tighten them while watching the mirror to leave my pussy and inner thighs just off the edge.

He went to a cabinet and brought back a box then took out a long pin with an ornate head. He said, "These have been sterilized so you won't be infected. One will go through the lips of your pussy the other two will go through your nipples. The pain is nothing compared to having them whipped."

That may have been true but it was frightening. He made it hurt as much as possible by pushing them through very slowly. My pussy was not too bad but the nipples really hurt. I screamed but he ignored that since I did not say, "Mercy."

He began flicking them with his fingers and my excitement began building again. He went to the cabinet and brought out two buckets with long nylon cords he rested on my stomach. Then he put loops at the end of the cords onto the pins lifting the buckets in the air. I could see my pussy lips just above my clit lift up to the ceiling and my nipples stood up. Then he got a box and rested it on my stomach. It was really heavy and flattened my stomach so much I was taking small breaths.

He began taking lead weights out of the box and into the bucket to my pussy. I watched in fascination as the lips stretched and my excitement built till I was afraid the pin would tear through my flesh and moaned, Mercy." He began putting weights in the nipple bucket and I began to pant as my tits formed cones. I yelled "I'm cumming!"

He pushed the box of weights off my stomach and began fucking me. At each lunge the heavy buckets danced jerking on my nipples and pulling my pussy tight against his prick. I screamed and came stronger than ever. I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was lying on the floor with my legs together while he licked and sucked on my nipples. I was totally exhausted and just watched him in the ceiling mirror in pure rapture as his lips moved from my nipples to my pussy and back until I had recovered enough to raise up and push him down on his back so I could suck his dick covered with my juices out of pure gratitude. When he came I rolled his cum around in my mouth with my tongue and smiled at him as I swallowed it.

I asked. "Will it always be like this?"

"If you mean will you always have great orgasms the answer is yes, but if you mean will the method will be the same that is no. The only thing that stays the same is the pain will build slowly until you think you can't take any more but you will. With some of the girls I have to stop because they will never say, "Mercy."

He dressed me and I walked out knowing just how Buffy had felt. My legs were shaking, I felt spacey and I kept getting little after shocks radiating through my body from my pussy.

Bill was not home and I went to bed to fall immediately asleep until I was awakened for dinner.

When my folks went to bed I told Bill about my experience. He was fascinated by my punctured nipples and had me put earrings in the holes so he could pull on them with his teeth. I liked the effect so well I began to wear earrings in them all the time. They didn't work very well to pull on because they would pull out so Bill found some locking gold hoops at his friends sex store. With those I could be tied by them or led by a leash. We found a lot of uses for them.