He had me turn slowly in front of him then said I had a little stubble on my pussy he needed to shave off because he had a very special client he wanted to impress. It always excited me to have him shave me not only from having my pussy pulled and pinched to get every hair but also from the fear of being cut by the razor. My body was trembling when he said that he had a very special costume. He gave me a box that contained two gold coins and a two inch by eight inch piece of gold lame cloth with a nylon thread threaded through a hem. I guessed it would be a loincloth to hide my slit and turned the coins over to see if they had glue or something to hold them to my nipples. The backs had large gold safety pins. He confirmed my fear by saying, "Your nipples will have to be pierced to hold them. Will you need to be tied for it?" I would have preferred it but I wanted to be brave so I just shook my head.

He had me kneel in front of him and hold up my breasts tightly with my hands. Then he took two large needles out of the box that had held the costume. He pulled out one nipple at a time with his left hand so he could slowly push the needles through my nipples. I gasped and clenched my teeth against the pain and squeezed my breasts so hard they were throbbing to suppress my screams. At least when my ears were pierced it was done quickly. He said, I am proud of you for taking that quietly. When the bleeding stops we will put on the coins." I have small pink nipples but they were still barely covered by the coins and the loincloth only covered the center of my pussy. I said, "I can't wear this in public. I will be arrested." I know that. "You can wear your fur jacket over it." That still barely covered my ass and I was constantly aware how naked I was on the way to his office by the sensuous feel of the leather seat on my bare ass. He took me to lunch before we went to the office. He ordered for both of us. I couldn't without a quavering voice because while the waiter wrote down the order his fingers were in my pussy twiddling my clit. Lunch arrived quickly or I am sure people might have thought I had a seizure when I came. Coming so close to orgasm with the excitement of being fingered in the crowded restaurant kept me excited until I was in his office. I hugged and kissed him hoping he would relieve my tension but he said we have to hurry. He will be here soon. If he signs up he will bring me over a hundred "K" a year. He took me into a room by his office. There were hooks in the ceiling and floor. He had me take off my coat then tied me very tightly in an "X" position. He said, "You look beautiful baby. I expect you to be very brave." He took my bootlace whip out of his brief case and looped it around my neck tucking the handle and laces into my cleavage. I knew I would be whipped with my favorite whip and my excitement began to build. I heard his appointment come in and their conversation. The man seemed a little doubtful over Joe handling him since most of Joe's experience was with models and a couple of girl singers he had working in Vegas. Joe said, "I have a present for you. I understand you are into S&M and like to gamble. This girl is very brave. If you can make her beg you to fuck her within thirty lashes with the whip I will cut my commission to eight per cent." The man laughed and said, "You are going to be working cheap man. I know all their sensitive places." Joe led him in and the man I recognized as a lead singer I had seen on MTV looked at me hungrily. then he said, "She is beautiful. I will really enjoy making the great boobs bounce but you are trying to cheat me. You have her pussy and nipples covered up." "Joe said, "If that bothers you get rid of them." He came over to me and ripped off my loincloth. "Great! She has a shaved pussy so no hair will protect it." Then he pulled my nipples way out making me gasp to see how to detach them. Actually he made a mistake. The whip jerking on the coins to my freshly pierced nipples would have hurt more than having them bare. Any other whip would have forced me to beg for his dick because all thirty lashes went either to my breasts or up into my pussy. He hit harder and harder while yelling, "Beg for my prick, You little bitch."

I didn't need his dick. I was in orgasm by the twentieth lash. My screams from the orgasm encouraged him to hit even harder. When he quit he was as covered with sweat as I was and panting almost as hard. "He said, "To hell with it. I am fucking her anyway." Joe just laughed and said, "Help yourself." He dropped his jeans revealing he did not wear shorts and a raging hard-on. I was grateful Joe gave him permission because his powerful thrusts kept my orgasms going. When he came he pulled up his jeans and said, "Don't you wish you had begged for it?" I told him yes and that he was wonderful and meant it. He went into the office and signed the contract then left. Joe came in grinning like crazy. "You were wonderful Baby. You really turned into an asset. Now that I have him I can get others." I was really happy that I could help him and at the same time have great orgasms. From then on I entertained a lot of his clients. He began having them come to our house so we could have privacy. They all were much different in the things that excited them but all involved at least a little pain because they were all rich enough to hire hookers just for regular sex. Even the ones that just wanted me to do a slow strip-tease and then blow them would want to whip me or put alligator clamps on me while I blew them to make me work desperately to get them off quickly. The one exception was a girl that asked to have me dressed in a police uniform to whip her pussy and breasts with the pussywhip until she "Confessed" then go down on her for a reward. I discovered why people became so excited whipping me because it really excited me to whip her especially since I knew exactly what she was feeling. She was a real exception. Most of the women were really cruel. They concentrated on my sensitive nipples, clitoris and asshole until I was so sore their tongues would feel like rasps when they licked me. I entered a whole new dimension of pain and humiliation at the next party. It lasted forever! Joe put on alligator clamps with big lead balls hanging from them on my nipples and pussy lips. I had to do a striptease to music with a fast beat. I am sure the audience wondered why I gasped and yipped at my fast movements but understood when I took off the loose blouse to reveal the weights jerking at my nipples causing terrible bites as I swung or bounced my tits. They cheered and cheered again when my skirt came off so they could see my pussy lips jerk and twist as I moved. The pain and excitement of their cheers and applause set of a series of orgasms that would be repeated for the rest of the night. After my dance I had to go down on anyone who wanted it and they all did so they could pull on my weights while I blew them. I swallowed so much cum and pussy juice I felt sick and Joe took off the weights to give me a break to circulate for anyone to feel my breasts or put their fingers in my pussy. This brought on a new experience. One girl had me sit on the edge of the couch while she worked her fingers in my pussy until her hand was wet enough to slide it into me up to her wrists. She closed her hand into a fist and began pumping while her husband spanked my nipples with the backs of his fingers. I had a glorious orgasm. For the rest of the night I had to assume any position they liked to have my out thrust breasts, pussy, or butt be whipped with belts, whips or worst with a metal coathanger that caused several small cuts to my stomach while I was bent over backward on a big footstool. Eventually I became so exhausted from the pain and orgasms I could no longer stand up but even that did not relieve me. I was hung from the ceiling standing on my knees so anyone who wanted could whip me or push their dicks and pussies into my mouth. I was too tired to suck them so the men would just fuck my mouth and throat or the women would use my nose as a dildo until I finally became unconscious. I don't remember getting home but I slept well into the next afternoon. When I finally woke up to inspect my body I found that it was pretty well healed except the cuts from the coat hanger. I begged Joe not to let them cut me and he agreed and spent hours putting on salve and hugging and kissing me. By this time in my life I was proud that I could accept an incredible amount of pain and no longer dreaded a session even though I would not know what would happen to me. Of course Joe was proud to own me and took me with him almost all the time I did not have to stay home to heal. Now that he was making tons of money we were able to travel to all kinds of exotic places. I loved travelling which convinced me that even the pain too severe to let me have orgasms was worth it. On one of our trips to Mexico the cab driver told Joe that there was a sex show in town that was really exciting. Joe told him to take us to it. We were there early and I got a little bored just watching girls strip and suggested we leave to go back to our hotel for sex but Joe said the main acts were still to come and that it would get better.

It did! They began live sex acts and then a girl stripped and lit a big candle she ran over her body to redden the skin of her breasts and over her pussy which had already had the hair burned off so you could see the skin redden on her bald pussy. She finished the act by jamming the candle into her pussy. For the next act a girl stripped then began whipping her body with a thong whip in time with the music. It was obvious it was a real whip because it left welts. She finished with several lashes to her cunt until she collapsed to the floor in orgasm. The lights dimmed while two men carried her away. I told Joe that it looked terrifically exciting to be whipped in front of all those people and that maybe I should do a dance like that for his guests at the next party. He agreed then excused himself. I assumed he was going to the toilet. There was an intermission so I went myself a little giddy from the Margueritas we had been drinking. I came back in the midst of a long introduction. I couldn't understand a word in Spanish but Joe interpreted saying a girl had been sent to them by her parents for performing a sin against God by sleeping with a man before marriage and would be punished severely for it. I don't think it was an act. She was very young about fifteen and really looked frightened as two men with thong whips dangling from their belts dragged her onto the stage where a big crucifix had been set up. There was a long production to let the audience build excitement. They slowly ripped off her cheap cotton dress, her slip, then her panties and bra to reveal a great body with firm round tits and a flat stomach while she screamed and sobbed. Another man came out to hold her up against the cross for them to loop rope around her arms to lock them to the cross bars. The man that had held her up went behind the curtain to return with a huge block of wood that was covered with sharp nails. He held it up grinning while the audience cheered then pulled out her body so it could be clamped to the post behind her butt. When they let her legs go her butt crashed against the nails making her scream and frantically push her feet against the post to push her butt forward making her pussy fully visible. Each of them grabbed an ankle to pull her legs behind the post to put handcuffs on them and a rope to hold her legs bent. Naturally this caused her butt to hit the nails again causing her screams to intensify. When they let her legs go she frantically arched her back to pull her butt away then gripped the post with her lower legs to hold it in position. The man who had lifted her grinned at the audience and began rattling in Spanish. I asked Joe what he said and he told me that he was going to do something to make the whip marks more visible. He turned back to her to reach out to rip out a clump of her thick black pussy hair. The pain caused her to lose her grip on the post and her ass hit the nails again. He didn't let her pull back. He pressed against her stomach with his left hand while he ripped out hair with his right. Her struggles must have caused the nails to sink in everywhere and he kept jerking out hair until none were visible and her pussy was all red in the bright light.

When he released her stomach she used the last of her strength to push out and get a new grip on the post but it was not to last. They moved to each side of her then began whipping the whole front of her body. She would flinch back only to drive the nails into her ass and struggle to push forward again. Finally she just gave up and hung there making hoarse cries while the whips yanked her breasts and pussy lips and blood dripped to her knees from her torn butt. At the end they both concentrated on her pussy making the ends of their thongs go into her gash until her head dropped signalling she had fainted. I became so excited my panties were soaked with my pussy juice.

There was a short intermission while they took her loose from her bonds and carried her away. The announcer began talking again. I assumed he was wishing the audience goodnight since the last act had to be the last when I suddenly heard him say my name. I asked Joe what he was talking about and he said, He is announcing that the scheduled show was over but one of their american friends, you, had volunteered to prove her courage. He is saying that unlike the previous girl you are true to your man and said you would take up to a hundred lashes without agreeing to let anyone else make love to you.