"Yes. We all know I want to please you." That brought me a hug and a deep kiss that made the girls giggle. Then Mike kissed Trish and said, "You put on a hell of a show and deserve a reward." He licked the scabs on her nipples and then let his mouth slide down to begin licking her slit. Evidentally the others agreed because they gathered around her to kis and caress her entire body while she trembled and panted.

Gary held on to me watching with abroad grin. I am sure he was proud he had turned relatively normal people into thrill starved freaks. When she started making little squeal Mike pulled her down to sit on his dick and we all joined them for a final fuck before they went home. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't forget what Trish had said. I knew that often girls and guys looked like they were in agony when they came and my terible pain could be interpreted as orgasms. Audrey, Buffy and the men probably believed it too. He now had two tapes that made me look like I loved the pain plus now a friend who freely admitted it plus all the footage of me fucking and sucking other men. I was definitely trapped and my only hope was stardom. I knew my life was going to get worse that night when he took my thong whip off the wall to replace it with the snake whip. The thong whip left bearable stings and in all honesty when used lightly could stimulate me into excitement but the snake whip meant only fear and pain. After hanging the whip he turned to me and said, "Who am I?" It seemed like a strange question but I answered, "You are Gary Stevens." "No. I am your master and you are my slave. You will do anything I ask because if you don't you will be severely punished. Do you understand?"

I answered quaveringly, "Yes." "Yes Sir. From now on you will refer to me as Sir." "Yes Sir." "Fine. I am going to give you a test. Get on the bed on your back and put a pillow under your ass then spread your legs as wide as possible." I did as he asked and he got his polaroid. I thought he was just going to use me to get excited for more sex. He began taking pictures of my gaping pussy then had me use my thumbs to pull the lips even more. It seemed sick and I felt humiliated but even that was not enough. He had me masturbate first with one finger then had me add others until I was ramming all four of my fingers into me up to the knuckles. He said, "Are you excited?" "No. I just feel frightened and humiliated.You may show these pictures to your friends." He didn't deny it. He just said, "I guess you are beyond masturbation for excitement. Ask me nicely to give you five lashes on your pussy with my belt."

I immediately clasped both hands over my pussy and begged. "No. Please no. That will hurt awful and I haven't done anything wrong." He said sternly, "I know that. I think it will excite me to watch your pussy redden and quiver and I am sure it will excite you." "No. It won't excite me it will just hurt!" "Would you prefer the alternative?" As he said that he looked at the whip. I saw myself tied open as he hit me over and over with that whip until my poor pussy was a bloody pulp. I gulped and said, "No.Use the belt." "I said, Ask me nicely." I gave up and said, "Please spank my pussy five times with your belt." hoping spank would not be as bad. "Fine. Hold your tits with your hands. If you let go of them to try to protect your cunt I will start over." I gripped my boobs and when he said, "Are you ready?" I whined, "Yes." It was awful. I hurt my boobs as I gripped and jerked on them in the effort not to protect my pussy he hit as hard as he could to cause awful stings even to my clit. When he finshed he just crawled between my legs to force in his dick to pump furiously until he came. For the first time sex did nothing to make up for the pain. Then he just rolled over and when to sleep as I sobbed and cried.

I got up later to see my pussy was maroon colored and still throbbing. I went to the kitchen and got a knife and held it over his chest until I realized that I would just go to the gas chamber if I plunged it into his heart. The next day my pussy had stopped hurting although bruised and I was sure the cops would not have believed that was sufficient cause to kill him especially since I had no rope burns to show I was forced. I still had the hope of stardom but now I went back to thinking of schemes to kill him. Poisons were out since if a perfectly healthy man died there would be an autopsy. Guns were out because I didn't have one and if I bought one it could be traced to me. I didn't have the expertise to sabotage his car and even if I had he could simply be injured rather than killed. I showed him my poor pussy when he came home hoping for sympathy but he just said, "Yeah it is bruised but it shouldn't hurt now." To prove his point he slapped it hard with the back of his fingers causing me to scream and cry as I held my hands over it. He seemed surprized at my reaction and said, "Since you are such a wimp I will hold off punishments for a few days."

By the next night the bruises had faded. He seemed pleased and said, "I have a new client. He should be a gold mine since he produces porn movies. He will be over for dinner tomorrow. Make a prime rib roast." I spent all afternoon buying and preparing dinner to be served at seven. I had to face the fact I would probably have to entertain him and hoped it would just be sex. Gary got home about six and said, "It smells great. It had better be good. Sam is a gourmet." As the roast finished he took me to the bedroom. I was releived when he dressed me in panties and bra and a respectable cocktail dress with only a fairly low neckline. I thought it may just be dinner after all. Sam arrived just before seven and Gary made him a drink while I served the food. He was about sixty and casually dressed in slacks and an expensive silk shirt that showed his muscles. I was glad to be ignored while they talked. Sam seemed proud of himself sasying he had started out as a porn actor and had saved his money until he could produce his first porn movie that was successful enough to finance more. He finished by saying, "I am now king of the S & M flicks."

I suddenly remembered his name. Gary had brought home one of his movies. It had frightened me. Girls had been tied in all kinds of uncomfortable positions to be whipped and sodomized. Now his admiring looks at me made me wonder if he imagined me in his films. Gary said, "The whipping scenes must be faked but it must still be hard to find actresses." He seemed hurt, "They aren't faked. It really hurts but women have a high tolerance for pain. We have girls begging to be in them. You know women will do anything for money." Gary looked at me and said, "Yeah. I can believe that." Sam looked at me and said, "We have women who will do it just to see themselves on a big screen with the only stipulation that they be masked so their friends or husbands will not recognize them. Laura could be a star." I was relieved when Gary laughed and said, "I don't need that kind of publicity." After dinner I served them brandy then stood there awkwardly while Sam mentally undressed me. Gary reached behind the couch to bring out a large box saying, "This is a birthday dinner. Happy Birthday Honey." With everything that had happened I had totally forgotten my birthday and was surprised he remembereed. I opened it awkwardly hoping it would not be something to torture me. I was relieved to see it was a fake fur coat.

Gary said, "Model it for us." I put it on then tried to mimic models on a runway walking smoothly with turns to make it flare happy I was not modeling skimpy underwear. Sam ignored the coat to say, "Your wife is beautiful and she seems obedient like mine." "Oh yes. She will do anything I ask. Won't you Laura?" I couldn't miss the threat and said meekly, "Yes Sir." Gary said, "Laura is one of those rare women who look as well naked as clothed. Why don't you take off your things to show Sam just how pretty you are." I don't know why I bothered to say plaintively, "Do I have to?" since all it got was a glare from Gary and a stern, "Yes." I faced them blushing at Sam's avid stare and took off my dress and underthings realizing that he had only had me wear so many clothes to make my strip tease longer. He had me leave on the high heeled shoes knowing I couldn't walk in them without having my butt and breasts quiver at each step then told me to stand in front of them. Gary said, "Feel how firm she is. The health club really pays for itself."

I stood there blushing and quivering with anxiety as he lifted and squeezed my breasts then said to Gary, "Really nice tits. I would have guessed they were fake until I felt them. They are real alright." He continued feeling my stomach and then my pussy still directing his comments to Gary. I felt like some animal at auction. He finished by squeezing my buttcheeks followed by a sharp slap to them with both hands that made me gasp. Gary said, "That reminds me. She needs her birthday spanking. As my guest you may be first. She is twenty three." "You are a wonderful host. Get over my lap, little lady." I looked beseechingly at Gary but he just said, "You heard the man." Sam slid forward on the couch to be nearly flat. When I laid across him he slid me around until my pussy was lying on his huge hard penis. I was hoping for a playful spanking and I think if it had been I would have become excited. It wasn't. He grabbed my breast in his left hand to hold me then began hitting hard to make loud "Splats!" with terrible stings to one cheek and then the other with the pain increasing for all twenty- three. When he stopped my butt was very hot and my boob was throbbing from being mangled. As I laid there he began caressing my stinging buttcheeeks. Miraculously the pain began ebbing right away.

Gary must not have wanted that because he said, "Get up Laura.It is over."