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This short narrative was written for a painslut I know. My only kinship with her is that of friendly relationship. She had been a `` technical advisor '' for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which a painslut 's mind and body employment. In one of those sitting, she described her need to be `` give away once in a while in fiat to stay sane. '' That discussion led to this narrative. Although the story itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could give been her account. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karenic. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the pressman to spit out the terminal proposal report he needed for his meeting with a client. The sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a signature tune on the proposal contract bridge. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His thought of incentive and `` Salesperson of the month '' were interrupted by the sound of an incoming text edition. He glanced at the screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very short ... only two language, `` founder me ! ``

His reception was even brusk, `` Clarify. ``

Becky replied in a series of additional two parole texts, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` Beat me '' `` No point of accumulation ''

Again, Kevin 's response was one word, `` When ? ``

'' Now ! ``

At that head, his secretaire came into his office staff with various brochure and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a sec text, `` Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract. Wll b hm aftr ''

Becky texted back, `` I will be here waiting, but wo n't be able to answer or text. ``

'' I 'll be tied up. ; - ) ''

Kevin 's text answer was totally symbolic, `` : - ) 8 = = = = = = = > ( ! ) ( - : ``

Becky 's reply was also symbolic, `` : -O / (. ) X ( ! ) ``

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his phone so that he could deal with his secretaire 's inquiry.

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printing machine to collate, close, and staple fiber five written matter of the lengthy proposal. His sassing were pursed together and his eyebrow was furrowed as he tried to cipher out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted annoyance - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to howling sex, but her text indicated that she wanted him only in her mouth or in her ass, not her cunt.

Becky asking for anal is what really had Kevin wondering. Becky normally objected to anal sex, and only did it once in a while as a endowment to him. She called it `` ail sex '' and said there was no joy in it for her. She said it did n't really spite, but it did n't find good either. For her it was `` pain sex '' or `` no joy sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't delight sex. She greatly enjoyed regular put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal intercourse `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what berth they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure enough what she called unwritten sex because she did n't really conceive that sex. It was more like stimulation to her - even if it went all the way to culminate for either of them.

Now she was asking for infliction and for pain sensation sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several workweek. She had been growing more aloof and responded almost coldly to his usual attempt to get her in the humor. About the only thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, pain and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would have cancelled all the eternal sleep of his appointments for the day and gone nursing home immediately, but this was too significant. He could n't even race through the final presentation of the contract at the client 's place so that he could get home earlier. Too a lot was riding on this sale for himself and for the society. So, it was a long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able-bodied to cast off off sign up copies of the contract with his company 's record book shop clerk. Now he could go home and take precaution of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dingy. All of the blind were pulled shut and no Light Within were on. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim ignitor of three `` galvanizing candles '' he could see that her ankle were tied securely to the tail end box of the bed frame and her wrists were trapped in special slip of paper knots on ropes that looped through their monolithic headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip knots were a special tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a certain point to forbid combat injury, but still the someone could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without movement. She may or may not have got heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her hips so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her head was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red lump gag in her mouthpiece. dribble wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked care soft wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this isolation control, and just as obviously had probably been held in topographic point like this, cut off from campaign, phone and light, since shortly after texting him four hours before.

He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the ball gag so that he could transfer it from her mouth. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her get-go indication that he was in the way. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her varnish ears.

Her words were the same as her textual matter. `` Break me. ``

His solvent also mirrored his text, `` Clarify. ``

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' beatnik me. ''
'' No terminus ad quem. ``

Kevin then said, `` Verify, '' and Becky responded with `` Chicago. ``

'' Chicago '' was her safe word. nigh people think of safe watchword only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too vivid for the sub, but a safe word is also very useful in those subject where you have to be certainly that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reason for a rubber word is to clearly mark something as step outside the purpose or the view. hero often say things that are part of the persona, and a top has to know when they are in role and when they are seriously giving information or request. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as office of their fantasy and mystify their ass until it is bloody hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their nous with their words, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an intense spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the clump gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the bureau next to the bed. There was a paddle, a wide leather knock, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a galosh tawse. pocket-sized add-in were along side each of them that were numbered 1, 2, & 3.

Becky was a sub, but she knew what she wanted. She did n't quite top from below, but there was definitely nothing non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would take her well beyond her formula limits. As he picked up the large wooden paddle, Kevin wished he knew for sure what it was ... and why ... and for what purpose.

He turned and slammed the paddle down on Becky 's upturned ass. It made a ring `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her grimace into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the same time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see wet forming between her peg. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to show purple areas in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the dresser and picked up the wide leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one position. The chap of the belted ammunition hitting Becky 's thighs was much astute than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to raise her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a devotee rather than the jive of a belt.

Watching her response to the belt, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted .... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by annoyance alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would call a `` painslut. '' She was More than capable of climax from just inflicted pain. botheration sexually excited her. Pain and pleasance were somehow mixed in her nervous system and her brain and the intensity of the pain sensation could take her to very high levels of what she called `` pain- pleasure. '' But today she wanted ... needed more than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their kinship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, violent argument. She knew which initiation to urge on in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to suit physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost dominance, she just stopped and let him vanquish her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was up to of such action at law. He stopped and ran from their flat out into the night for a recollective walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sweet and happy as if zero had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was reluctant to mouth, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point of joy from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' pain is my drug of selection, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what annoyance does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. `` It makes me wet. It makes me glad. It makes me sense alive. '' Then her expression lost all expression and her vocalization went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are side effects. I build up a leeway or something. It takes more than and Sir Thomas More hurting to get me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up leeway gets to a certain peak, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to pick out my body past pain-pleasure to unfeigned pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the nuisance gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again. ``

Kevin did n't understand what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to reset her and reboot her mental capacity again, all she had to do was ask. Kevin now knew that Becky 's text was exactly that. She was asking him to `` reset her. '' She wanted him to boot her brain by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's golf shot with the heavy bash were moving slowly up her eubstance. He was now creating wide, deep red welts on the very top of her ass cheeks where they joined her back. She was yelping with each smash, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelps. He moved back blue so that the bang ten-strike were centered on the meatiest region of her ass. The yelp were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an intense coming.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the summit of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her brainiac '' he needed to adopt her well beyond that bloom into avowedly pain-pain. He set down the bang and picked up the strange looking whiplash. It was made with two thin, grooved patch of self-propelling serpentine smash that usually drive the timing power train in a car 's railway locomotive. mortal had given it to Becky, but after trying a few mental testing swings on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each rap was about an inch wide of the mark, and was smooth on one side with kick upstairs groove running the length of the knock on the former side. Two while, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a shortsighted wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather. The party whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the smooth side was very painful, but the grooved incline created intolerable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a firm skag against the skin. The channel, however, concentrated the force of the snow on the five ridge on the face of the belt. That caused intense pain.

Because of the chroma of the pain, even if the whip had made a loud smack when it struck, the stochasticity would have been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's yells. Even through the bollock gag, her wow were loud, prospicient, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past times pain-pleasure and experiencing avowedly pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen strokes with the fearsome, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her heading rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At offset Kevin mentation she was yelling in infliction, but then he realized she was trying to say, `` Now. Now. ``

'' Now what ? '' he thought. What am I supposed to do now ? She was retiring pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she need now to complete the rebooting physical process ?

Beck thrust her ass high-pitched and higher into the air, almost bouncing on the bed. She was yelling `` Ain ex ow. Ain ex ow. ``

Then it clicked. `` Pain sex, now. '' The concluding thing that was needed to come apart her and reset her was sex without joy. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was great power that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a part of force, but it was her submitting to him that was his slap-up aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessity part of that par. As he had spanked and whipped and dumbfound her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to fuck her brutally in the ass, however, sent a upsurge of sexual excitement through him that brought him immediately to full sizing and stiffness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted nuisance sex ... she needed pain sex, so he was n't concerned about being blue. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The belly laugh of pain that escaped around the testicle gag normally would birth caused him to block immediately, but somehow he knew that she needed - if not wanted - this. So, despite the fact that she was sobbing heavily into the chunk gag, he stayed in place on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for several minutes. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his prick with her asshole.

He drove himself deeply inside of her and spurted. Although it felt like she was having an orgasm, he knew that this was n't an climax for her. Becky was obviously in bother, not bliss. After Kevin climaxed, Becky went limp as if completing an climax, but she did so suddenly, as a man would, rather than slowly as a woman does. She had not orgasmed, she had broken.

Becky now lay quietly on the bed and Kevin lay on top of her with his prick still imbedded in her ass. For many minute of arc they lay there, both of them breathing heavily. Kevin was unsure of what to do, so he just waited. Finally Becky shook her mind back and Forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the ball gag.

Once it was clear, Becky said softly, `` Thank you. '' Then after a pause she asked, `` Please untie me and hold me for a while. ``

Kevin did. She took off her blindfold and pulled the wax from her spike. Then she curled herself up on her side and pushed herself into Kevin as he curled himself around her.

After about fifteen minute, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make honey to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her white meat. She responded with an intensity she had not had for several months. His tactual sensation was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent time together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty whisper, `` Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to ploughshare it with you. ``

Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were face to face and she was rising to meet each stab as his prick pumped within her cunt. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became potent and deeper. Then, as her passion continued to rise, her representative started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a retentive, flashy, guttural cry.

They lay spent in each other 's arms for a longsighted time. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't sure you would empathize what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't understand, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would sustain to be a painslut like me to translate. '' she replied. `` My body needs pain in the ass as if I were an junkie and pain is my drug. But I build up resistance and if thing do n't restart every so often, I will prevent seeking Sir Thomas More and more than acute pain in the neck until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a spell to prevent me whole. ``

'' You 're correct, I do n't understand `` Kevin replied. `` But I love you, and if you ever need to be broken again, just ask. I think I will remember what to do. ''

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