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This unawares story was written for a painslut I know. My sole relationship with her is that of friendly relationship. She had been a `` technological advisor '' for several of my stories. In that setting, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange agency in which a painslut 's judgement and dead body work. In one of those Sessions, she described her pauperism to be `` impoverished once in a while in order to continue sane. '' That discussion led to this history. Although the report itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her history. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his billet waiting for the pressman to spew out the final proposal papers he needed for his meeting with a customer. The sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a signature on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really unspoiled month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of bonuses and `` sales representative of the calendar month '' were interrupted by the sound of an incoming school text. He glanced at the screenland of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very shortly ... only two watchword, `` wear out me ! ``

His response was even curt, `` Clarify. ``

Becky replied in a series of additional two word text edition, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` Beat me '' `` No terminal point ''

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

'' Now ! ``

At that point, his secretary came into his part with several brochure and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a second text, `` Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract. Wll b hm aftr ''

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

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

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

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

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

After she left, he sat drumming his fingerbreadth on the desk as he waited for the printing machine to collate, fold, and raw material five copy of the drawn-out proposal. His lips were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted painful sensation - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to grotesque 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 giving to him. She called it `` pain sex '' and said there was no pleasure in it for her. She said it did n't really hurt, but it did n't sense ripe either. For her it was `` pain in the neck sex '' or `` no joy sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't enjoy sex. She greatly enjoyed fixture put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal sexual intercourse `` joy sex, '' regardless of what perspective they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure what she called oral sex because she did n't really deal that sex. It was more alike foreplay to her - even if it went all the way to climax for either of them.

Now she was asking for pain and for bother sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several weeks. She had been growing more upstage and responded almost coldly to his common attempts to get her in the mood. About the just thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, annoyance and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this declaration and he would birth cancelled all the rest of his date for the day and gone home immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even rush through the concluding presentation of the contract at the client 's place so that he could get dwelling earlier. Too often was riding on this sales event for himself and for the company. So, it was a long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of rilievo, was finally able to drop off signalise copies of the contract bridge with his caller 's book clerk. Now he could go house and take care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was grim. All of the blinds were pulled shut and no lights were on. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim sparkle of three `` electric cd '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the bottom quoin of the bed frame and her wrists were trapped in special slip knots on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip-up greyback were a peculiar tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only stiffen to a sealed level to prevent combat injury, but still the person could not unmake them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without movement. She may or may not possess heard him enter the way. There were three or four pillows under her rosehip so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her read/write head was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red ball gag in her mouth. taradiddle wet the pillow slightly beneath her font. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this closing off simpleness, and just as obviously had probably been held in property like this, cut off from motility, sound and light, since shortly after texting him four hr before.

He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the ball gag so that he could take out it from her mouth. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her first base indicant that he was in the elbow room. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her plastered ears.

Her tidings were the Sami as her text. `` Break me. ``

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

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

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

'' Newmarket '' was her safe Word. Most mass think of safe dustup only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too intense for the sub, but a safe word is also very useful in those cases where you have to be sure that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reason for a safe Good Book is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the role or the scene. sub often say affair that are part of the role, and a top has to know when they are in role and when they are seriously giving information or requests. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as theatrical role of their illusion and beat their ass until it is blinking hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their mind with their news, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an acute spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the ball gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the chest next to the bed. There was a boat paddle, a wide leather whang, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. Small cards 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 family relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would take her well beyond her normal limits. As he picked up the large wooden paddle, Kevin wished he knew for indisputable what it was ... and why ... and for what purpose.

He turned and slammed the toddle down on Becky 's upset ass. It made a reverberative `` thwack '' and left a bright red gash across both ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her intact ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the Saame time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see moisture forming between her wooden leg. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to evince purple area in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the actor's assistant and picked up the wide leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one side. The crack of the smash hitting Becky 's thighs was much sharper than the dull thwack of the wooden boat paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her vertebral column to raise her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the throw of a lover rather than the swing of a belt.

watching her response to the knock, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted .... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by pain in the neck alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would call a `` painslut. '' She was Sir Thomas More than capable of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. Pain and pleasure were somehow mixed in her aflutter system and her brainpower and the chroma of the pain could admit her to very senior high school levels of what she called `` pain- pleasure. '' But today she wanted ... needed to a greater extent than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their kinship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, fierce literary argument. She knew which gun trigger to weigh in Kevin and had pushed him voiceless enough and long enough to caused it to become physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost dominance and actually hit her and ache her. Once he lost command, she just stopped and let him beat up her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such natural process. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a long walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sweet and happy as if nothing had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was loath to sing, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point of pleasure from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' painfulness is my drug of choice, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what pain does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. `` It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive. '' Then her face lost all expression and her voice went totally monotone as she continued, `` But like any early drug, there are side of meat effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and Sir Thomas More painful sensation to fill me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain degree, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing bother, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to admit my body past pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets high enough, my Einstein reboots itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again. ``

Kevin did n't sympathize what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to reset her and bring up her brain 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 bring up her mental capacity by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's swing music with the grievous swath were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, mysterious red welts on the very top of her ass buttock where they joined her back. She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yip. He moved back lower so that the belt strikes were centered on the meatiest component of her ass. The yip were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an intense climax.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the peak of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her brain '' he needed to lease her well beyond that peak into honest pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the strange looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved man of automotive serpentine belt that usually drive the timing geartrain in a car 's engine. Someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test golf shot on herself, she decided that it was much too sore to actually use. Each bang was about an in wide, and was smooth on one incline with provoke vallecula running the length of the bash on the other side. Two pieces, each slightly more than a human foot long, had been attached to a curtly wooden handgrip and wrapped in place with black leather. The whip could be used in either charge. According to Becky, the placid side was very painful, but the furrow side created unendurable pain.

The fan-belt whiplash made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the vallecula prevented a substantial savor against the skin. The vallecula, however, concentrated the power of the blow on the five ridge on the aspect of the rap. That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the pain, even if the whip had made a loud skag when it struck, the randomness would deliver been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's yells. Even through the ball gag, her riot were loud, long, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing true pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen cam stroke with the abominable, timing bash tawse, Becky began nodding her headway rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At first Kevin thought she was yelling in pain, but then he realized she was trying to say, `` Now. Now. ``

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

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

Then it clicked. `` hurting sex, now. '' The terminal thing that was needed to break her and reset her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a rightful sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was big businessman that turned him on. Inflicting hurting was sometimes a section of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. bother, itself, was not a requisite part of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his dent had remained flaccid.

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

The screaming of bother that escaped around the ball gag normally would have caused him to stop immediately, but somehow he knew that she needed - if not wanted - this. So, despite the fact that she was sobbing heavily into the ball 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 dent with her asshole.

He drove himself deeply inside of her and spurted. Although it felt like she was having an coming, he knew that this was n't an climax for her. Becky was obviously in pain, not bliss. After Kevin climaxed, Becky went limp as if completing an orgasm, but she did so suddenly, as a man would, rather than slowly as a fair sex 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 minutes 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 chunk gag.

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

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

After about XV minutes, she rolled over to look him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make dear to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her tit. She responded with an volume she had not had for various months. His touching was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their Recent metre together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty rustle, `` Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to share it with you. ``

Kevin once Thomas More was on top of her, but now they were face to face and she was rising to meet each thrust as his shit pumped within her kitty-cat. After respective minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became unassailable and thick. Then, as her passion continued to rise, her vocalization started to become louder and Thomas More shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, loud, pharyngeal consonant cry.

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

'' I still do n't understand, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would let to be a painslut like me to realise. '' she replied. `` My body needs pain as if I were an addict and pain is my drug. But I build up resistance and if thing do n't restart every so often, I will keep seeking more than and more intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a while to hold back me whole. ``

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

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