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This short-circuit story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical advisor '' for several of my write up. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which a painslut 's nous and body employment. In one of those sessions, she described her motivation to be `` broken once in a piece in order to abide sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the news report itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her story. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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WARNING ! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. taradiddle may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All the great unwashed and result depicted are fictional and any resemblance to person living or dead is purely coincidental. natural process, situations, and reply are fictitious ONLY and should not be attempted in literal life.

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Kevin McCallister sat in his agency waiting for the printer to spit out the final marriage offer papers he needed for his meeting with a client. The sale was already made. The tidy sum was done. All that was needed was a signature tune on the proposal declaration. This was going to be a really honorable month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of incentive and `` sales representative of the calendar month '' were interrupted by the strait of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The substance was very short ... only two words, `` Break me ! ``

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

Becky replied in a series of additional two word texts, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` Beat me '' `` No terminus ad quem ''

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

'' Now ! ``

At that stage, his secretary came into his office staff with several pamphlet and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a second text edition, `` 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 reply was totally symbolical, `` : - ) 8 = = = = = = = > ( ! ) ( - : ``

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

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

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and staple five copies of the prolonged proposal of marriage. His back talk were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to work out out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, hurting usually led to wonderful 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 retentive sex, and only did it once in a while as a talent to him. She called it `` anguish sex '' and said there was no pleasure in it for her. She said it did n't really hurt, but it did n't feel good either. For her it was `` pain sensation sex '' or `` no delight sex. ``

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

Now she was asking for pain and for pain sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for respective calendar week. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual attack to get her in the mood. About the only matter that seemed to rick her on anymore was pain, pain sensation and Sir Thomas More pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would experience cancelled all the rest of his appointments for the day and gone rest home immediately, but this was too authoritative. He could n't even bucket along through the final presentation of the contract at the customer 's seat so that he could get habitation earlier. Too very much was riding on this sale for himself and for the caller. So, it was a retentive three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to drop off signed copy of the contract with his party 's records clerk. Now he could go home and take care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blinds were pulled shut and no igniter were on. He slowly made his way to the bedchamber. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim light of three `` electric candles '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the tail turning point of the bed frame and her wrist were trapped in particular slip knots on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip gnarl were a exceptional tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a sealed point to preclude combat injury, but still the mortal could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally tranquilize without move. She may or may not have heard him enter the elbow room. There were three or four pillows under her rose hip so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her psyche was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red ball gag in her lip. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked the likes of soft wax sealing her spike. She had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in plaza like this, cut off from movement, sound and luminosity, since shortly after texting him four hours before.

He slipped out of his vesture and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the chunk gag so that he could remove it from her mouth. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her world-class meter reading that he was in the room. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her sealed ears.

Her words were the Saami as her text. `` Break me. ``

His response also mirrored his text edition, `` Clarify. ``

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' Beat me. ''
'' No demarcation line. ``

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

'' Chicago '' was her prophylactic Word of God. Most people think of safe discussion only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too acute for the sub, but a safe word is also very useful in those cases where you have to be trusted that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The ground for a safe countersign is to clearly set something as stepping outside the theatrical role or the conniption. Subs often say matter that are contribution of the role, and a top has to make love when they are in function and when they are seriously giving information or request. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as contribution of their fantasy and beat up their ass until it is flaming hamburger when the sub was merely setting the shot in their mind with their words, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an intense spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the ball gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the toilet table next to the bed. There was a boat paddle, a wide leather belt, and a strange looking lash that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. humble 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 particular to her in a specific order that would take her well beyond her convention limits. As he picked up the vauntingly wooden boat 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 upset ass. It made a reverberate `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass nerve. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was brightly red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the same metre she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see wet forming between her legs. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to show purple sphere in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the bureau and picked up the wide leather belt. It was shameful, and highly polished on one slope. The crack of the whang hitting Becky 's thighs was much sharper than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her backbone to raise her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the chance event of a lover rather than the swing of a belt.

Watching her reply to the bash, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted .... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by nuisance alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would call a `` painslut. '' She was More than equal to of climax from just inflicted painfulness. Pain sexually excited her. bother and pleasure were somehow sundry in her nervous system of rules and her brainiac and the chroma of the painfulness could hire her to very high gear levels of what she called `` pain- pleasure. '' But today she wanted ... needed Sir Thomas More than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their kinship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, fierce argument. She knew which triggers to fight in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to become physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost ascendance and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost control, she just stopped and let him crush her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such activeness. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a longsighted walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the room access sweet and happy as if null had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was loath to lecture, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point in time of pleasure from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' Pain is my drug of option, '' 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 felicitous. It makes me feel awake. '' Then her grimace lost all saying and her representative went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any former drug, there are slope result. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the gunpoint of pain-pleasure. And once the built up allowance gets to a certain full point, I start losing the ability to find pleasure-pleasure. I start needing painful sensation, not to feel good, but just to not find bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take away my consistence past tense pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the showtime again. ``

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

Kevin 's baseball swing with the enceinte belt were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, deep red weal on the very top of her ass buttock where they joined her back. She was yelping with each work stoppage, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelps. He moved back depress so that the belt smash were centered on the meaty division of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the moan and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an intense coming.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the vertex of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` bring up her brainiac '' he needed to ask her well beyond that pinnacle into true pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the strange looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved opus of automotive serpentine bash that usually drive the timing gears in a car 's railway locomotive. somebody had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test swings on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each belt was about an inch wide, and was smooth on one side with rear groove running the duration of the whang on the other English. Two pieces, each slightly more than a metrical foot long, had been attached to a short wooden handle and wrapped in place with disgraceful leather. The whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the fluent side was very painful, but the grooved face created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the groove prevented a solid smack against the hide. The groove, however, concentrated the military force of the blow on the five ridges on the face of the belt. That caused vivid pain.

Because of the intensiveness of the pain, even if the whip had made a gaudy smack when it struck, the stochasticity would feature been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's yell. Even through the ball gag, her screams were garish, retentive, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing on-key pain-pain.

After about ten or xv strokes with the terrible, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her nous rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At outset 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 yesteryear pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she want now to nail the rebooting process ?

Beck thrust her ass gamey 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 final thing that was needed to break 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 business leader that turned him on. Inflicting nuisance was sometimes a part of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. painfulness, itself, was not a necessary portion of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his prick had remained flaccid.

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

The belly laugh of annoyance that escaped around the globe 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 various instant. 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 coming for her. Becky was obviously in pain, not bliss. After Kevin climaxed, Becky went limp as if completing an coming, 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 hour they lay there, both of them breathing heavily. Kevin was unsure of what to do, so he just waited. Finally Becky shook her head back and Forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the orchis gag.

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

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

After about fifteen hour, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make making love to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an intensity she had not had for several calendar month. His touch was lighting fire within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their late clip 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 font to font and she was rising to take on each thrust as his motherfucker pumped within her pussy. After various minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and mysterious. Then, as her passion continued to develop, her vocalization started to become louder and Sir 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 long prison term. 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 have to be a painslut like me to infer. '' she replied. `` My dead body needs pain in the neck as if I were an addict and pain is my drug. But I build up resistance and if things do n't restart every so often, I will proceed seeking more and more intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to dampen me once in a while to keep me entirely. ``

'' You 're mightily, I do n't sympathize `` 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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