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This short story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical adviser '' for several of my story. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which a painslut 's nous and soundbox body of work. In one of those school term, she described her need to be `` burst once in a spell in parliamentary procedure to stay sane. '' That discussion led to this narration. Although the report itself is purely fancied, I showed it to her and she said it could take in been her story. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his business office waiting for the printing machine to ptyalize out the final proposal written document he needed for his merging with a customer. The sale was already made. The hand was done. All that was needed was a signature on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His thought process of incentive and `` Salesperson of the calendar month '' were interrupted by the sound of an incoming school text. He glanced at the blind of his smart telephone set. It was from Becky. The message was very short ... only two words, `` disclose me ! ``

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

Becky replied in a serial of additional two word texts, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` pulsation me '' `` No limits ''

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

'' Now ! ``

At that point, his secretary came into his berth with various folders 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 capable to answer or text. ``

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

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

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

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

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, close, and staple fibre five written matter of the lengthy proposal. His sass were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to work out out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted nuisance - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, annoyance usually led to fantastic sex, but her text indicated that she wanted him only in her lip 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 gift to him. She called it `` trouble sex '' and said there was no pleasure in it for her. She said it did n't really spite, but it did n't sense effective either. For her it was `` pain sex '' or `` no pleasure sex. ``

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

Now she was asking for pain in the ass and for infliction sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several workweek. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his common attempts to get her in the mood. About the only thing that seemed to flex her on anymore was pain, painful sensation and Thomas More pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything little of this contract bridge and he would own cancelled all the residue of his naming for the day and gone habitation immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even rush through the final presentation of the contract at the customer 's spot so that he could get household earlier. Too often was riding on this sales agreement for himself and for the company. So, it was a long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to drop off signalize copies of the contract bridge with his fellowship 's criminal record salesclerk. Now he could go habitation and take care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blind were pulled shut and no Light were on. He slowly made his way to the sleeping accommodation. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim light of three `` galvanizing cd '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the undersurface recession of the bed frame and her wrist joint were trapped in especial solecism knots on ropes that looped through their monumental 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 fasten to a certain point to prevent trauma, but still the person could not unmake them by themselves.

She was lying totally muted without movement. She may or may not have heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her hips so that her ass was thrust eminent up into the air. Her pass was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a midst leather blindfold and had a undimmed red orchis gag in her mouth. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked same diffuse wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this isolation control, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from crusade, audio and light, since shortly after texting him four hours before.

He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the shoulder strap on the ball gag so that he could remove it from her rima oris. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her firstly indication 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 words were the same as her text. `` Break me. ``

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

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' Beat me. ''
'' No limits. ``

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

'' stops '' was her safe word. near people think of safety words only as something that brings everything to a arrest when matter get too intense for the sub, but a safe give-and-take is also very useful in those typesetter's case where you have to be certainly that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The cause for a safe Holy Scripture is to clearly set something as stepping outside the office or the scenery. torpedo often say things that are part of the role, and a top has to have it away when they are in office and when they are seriously giving entropy or postulation. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and outfox their ass until it is bloody ground beef when the sub was merely setting the scenery in their brain with their countersign, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an intense spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the glob gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the dresser next to the bed. There was a boat paddle, a wide leather belt, and a unknown looking whip that looked somewhat like a India rubber tawse. modest cards were on 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 particular order that would take her well beyond her pattern limitation. As he picked up the large wooden boat paddle, Kevin wished he knew for certainly what it was ... and why ... and for what purpose.

He turned and slammed the paddle down on Becky 's retrousse ass. It made a resounding `` thwack '' and left a hopeful red slash across both ass brass. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her intact ass was shiny red. Becky was pushing her font into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the same time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see moisture forming between her legs. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to demo purple areas in the promising red. Kevin put the boat paddle back on the vanity and picked up the encompassing leather belt. It was melanise, and highly polished on one incline. The crack of the smash hitting Becky 's thighs was much acuate than the benumb thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to stir her ass up even in high spirits. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the cam stroke of a lover rather than the cut of a belt.

watching her answer to the belt, 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 cry a `` painslut. '' She was more than open of orgasm from just inflicted annoyance. pain in the neck sexually excited her. Pain and pleasure were somehow mixed in her spooky system and her Einstein and the intensity of the pain in the ass could take her to very high level of what she called `` pain- pleasance. '' But today she wanted ... needed Sir Thomas More than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, violent argument. She knew which triggers to press 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 ascendency, she just stopped and let him vanquish her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such legal action. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a long paseo. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the room access sweet and happy as if nada had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was reluctant to talk, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the pointedness 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 choice, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what painful sensation does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. `` It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alert. '' Then her cheek lost all expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are incline effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to palpate pleasure-pleasure. I start needing hurting, not to finger unspoiled, but just to not experience bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my soundbox past pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets eminent enough, my mental capacity boot itself or something, and I start back at the first again. ``

Kevin did n't understand 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 school text was exactly that. She was asking him to `` reset her. '' She wanted him to bring up her mind by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's swings with the grave belt were moving slowly up her organic structure. 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 strike, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelp. He moved back lower so that the swath strike were centered on the meatiest parting of her ass. The yelp were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an intense orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the peak of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` boot her psyche '' he needed to take her well beyond that efflorescence into rightful pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the foreign looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved piece of automotive serpentine belt that usually drive the timing geared wheel in a car 's engine. mortal had given it to Becky, but after trying a few psychometric test swings on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each bang was about an in wide, and was smooth on one side with elevated channel running the length of the bash on the other incline. Two pieces, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a short wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather. The party whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the smooth slope was very painful, but the furrow position created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no stochasticity as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the vallecula prevented a solid smack against the cutis. The grooves, however, concentrated the power of the blow on the five ridges on the face of the knock. That caused vivid pain.

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

After about ten or fifteen strokes with the terrible, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her head rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At first Kevin thought she was yelling in bother, 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 times pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she need now to complete the rebooting 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. `` Pain sex, now. '' The final matter that was needed to break her and reset her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was tycoon that turned him on. Inflicting pain in the neck was sometimes a voice of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his smashing aphrodisiac. painful sensation, itself, was not a essential persona 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 rush of intimate hullabaloo through him that brought him immediately to broad sizing and awkwardness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her stage. She wanted infliction sex ... she needed annoyance sex, so he was n't concerned about being mollify. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The belly laugh of infliction that escaped around the musket ball gag normally would have caused him to hold on 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 stead 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 sexual climax, he knew that this was n't an orgasm for her. Becky was obviously in pain, 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 minutes 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 River 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 break she asked, `` Please untie me and take for 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 side and pushed herself into Kevin as he curled himself around her.

After about fifteen minutes, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make 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 touching was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their Holocene fourth dimension 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 share it with you. ``

Kevin once Sir Thomas More was on top of her, but now they were boldness to face and she was rising to forgather each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became unattackable and profoundly. Then, as her passion continued to grow, her interpreter started to go louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, loud, pharyngeal cry.

They lay spent in each other 's coat of arms for a long time. 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 accept to be a painslut like me to read. '' she replied. `` My body needs pain as if I were an nut and bother is my drug. But I build up resistance and if things do n't re-start every so often, I will save seeking Sir Thomas More and more vivid annoyance until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to recrudesce me once in a while to stay fresh me unit. ``

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

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