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This short story was written for a painslut I know. My entirely relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical advisor '' for several of my taradiddle. In that setting, I have occasionally spoken with her about the foreign ways in which a painslut 's mind and soundbox workplace. In one of those Roger Huntington Sessions, she described her need to be `` broken once in a while in order to stay put sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the story itself is purely fabricated, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her report. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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warning ! All of my writing is intended for grownup over the age of 18 ONLY. floor may contain strong or even extremum sexual message. All hoi polloi and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to somebody living or suddenly is purely coincidental. Actions, spot, and responses are fabricated ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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Kevin McCallister sat in his post waiting for the printer to ptyalise out the final exam proposal papers he needed for his meeting with a client. The sales agreement was already made. The business deal was done. All that was needed was a touch on the proposal of marriage declaration. This was going to be a really practiced month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of incentive and `` sales representative of the Month '' were interrupted by the audio of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his voguish phone. It was from Becky. The substance was very short ... only two Holy Scripture, `` Break me ! ``

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

Becky replied in a serial of additional two word school text, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` beatnik me '' `` No limitation ''

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

'' Now ! ``

At that point, his secretary came into his billet with several booklet 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 to resolve or text. ``

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

Kevin 's text reply 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 care with his secretary 's enquiry.

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the pressman to collate, fold, and basic five transcript 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 pain - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to wondrous 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 spell as a gift to him. She called it `` trouble sex '' and said there was no joy in it for her. She said it did n't really bruise, but it did n't palpate good either. For her it was `` infliction 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 sex act `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what emplacement they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't for sure what she called oral sex because she did n't really consider that sex. It was more ilk stimulation to her - even if it went all the way to climax for either of them.

Now she was asking for botheration and for pain sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several weeks. She had been growing more removed and responded almost coldly to his common attempts to get her in the humor. About the sole thing that seemed to sour her on anymore was botheration, pain and more than pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would have cancelled all the residue of his assignment for the day and gone base immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even rush through the final presentation of the contract bridge at the client 's place so that he could get home earlier. Too much was riding on this sale for himself and for the troupe. So, it was a retentive three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally capable to drop off ratify copy of the contract with his company 's records clerk. Now he could go home and admit care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blind were pulled shut and no lightness were on. He slowly made his way to the sleeping room. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim brightness level of three `` electric candles '' he could see that her ankle were tied securely to the fundament turning point of the bed frame and her carpus were trapped in especial gaffe knots on roofy that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip knots were a exceptional tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a certain point to prevent injury, but still the individual could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quietly without movement. She may or may not deliver heard him enter the elbow room. There were three or four pillows under her hips so that her ass was thrust gamy up into the air. Her foreland was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red bollock gag in her sass. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like gentle wax sealing her pinna. She had obviously put herself in this closing off constraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from crusade, sound and light source, 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 globe gag so that he could hit it from her mouthpiece. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her outset indicant that he was in the room. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her sealed ears.

Her word were the same as her text. `` Break me. ``

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

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' beat me. ''
'' No limit point. ``

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

'' Michigan '' was her condom word. Most hoi polloi think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too acute for the sub, but a dependable word is also very useful in those character 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 word is to clearly mark something as pace outside the theatrical role or the scene. hero sandwich often say things that are parting of the theatrical role, and a top has to know when they are in role and when they are seriously giving data or request. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and beat their ass until it is crashing hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scenery in their mind with their Bible, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an vivid 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 paddle, a extensive leather belt, and a unknown looking lash that looked somewhat like a synthetic rubber tawse. Small poster 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 rule boundary. 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 upset ass. It made a resounding `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass brass. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her full ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in hurting, but at the same clock time 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 render violet areas in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the chest of drawers and picked up the wide leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one side. The crevice of the whack hitting Becky 's second joint was much acute than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to lift her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a buff rather than the golf shot of a belt.

Watching her reply to the belt, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted .... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by pain alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would holler a `` painslut. '' She was Thomas More than up to of orgasm from just inflicted pain. annoyance sexually excited her. painfulness and pleasance were somehow mixed in her aflutter organisation and her brain and the intensiveness of the painful 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 triggers to press in Kevin and had pushed him strong enough and long enough to caused it to become physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost control, she just stopped and let him beat her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was subject of such action. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the nighttime for a retentive walkway. 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 reluctant to mouth, 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 let out her.

'' Pain is my drug of choice, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what infliction does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. `` It makes me wet. It makes me well-chosen. It makes me feel alive. '' Then her face lost all expression and her part went totally plane as she continued, `` But like any early drug, there are side effects. I build up a leeway or something. It takes more and more pain to ingest me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a sure item, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing painful sensation, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, individual, somehow, has to hold my torso past pain-pleasure to lawful pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the painfulness gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again. ``

Kevin did n't interpret what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to readjust her and boot her nous 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 heavy bang were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating all-inclusive, deep red weal on the very top of her ass nerve where they joined her back. She was yelping with each work stoppage, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelping. He moved back lower so that the belt bang were centered on the meatiest part of her ass. The yip were now being overwhelmed by the moan and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throe of an intense orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the tiptop of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her brain '' he needed to read her well beyond that peak into straight pain-pain. He set down the whack and picked up the strange looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved bit of self-propelling serpentine bang that usually drive the timing gears in a car 's engine. Someone 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 panoptic, and was smooth on one incline with put up groove running the length of the whack on the other side. Two art object, each slightly More than a foot long, had been attached to a short wooden hold and wrapped in place with black leather. The whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the still English was very painful, but the grooved side created intolerable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the groove prevented a solid savor against the skin. The grooves, however, concentrated the force of the blow on the five ridgepole on the face of the belted ammunition. That caused acute pain.

Because of the loudness of the pain in the neck, even if the lash had made a gimcrack smack when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's cry. Even through the ball gag, her screams 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 chance event with the dreaded, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her foreland 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 ask now to dispatch the rebooting summons ?

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

Then it clicked. `` infliction sex, now. '' The terminal affair that was needed to break her and readjust her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a truthful sadist. He did not get sexual stimulus from hurting Becky. It was power that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a division of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. painful sensation, itself, was not a necessary share of that equivalence. As he had spanked and whipped and wash up her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to be intimate her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rush of sexual agitation through him that brought him immediately to wide size and stiffness. He dropped the party whip and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted pain in the ass sex ... she needed hurting sex, so he was n't concerned about being ennoble. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The screams of pain that escaped around the ball gag normally would have caused him to end 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 spot on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for respective instant. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his cock with her asshole.

He drove himself deeply inside of her and spurted. Although it felt like she was having an climax, he knew that this was n't an orgasm for her. Becky was obviously in pain sensation, 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 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 slit still imbedded in her ass. For many proceedings 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 ball gag.

Once it was clear, Becky said softly, `` Thank you. '' Then after a pause she asked, `` Please loosen me and give 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 transactions, she rolled over to face up him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make dearest to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an loudness she had not had for various month. His touch was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent prison term together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty susurration, `` 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 grimace to face and she was rising to come across each thrust as his prick pumped within her snatch. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became strong and deeper. Then, as her Passion continued to develop, her voice started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a farseeing, brassy, guttural cry.

They lay spent in each other 's arms for a yearn meter. 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 have to be a painslut like me to understand. '' she replied. `` My torso needs botheration as if I were an freak and painfulness is my drug. But I build up resistance and if thing do n't restart every so often, I will save seeking more and more intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a spell to keep me whole. ``

'' You 're compensate, 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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