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This unforesightful story was written for a painslut I know. My solitary kinship with her is that of friendly relationship. She had been a `` technical advisor '' for respective of my story. In that linguistic context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the unusual shipway in which a painslut 's mind and body oeuvre. In one of those academic term, she described her need to be `` fracture once in a while in purchase order to continue sane. '' That word led to this floor. Although the tale itself is purely fabricated, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her news report. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his position waiting for the printer to spit out the final proposal newspaper he needed for his encounter with a node. The cut-rate sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a touch on the marriage offer contract. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of bonuses and `` Salesperson of the calendar month '' were interrupted by the sound of an entering text. He glanced at the screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very short-circuit ... only two wrangle, `` split up me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Now ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his telephone so that he could consider with his writing table 's enquiry.

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printing machine to collate, fold, and staple fibre five copies of the prolonged 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 wild 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 endowment 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 experience good either. For her it was `` painful sensation sex '' or `` no delight sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't enjoy sex. She greatly enjoyed unconstipated put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal sexual congress `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what position they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure enough what she called oral sex because she did n't really study 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 in the neck and for bother sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several calendar week. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual endeavour to get her in the mode. About the lonesome affair that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, pain and Sir Thomas More pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this declaration and he would take cancelled all the remainder of his assignment for the day and gone dwelling immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even rush through the final presentation of the contract at the client 's post so that he could get home earlier. Too much was riding on this sale for himself and for the fellowship. So, it was a long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to degenerate off ratify transcript of the contract with his companionship 's records clerk. Now he could go nursing home and rent care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the subterfuge 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 lighting of three `` electric standard candle '' he could see that her ankle joint were tied securely to the can corner of the bed frame and her wrists were trapped in special cutting mile on ropes that looped through their massive 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 prevent injury, but still the person could not unmake them by themselves.

She was lying totally quieten without campaign. She may or may not own heard him enter the way. 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 midst leather blindfold and had a undimmed red egg gag in her backtalk. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her cheek. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked alike lenient wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from movement, sound 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 get-go reading that he was in the room. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her certain ears.

Her row were the Sami as her school text. `` Break me. ``

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

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

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

'' Chicago '' was her safe word. Most mass think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a stop when affair get too vivid for the sub, but a safety 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 give-and-take is to clearly nock something as mistreat outside the persona or the scene. Subs often say matter that are part of the role, and a top has to know when they are in purpose and when they are seriously giving information or requests. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as contribution of their fancy and tick their ass until it is crashing hamburger when the sub was merely setting the setting in their intellect with their words, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an intense spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the Lucille Ball gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the dresser next to the bed. There was a paddle, a blanket leather belt ammunition, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a pencil eraser tawse. low identity card 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 zip non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific ordering that would fill her well beyond her pattern limits. As he picked up the heavy wooden 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 overturned ass. It made a resounding `` thwack '' and left a hopeful red diagonal across both ass face. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain in the ass, but at the same time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see moisture forming between her pegleg. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to bear witness regal domain in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the bureau and picked up the wide leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one face. The chap of the belt hitting Becky 's thighs was much penetrating than the slow 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 fan rather than the baseball swing of a belt.

observation her reception to the knock, 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 call a `` painslut. '' She was more than than capable of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. pain in the ass and pleasure were somehow mixed in her nervous organisation and her brain and the intensity of the painfulness could take aim her to very luxuriously layer of what she called `` pain- pleasure. '' But today she wanted ... needed to a greater extent than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, trigger-happy disceptation. She knew which triggers to compact in Kevin and had pushed him punishing 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 hurt her. Once he lost ascendence, she just stopped and let him stupefy her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such action. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a tenacious walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door dessert and happy as if cypher 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 stage of pleasure from the nuisance. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' bother 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 experience alive. '' Then her brass lost all reflexion and her articulation went totally two-dimensional as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are slope effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and to a greater extent infliction to take me to the tip of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to experience pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to experience good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to subscribe to my body past pain-pleasure to truthful pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets gamy enough, my head bring up 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 boot her psyche again, all she had to do was ask. Kevin now knew that Becky 's textbook 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 swings with the heavy smash were moving slowly up her physical structure. He was now creating wide, deep red welts on the very top of her ass nerve where they joined her back. She was yelping with each ten-strike, but there was a throaty groan developing beneath the yelps. He moved back lower berth so that the whang strikes were centered on the substantive part of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throe of an intense orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the vertex of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` bring up her learning ability '' he needed to need her well beyond that apex into true pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the unknown looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved pieces of automotive serpentine belted ammunition that usually drive the timing gear in a car 's engine. somebody had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test lilt on herself, she decided that it was much too sore to actually use. Each belt was about an inch encompassing, and was smooth on one side with farm rut running the length of the belt on the early position. Two pieces, each slightly More than a fundament long, had been attached to a short wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather. The whip could be used in either focal point. According to Becky, the smooth side of meat was very painful, but the grooved side created intolerable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no haphazardness as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the channel prevented a solid scag against the pelt. The vallecula, however, concentrated the force of the blow on the five ridge on the face of the belted ammunition. That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the pain in the ass, even if the whip had made a loud smack when it struck, the disturbance would suffer been heard because it would give 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 cam stroke with the terrible, timing whack tawse, Becky began nodding her head 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 tense pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she demand now to complete the rebooting process ?

Beck thrust her ass high 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 pleasance. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get intimate foreplay from hurting Becky. It was power that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a share of exponent, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessary percentage of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and thrum her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to have sex her brutally in the ass, however, sent a kick of sexual fervour through him that brought him immediately to full size and stiffness. He dropped the lash 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 screams of painfulness 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 situation on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for respective transactions. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his asshole 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 hurting, 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 prick still imbedded in her ass. For many instant they lay there, both of them breathing heavily. Kevin was unsure of what to do, so he just waited. Finally Becky shook her oral sex back and Forth River and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the lump gag.

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

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 minutes, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make love to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her titty. She responded with an intensity level she had not had for several months. His touch was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent 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 than was on top of her, but now they were fount to brass and she was rising to meet each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became unassailable and deeply. Then, as her rage continued to rise, her vocalisation started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, loud, pharyngeal cry.

They lay spent in each former 's weapons system for a farseeing time. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't sure enough 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 understand. '' she replied. `` My torso needs pain as if I were an addict and hurting is my drug. But I build up resistance and if affair do n't resume every so often, I will keep seeking more and to a greater extent intense bother until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break up me once in a spell to keep me unhurt. ``

'' You 're right, 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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