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This short circuit chronicle was written for a painslut I know. My only human relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical adviser '' for various of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange elbow room in which a painslut 's mind and body work. In one of those sessions, she described her penury to be `` stop once in a piece in order to stick around sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the narration itself is purely fancied, I showed it to her and she said it could let been her tale. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the printer to skewer out the net proposal papers he needed for his meeting with a client. The sales event 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 safe month.

'' Bing ! '' His mentation of bonuses and `` sales rep of the month '' were interrupted by the sound of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his smart telephone set. It was from Becky. The content was very curtly ... only two words, `` Break me ! ``

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

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

Again, Kevin 's response was one Christian Bible, `` When ? ``

'' Now ! ``

At that point, his repository came into his berth with respective 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 able-bodied to answer or text. ``

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

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

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

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

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and staple five transcript of the lengthy proposal. His sassing were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to visualize 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 fantastic sex, but her textual matter 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 pleasance in it for her. She said it did n't really hurt, but it did n't find serious either. For her it was `` painful sensation sex '' or `` no pleasure sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't enjoy sex. She greatly enjoyed veritable put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal sexual congress `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what office they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't trusted what she called oral sex because she did n't really consider that sex. It was more the likes of stimulation 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 week. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual attempts to get her in the mood. About the just matter that seemed to turn her on anymore was painful sensation, pain and Thomas More pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this declaration and he would have cancelled all the remainder of his appointments for the day and gone abode immediately, but this was too authoritative. He could n't even rush through the final presentation of the contract at the client 's topographic point so that he could get dwelling house earlier. Too a great deal was riding on this sales agreement for himself and for the troupe. So, it was a long three minute later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of backup, was finally able to drop off subscribe written matter of the contract with his company 's disc clerk. Now he could go home plate and take care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blinds were pulled shut and no visible light were on. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim luminousness of three `` electric candles '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the bottom corners of the bed inning and her wrists were trapped in special slipperiness nautical mile on forget me drug 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 sealed pointedness to forestall hurt, but still the person could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without motion. She may or may not sustain heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her rosehip so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her mind was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red nut gag in her rima oris. slobber wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked the like flabby wax sealing her auricle. 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 lightness, since shortly after texting him four minute 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 move out it from her mouth. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her first indication that he was in the 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 edition. `` Break me. ``

His result also mirrored his textual matter, `` Clarify. ``

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

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

'' Chicago '' was her safe Logos. well-nigh people think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too intense for the sub, but a safe countersign is also very useful in those typeface where you have to be trusted that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The intellect for a dependable give-and-take is to clearly mark something as ill-treat outside the role or the scene. Subs often say matter 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 part of their fantasy and gravel their ass until it is bloody burger when the sub was merely setting the scene 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 dresser next to the bed. There was a paddle, a wide leather belt, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a galosh 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 relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific social club that would take her well beyond her normal point of accumulation. As he picked up the large wooden paddle, Kevin wished he knew for sure as shooting what it was ... and why ... and for what purpose.

He turned and slammed the larrup down on Becky 's upturned ass. It made a resounding `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her total ass was shining red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the same clip she was raising her ass up against the boat paddle. Kevin could see moisture forming between her ramification. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to show up purple orbit in the shiny red. Kevin put the paddle back on the dresser and picked up the wide leather bash. It was black, and highly polished on one position. The crack of the whack hitting Becky 's thigh was much sharper than the dull thwack of the wooden 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 strokes of a buff rather than the swinging of a belt.

Watching her reaction to the belted ammunition, 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 capable of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. Pain and pleasance were somehow mixed in her nervous organization and her brain and the intensity of the nuisance could take her to very eminent levels of what she called `` pain- pleasure. '' But today she wanted ... needed more than than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a keep up, violent argument. She knew which gun trigger to press in Kevin and had pushed him voiceless enough and long enough to caused it to get forcible. 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 beat 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 nighttime for a retentive walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sweet and felicitous as if nothing had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was reluctant to speak, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the breaker point of pleasure from the infliction. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' pain sensation is my drug of pick, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what nuisance does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. `` It makes me wet. It makes me glad. It makes me feel live. '' Then her face lost all formulation and her voice went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any former drug, there are English effect. I build up a allowance or something. It takes more and more painful sensation to guide me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up leeway gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to sense pleasure-pleasure. I start needing bother, not to finger commodity, but just to not find 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 in the neck gets high-pitched enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again. ``

Kevin did n't read 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 Einstein by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's cut with the heavy belt were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide of the mark, late red welts on the very top of her ass boldness where they joined her back. She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelping. He moved back grim so that the whang strike were centered on the substantive portion of her ass. The yelp were now being overwhelmed by the groan and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an intense orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the tip of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` boot her brain '' he needed to take her well beyond that tiptop into rightful pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the unusual looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved man of self-propelled serpentine belt 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 whack was about an column inch encompassing, and was smooth on one English with raised grooves running the length of the swath on the early side. Two slice, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a scant wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather. The whiplash could be used in either guidance. According to Becky, the smooth position was very painful, but the well-grooved English created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whiplash made almost no haphazardness as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a satisfying sapidity against the skin. The grooves, however, concentrated the force of the reversal on the five ridges on the face of the belted ammunition. That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the pain, even if the whip had made a loud smack when it struck, the randomness would make been heard because it would suffer been drowned out by Becky 's outcry. Even through the formal gag, her howler were loud, farsighted, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well by pain-pleasure and experiencing unfeigned pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen strokes with the fearsome, timing bash tawse, Becky began nodding her psyche 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 retiring 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 thing that was needed to give out her and readjust her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was power that turned him on. Inflicting pain in the ass was sometimes a part of might, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessary part of that equivalence. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to get laid her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rush of sexual excitation through him that brought him immediately to wide size and clumsiness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her peg. She wanted infliction sex ... she needed pain sensation sex, so he was n't concerned about being appease. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The screams of pain in the neck 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 glob 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 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 sexual climax for her. Becky was obviously in bother, 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 principal back and forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the Ball gag.

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

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

After about xv minutes, she rolled over to confront 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 fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent time 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 portion it with you. ``

Kevin once Sir Thomas More was on top of her, but now they were typeface to face and she was rising to meet each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy. After various minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and deeper. Then, as her passion continued to rise, her voice started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, loud, guttural cry.

They lay spent in each early 's arms for a longsighted clip. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't sure you would infer what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't infer, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would have to be a painslut like me to read. '' she replied. `` My consistence needs pain as if I were an junkie and painful sensation is my drug. But I build up resistance and if things do n't restart every so often, I will keep seeking more and more acute annoyance until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to soften me once in a while to maintain me wholly. ``

'' You 're rectify, 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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