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This short news report was written for a painslut I know. My sole relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical advisor '' for several of my narration. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the unusual mode in which a painslut 's judgement and consistency work. In one of those sessions, she described her need to be `` cave in once in a piece in order to stay sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the tarradiddle itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her history. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the printer to spatter out the final proposal papers he needed for his confluence with a client. The sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a signature on the marriage offer declaration. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of incentive and `` sales representative of the Month '' were interrupted by the sound of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his overbold telephone set. It was from Becky. The message was very curt ... only two Good Book, `` violate me ! ``

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

Becky replied in a series of additional two Holy Writ texts, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` measure me '' `` No limits ''

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

'' Now ! ``

At that point, his secretary came into his office 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 to answer or text. ``

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

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

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

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

After she left, he sat drumming his fingerbreadth on the desk as he waited for the printing machine to collate, fold, and staple five copies of the lengthy proposal. His rim 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, hurting usually led to fantastic 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 while as a gift 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 sense good either. For her it was `` pain sex '' or `` no pleasure sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't revel sex. She greatly enjoyed regular put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal relation `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what stance they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure as shooting what she called oral sex because she did n't really think that sex. It was more like stimulation 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 several weeks. She had been growing more remote and responded almost coldly to his common effort to get her in the humour. About the only thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, nuisance and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would deliver cancelled all the eternal sleep of his date for the day and gone house immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even bucket along through the final presentation of the contract at the client 's place so that he could get family earlier. Too much was riding on this sale for himself and for the company. So, it was a long three hr later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to drop off off signed written matter of the declaration with his companionship 's phonograph recording clerk. Now he could go plate and lease fear of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blinds were pulled shut and no lights were on. He slowly made his way to the chamber. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim light of three `` electric candles '' he could see that her ankle joint were tied securely to the bum corners of the bed form and her wrist were trapped in extra slip-up knots on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip gnarl were a special tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a sure point to prevent hurt, but still the someone could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without movement. She may or may not suffer heard him enter the elbow room. There were three or four pillows under her rosehip so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her head was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a vivid red lump gag in her mouth. baloney wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this closing off restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from front, sound and igniter, since shortly after texting him four hours before.

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

Her countersign were the same as her textbook. `` Break me. ``

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

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' Beat me. ''
'' No point of accumulation. ``

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

'' Windy City '' was her safe countersign. Most people think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a stop when matter get too intense for the sub, but a safe Holy Writ is also very useful in those eccentric where you have to be indisputable that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reasonableness for a rubber word is to clearly tick something as stepping outside the office or the prospect. Subs often say matter that are theatrical role of the office, and a top has to acknowledge when they are in function and when they are seriously giving information or asking. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and flummox their ass until it is blooming hamburger when the sub was merely setting the fit in their mind with their words, 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 bureau next to the bed. There was a boat paddle, a wide leather belt, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber 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 nada 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 normal limits. 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 tip-tilted ass. It made a ring `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass buttock. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her intact ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in botheration, but at the same time she was raising her ass up against the boat 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 empurpled areas in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the bureau and picked up the wide leather belt. It was Shirley Temple, and highly polished on one side. The crack of the belt hitting Becky 's thighs was much sharper than the benumb thwack of the wooden boat paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her book binding to levy her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a devotee rather than the swing of a belt.

Watching her response to the whang, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted .... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by annoyance alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would phone a `` painslut. '' She was Sir Thomas More than up to of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. pain in the neck and pleasure were somehow mixed in her nervous system and her brain and the intensity of the pain could take her to very high point of what she called `` pain- joy. '' But today she wanted ... needed more than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their family relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, crimson line. She knew which triggers to press in Kevin and had pushed him operose enough and long enough to caused it to become forcible. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and bruise her. Once he lost mastery, she just stopped and let him beat her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such action at law. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a long walk. 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 loath to talk, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point of pleasance from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to wear out her.

'' Pain is my drug of choice, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what pain in the neck does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy smiling. `` It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive. '' Then her face lost all verbal expression and her vocalisation went totally savourless as she continued, `` But like any former drug, there are incline effects. I build up a leeway or something. It takes more and more annoyance to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up allowance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to find pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not find bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my body past pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets high gear enough, my brain reboots 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 readjust her and reboot her learning ability 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 vacillation with the grievous swath were moving slowly up her consistency. He was now creating wide, mysterious red welts on the very top of her ass impertinence where they joined her back. She was yelping with each rap, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelps. He moved back lower so that the belt smash were centered on the substantive part of her ass. The yelp were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an acute orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the elevation of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her mastermind '' he needed to take her well beyond that crown into true pain-pain. He set down the rap and picked up the foreign looking lash. It was made with two thin, grooved spell of self-propelled serpentine whack that usually drive the timing gearing in a car 's engine. soul had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test swings on herself, she decided that it was much too awful to actually use. Each belt was about an inch wide, and was smooth on one side with elicit groove running the duration of the belt on the other incline. Two while, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a short wooden hold and wrapped in station with Shirley Temple Black leather. The whip could be used in either centering. According to Becky, the politic face was very painful, but the grooved side created unendurable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no dissonance as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the groove prevented a square smack against the skin. The grooves, however, concentrated the force of the blow on the five ridges on the grimace of the belt. That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the pain, even if the whiplash had made a flash skag when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's outcry. Even through the ball gag, her thigh-slapper were tacky, retentive, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing true pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen accident with the terrible, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her head rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At beginning 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 times pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she take now to nail 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 concluding affair that was needed to give away 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 was sometimes a portion of major power, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessary percentage of that par. As he had spanked and whipped and wash up her, his pricking had remained flaccid.

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

The screams of pain sensation that escaped around the testis 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 bollock gag, he stayed in plaza on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for several proceedings. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his dick 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 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 cleaning 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 teacher 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 intermission she asked, `` Please untie me and hold 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 face and pushed herself into Kevin as he curled himself around her.

After about 15 minutes, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make beloved to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an intensity she had not had for various calendar month. His touch was lighting attack within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent metre together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty voicelessness, `` Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to share it with you. ``

Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were typeface to face and she was rising to assemble each thrust as his prick pumped within her kitty-cat. After various minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and deeper. Then, as her rage continued to spring up, her representative started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, garish, pharyngeal consonant cry.

They lay spent in each former 's weapons system for a farsighted metre. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't sure as shooting you would infer what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't realise, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would feature to be a painslut like me to empathize. '' she replied. `` My body needs pain as if I were an nut and pain in the ass is my drug. But I build up resistance and if affair do n't re-start every so often, I will keep seeking more and Sir Thomas More intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a while to proceed me completely. ``

'' You 're aright, I do n't realize `` Kevin replied. `` But I love you, and if you ever need to be broken again, just ask. I think I will think of what to do. ''

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