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This short history was written for a painslut I know. My only human relationship with her is that of friendly relationship. She had been a `` technical adviser '' for various of my stories. In that linguistic context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which a painslut 's mind and body study. In one of those academic session, she described her need to be `` burst once in a while in ordination to stay sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the floor itself is purely fancied, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her story. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the printing machine to spew out the final proposal papers he needed for his encounter with a guest. The sales agreement was already made. The spate was done. All that was needed was a signature on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of incentive and `` Salesperson of the Month '' were interrupted by the speech sound of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very short ... only two words, `` discover me ! ``

His reply was even myopic, `` Clarify. ``

Becky replied in a series of additional two word of honor texts, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` Beat me '' `` No bound ''

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

'' Now ! ``

At that decimal point, his secretaire came into his office with several folders and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a sec text, `` Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract. Wll b hm aftr ''

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

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his earpiece so that he could deal with his secretary 's dubiousness.

After she left, he sat drumming his finger's breadth on the desk as he waited for the printing machine to collate, pen up, and staple five copy of the lengthy proposal. His backtalk were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to enter out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain in the neck - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, nuisance 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 piece as a endowment to him. She called it `` pain sex '' and said there was no delight in it for her. She said it did n't really hurt, but it did n't feel sound either. For her it was `` nuisance sex '' or `` no pleasure sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't savor sex. She greatly enjoyed regular put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal intercourse `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what stead they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure as shooting what she called unwritten sex because she did n't really consider 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 painful sensation and for infliction sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several weeks. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual attempts to get her in the humour. About the only thing that seemed to plough her on anymore was pain, pain and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would birth cancelled all the ease of his engagement for the day and gone plate immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even rush along through the final examination display of the contract at the node 's place so that he could get home earlier. Too much was riding on this cut-rate sale for himself and for the troupe. So, it was a long three hour later, when Kevin, breathing a big suspiration of relief, was finally able to drip off sign on copy of the contract with his company 's records clerk. Now he could go dwelling house and take 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 bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim light of three `` electric standard candle '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the bottom corners of the bed bod and her carpus were trapped in especial slip knots on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slick knots were a peculiar 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 trauma, but still the person could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without campaign. She may or may not have heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her coxa 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 bright red chunk gag in her mouth. dribble wet the pillow slightly beneath her brass. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft 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, phone and light, since shortly after texting him four hours before.

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

Her words were the like as her text. `` Break me. ``

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

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' pulse me. ''
'' No bound. ``

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

'' Newmarket '' was her safety word. most the great unwashed think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too vivid for the sub, but a prophylactic news is also very useful in those sheath where you have to be certainly that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reasonableness for a safe word is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the role or the prospect. Italian sandwich often say things that are part of the role, and a top has to jazz when they are in role and when they are seriously giving information or asking. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as piece of their fancy and beat their ass until it is bloody hamburger 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 vanity next to the bed. There was a paddle, a widely leather belt, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. low 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 nil non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something particular to her in a particular guild that would take her well beyond her normal demarcation. 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 coggle down on Becky 's upturned ass. It made a resonating `` thwack '' and left a smart red slash across both ass impudence. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was smart red. Becky was pushing her expression 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 ramification. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to show purple areas in the shining red. Kevin put the boat paddle back on the vanity and picked up the wide leather rap. It was black, and highly polished on one slope. The go of the knock hitting Becky 's thighs was much sharper than the dense thwack of the wooden boat paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to recruit her ass up even gamey. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a lover rather than the swing 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 holler a `` painslut. '' She was more than up to of orgasm from just inflicted pain. bother sexually excited her. Pain and joy were somehow mixed in her aflutter system and her brain and the intensity of the nuisance could choose her to very high stage of what she called `` pain- pleasure. '' But today she wanted ... needed more than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, crimson controversy. She knew which gun trigger to press in Kevin and had pushed him heavily enough and long enough to caused it to go physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and bruise her. Once he lost control, she just stopped and let him beat her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was up to of such action. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the nighttime for a recollective walking. After he had calmed down, he returned to the flat. 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 loath to talk, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point of pleasance from the pain in the neck. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' Pain is my drug of alternative, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what pain 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 expression and her phonation went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any early drug, there are incline effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more than hurting to take me to the item of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a sealed stop, I start losing the ability to sense pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to find good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, somebody, somehow, has to carry my body retiring pain-pleasure to genuine pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again. ``

Kevin did n't translate what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to reset her and boot 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 brain by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's swings with the heavy belt were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating encompassing, 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 yelps. He moved back lower so that the belt bang were centered on the substantive part of her ass. The yelp were now being overwhelmed by the groan and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throe of an intense orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the efflorescence of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her learning ability '' he needed to take her well beyond that peak into true pain-pain. He set down the belt ammunition and picked up the strange looking lash. It was made with two thin, grooved musical composition of automotive serpentine bang that usually drive the timing gears in a car 's locomotive engine. someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few exam swings on herself, she decided that it was much too unspeakable to actually use. Each belt was about an column inch wide of the mark, and was smooth on one position with elicit grooves running the length of the whang on the early English. Two musical composition, each slightly more than than a foot long, had been attached to a unawares wooden handle and wrapped in office with black leather. The whip could be used in either centering. According to Becky, the smooth side of meat was very dreadful, but the groove side created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whiplash made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the channel prevented a firm smack against the skin. The groove, however, concentrated the force out of the blow on the five ridge on the cheek of the belt ammunition. That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the botheration, even if the whip had made a cheap smack when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's yells. Even through the testicle gag, her screams were loud, foresighted, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well retiring pain-pleasure and experiencing true pain-pain.

After about ten or xv strokes with the terrible, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her forefront rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At first Kevin sentiment she was yelling in nuisance, 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 need 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. `` annoyance sex, now. '' The final matter that was needed to break her and reset her was sex without joy. Kevin was not a avowedly sadist. He did not get sexual foreplay from hurting Becky. It was might that turned him on. Inflicting pain sensation was sometimes a part of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a essential office of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his shaft had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to fuck her brutally in the ass, however, sent a charge of sexual excitation through him that brought him immediately to replete size and rigour. He dropped the party whip and crawled up onto the bed between her ramification. She wanted pain sex ... she needed pain sex, so he was n't concerned about being appease. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The screams of botheration that escaped around the bollock gag normally would birth caused him to hold back 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 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 whoreson 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 sexual climax for her. Becky was obviously in pain, not bliss. After Kevin climaxed, Becky went limp as if completing an coming, 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 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 restrain 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 slope and pushed herself into Kevin as he curled himself around her.

After about fifteen bit, she rolled over to present him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make love life to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her white meat. She responded with an loudness she had not had for respective months. His touch was lighting firing 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 share it with you. ``

Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were font to face and she was rising to meet each poking as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and mystifying. Then, as her cacoethes 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 former 's sleeve for a retentive meter. 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 have to be a painslut like me to understand. '' she replied. `` My consistency needs nuisance as if I were an freak and pain in the neck is my drug. But I build up impedance and if things do n't resume every so often, I will keep back seeking More and to a greater extent intense pain sensation until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a patch to continue 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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