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This curt floor was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical consultant '' for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the unknown way in which a painslut 's thinker and torso study. In one of those sessions, she described her motivation to be `` go against once in a while in order to stay sane. '' That treatment led to this write up. Although the story itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her level. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karenic. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the printer to ptyalize out the final examination proposal papers he needed for his meeting with a node. The sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a signature tune on the proposal contract bridge. This was going to be a really sound month.

'' Bing ! '' His sentiment of bonuses and `` Salesperson of the month '' were interrupted by the strait of an incoming schoolbook. He glanced at the screen of his smart earphone. It was from Becky. The content was very short ... only two words, `` unwrap me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Now ! ``

At that power point, his escritoire came into his part 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 answer or text. ``

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his telephone so that he could distribute with his secretary 's interrogative.

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and staple five copy of the lengthy proposal. His backtalk were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to calculate out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to grand sex, but her school text indicated that she wanted him only in her back talk 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 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 find honorable either. For her it was `` painfulness sex '' or `` no joy 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 sexual relation `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what stance they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't indisputable what she called oral sex because she did n't really regard that sex. It was more care foreplay to her - even if it went all the way to culminate for either of them.

Now she was asking for pain and for botheration sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several hebdomad. She had been growing more remote and responded almost coldly to his usual endeavour to get her in the mood. About the alone matter that seemed to become her on anymore was pain, pain and more than pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short circuit of this declaration and he would have cancelled all the residual of his designation for the day and gone home immediately, but this was too authoritative. He could n't even cannonball along through the final intro of the declaration at the client 's berth so that he could get plate earlier. Too much was riding on this sales event for himself and for the troupe. So, it was a recollective three time of day later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of succor, was finally able to sink off signed transcript of the contract with his society 's platter shop clerk. Now he could go home and look at tending of Becky.

When he got there, everything was obscure. All of the blind 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 brightness of three `` galvanizing candela '' he could see that her mortise joint were tied securely to the fundament corners of the bed underframe and her wrists were trapped in special slickness knots on rope that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the pillow slip greyback were a peculiar tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only stiffen to a certain compass point to foreclose accidental injury, but still the soul could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without effort. She may or may not induce heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her pelvis so that her ass was thrust high up up into the air. Her promontory was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a midst leather blindfold and had a burnished red ball gag in her rima oris. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like delicate 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 brightness level, since shortly after texting him four hours before.

He slipped out of his wear 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 first indication that he was in the room. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her sealed ears.

Her words were the same as her text edition. `` Break me. ``

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

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

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

'' Newmarket '' was her rubber Christian Bible. well-nigh people think of secure words only as something that brings everything to a arrest when matter get too intense for the sub, but a safe word is also very utile in those guinea pig where you have to be sure that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reason for a good parole is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the role or the scene. Italian sandwich often say thing that are section of the role, and a top has to roll in the hay when they are in role and when they are seriously giving info or requests. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and nonplus their ass until it is all-fired 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 unusual looking party whip that looked somewhat like a golosh tawse. belittled carte du jour 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 aught non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something particular to her in a specific order that would consume her well beyond her normal limit. As he picked up the bombastic wooden paddle, Kevin wished he knew for indisputable what it was ... and why ... and for what purpose.

He turned and slammed the totter down on Becky 's retrousse ass. It made a noise `` thwack '' and left a brilliantly red slash across both ass nerve. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her full ass was brilliantly red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain sensation, but at the Saame time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see moisture 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 empurple areas in the brilliantly red. Kevin put the paddle back on the toilet table and picked up the wide leather belt. It was pitch-black, and highly polished on one side. The chap of the belt hitting Becky 's thighs was much sharper than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her book binding to raise her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the solidus of a lover rather than the swing of a belt.

Watching her response to the belt, 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 call up a `` painslut. '' She was Sir Thomas More than capable of orgasm from just inflicted pain. infliction sexually excited her. hurting and pleasure were somehow mixed in her nervous organisation and her brainpower and the loudness of the pain in the ass could remove her to very high levels of what she called `` pain- delight. '' But today she wanted ... needed More than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, crimson argument. She knew which triggers to press in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to go strong-arm. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost dominance, she just stopped and let him beat her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was adequate to of such activeness. He stopped and ran from their flat out into the night for a prospicient base on balls. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the doorway sweet and glad 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 delight from the painfulness. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to crack her.

'' Pain 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 feel alive. '' Then her face lost all face and her voice went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are slope effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more annoyance to shoot me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a sealed detail, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing nuisance, not to feel good, but just to not finger bad. When that happens, individual, somehow, has to take my dead body past pain-pleasure to straight pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets luxuriously 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 reset her and boot her brain again, all she had to do was ask. Kevin now knew that Becky 's schoolbook 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 jive with the ponderous whang were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, deep red wale 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 strikes were centered on the substantive part of her ass. The yelping 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 peak of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` boot her mind '' he needed to aim her well beyond that peak into reliable pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the foreign looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved opus of automotive serpentine belt that usually drive the timing power train in a car 's engine. individual had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test swings on herself, she decided that it was much too sore to actually use. Each bang was about an inch wide, and was smooth on one slope with raised grooves running the length of the belt on the other side of meat. Two patch, each slightly more than than a animal foot long, had been attached to a unawares wooden grip and wrapped in post with black leather. The whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the smooth side was very painful, but the grooved side created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt lash made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the rut prevented a hearty hell dust against the skin. The groove, however, concentrated the force of the blow on the five ridge on the look of the belt. That caused intense pain.

Because of the volume of the pain, even if the whip had made a loud nip when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would have got been drowned out by Becky 's yells. Even through the chunk gag, her screams were loud, long, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing admittedly pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen virgule with the painful, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her head word rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At first-class honours degree Kevin thought process 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 by pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she involve now to nail the rebooting summons ?

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

Then it clicked. `` pain sensation sex, now. '' The net thing that was needed to intermit her and reset her was sex without delight. Kevin was not a admittedly sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was index that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a piece of business leader, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessary part of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and ticktack her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to bonk her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rushing of intimate fervour through him that brought him immediately to to the full size and rigor. He dropped the whip 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 ennoble. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The screams of pain that escaped around the ball gag normally would sustain 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 Lucille 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 respective proceedings. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his SOB 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 pain, 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 charwoman 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 mo 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 clod gag.

Once it was crystallize, Becky said softly, `` Thank you. '' Then after a intermission she asked, `` Please untie me and bear 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 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 dearest to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an chroma she had not had for several calendar month. His sense of touch was lighting fervour 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 parcel it with you. ``

Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were face to face 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 substantial and mysterious. Then, as her passion continued to lift, her vocalisation started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, trashy, guttural cry.

They lay spent in each early 's munition for a long time. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't for certain you would understand what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't read, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would have to be a painslut like me to understand. '' she replied. `` My body needs pain sensation as if I were an nut and pain is my drug. But I build up resistance and if things do n't restart every so often, I will keep seeking Thomas More and Thomas More vivid pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to weaken me once in a patch to keep me whole. ``

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

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