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This forgetful story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` proficient adviser '' for several of my report. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the unknown ways in which a painslut 's mind and soundbox study. In one of those sessions, she described her want to be `` fail once in a while in order to bide sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the story itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could deliver been her story. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his position waiting for the printing machine to spit out the net marriage offer papers he needed for his coming together with a client. The sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a signature tune on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really trade good month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of bonuses and `` Salesperson of the Month '' were interrupted by the auditory sensation of an incoming text. He glanced at the filmdom of his smart telephone set. It was from Becky. The content was very short ... only two words, `` Break me ! ``

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

Becky replied in a serial publication of additional two word texts, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` meter me '' `` No demarcation line ''

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

'' Now ! ``

At that point, his writing table came into his office with several folders and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a endorsement textbook, `` Mportnt mtg. Big $ declaration. Wll b hm aftr ''

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

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his phone 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 pressman to collate, fold, and staple five written matter of the lengthy marriage offer. His lips 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 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 `` anguish sex '' and said there was no pleasure in it for her. She said it did n't really hurt, but it did n't finger proficient either. For her it was `` infliction sex '' or `` no delight sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't relish sex. She greatly enjoyed regular put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal intercourse `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what position they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't certainly what she called viva sex because she did n't really consider that sex. It was more similar foreplay 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 various calendar week. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual attempt to get her in the humour. About the only thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, hurting and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract bridge and he would own cancelled all the rest of his appointments for the day and gone habitation immediately, but this was too crucial. He could n't even rush through the final exam demonstration of the contract at the client 's place so that he could get home earlier. Too much was riding on this sale for himself and for the company. So, it was a long three hour later, when Kevin, breathing a big suspiration of relief, was finally able to neglect off signed written matter of the contract bridge with his company 's records clerk. Now he could go base and contract aid of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blinds were pulled shut and no ignitor were on. He slowly made his way to the sleeping room. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim Light Within of three `` electric candles '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the hind end corners of the bed frame and her wrist joint were trapped in exceptional shift knots on roofy that looped through their monumental headboard. As he approached, he could see that the mooring mile were a special tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only reduce to a certain degree to keep accidental injury, but still the person could not loosen them by themselves.

She was lying totally quietly without move. She may or may not have got heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her pelvic arch so that her ass was thrust richly up into the air. Her head was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a vivid red Ball gag in her oral cavity. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her case. 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 light, since shortly after texting him four 60 minutes before.

He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the ball gag so that he could remove it from her backtalk. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her 1st 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 like as her text. `` Break me. ``

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

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

Kevin then said, `` verify, '' and Becky responded with `` Newmarket. ``

'' Chicago '' was her safe word. about 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 word is also very useful in those lawsuit where you have to be for sure that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reason for a rubber Word is to clearly cross out something as pace outside the role or the scene. hoagy often say things that are piece of the persona, and a top has to experience when they are in part and when they are seriously giving information or request. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and nonplus their ass until it is bloody hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their brain with their give-and-take, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an acute spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the ball gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the chest next to the bed. There was a paddle, a all-inclusive leather belt, and a unusual looking lash 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 zip non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific gild that would postulate her well beyond her rule limits. As he picked up the magnanimous 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 upset ass. It made a ring `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was undimmed red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain in the ass, but at the same metre 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 designate majestic orbit in the lustrous red. Kevin put the boat paddle back on the actor's assistant and picked up the blanket leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one side. The shot of the belt hitting Becky 's thighs was much penetrative than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her dorsum to raise her ass up even high-pitched. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a lover rather than the baseball swing of a belt.

observation her response to the bang, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted .... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by bother alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would call a `` painslut. '' She was more than able of orgasm from just inflicted pain in the ass. hurting sexually excited her. Pain and delight were somehow mixed in her spooky system and her brain and the chroma of the pain could select her to very senior high levels of what she called `` pain- joy. '' But today she wanted ... needed Sir Thomas More than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, violent logical argument. She knew which triggers to squeeze in Kevin and had pushed him severely enough and long enough to caused it to become physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost command and actually hit her and anguish her. Once he lost control condition, she just stopped and let him beat her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such action mechanism. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the dark for a long walking. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sweet and happy as if naught 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 develop her.

'' Pain is my drug of selection, '' 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 felicitous. It makes me feel alive. '' Then her fount lost all expression and her articulation went totally 2-dimensional as she continued, `` But like any former drug, there are side of meat effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more hurting to contain me to the percentage point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up margin gets to a sealed point, I start losing the power to sense pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain in the neck, not to feel good, but just to not find bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my consistence past pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the nuisance gets high school 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 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 mind by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's swing with the heavy whack were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, deep red wheal on the very top of her ass buttock where they joined her back. She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty groan developing beneath the yelp. He moved back depleted so that the bash strikes were centered on the meatiest part of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the groan and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an acute orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the tiptop of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her genius '' he needed to adopt her well beyond that peak into unfeigned pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the unusual looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved pieces of automotive serpentine belted ammunition that usually drive the timing power train in a car 's railway locomotive. Someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test lilt on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each belt was about an column inch all-embracing, and was smooth on one side with get up groove running the length of the knock on the other side of meat. Two pieces, each slightly more than a invertebrate foot long, had been attached to a short wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather. The whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the bland side was very painful, but the grooved side of meat created unendurable pain.

The fan-belt whiplash made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the channel prevented a solidness tang against the tegument. The vallecula, however, concentrated the force of the puff on the five ridgepole on the boldness of the bang. That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the annoyance, even if the whip had made a tawdry smack when it struck, the haphazardness would take in been heard because it would feature been drowned out by Becky 's yells. Even through the ball gag, her screams were loud, yearn, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing true up pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen strokes with the terrible, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her head rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At first gear Kevin sentiment 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 pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she necessitate now to complete the rebooting process ?

Beck thrust her ass in high spirits 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 last thing 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 superpower that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a piece of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his peachy aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a requisite function of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to fuck her brutally in the ass, however, sent a charge of sexual turmoil through him that brought him immediately to wide size and rigorousness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted bother sex ... she needed pain sex, so he was n't concerned about being blue-blooded. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The screams of pain that escaped around the ball gag normally would have caused him to cease immediately, but somehow he knew that she needed - if not wanted - this. So, despite the fact that she was sobbing heavily into the clump gag, he stayed in seat on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for various mo. 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 climax, he knew that this was n't an coming 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 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 shit still imbedded in her ass. For many hour they lay there, both of them breathing heavily. Kevin was unsure of what to do, so he just waited. Finally Becky shook her headland back and forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the bollock gag.

Once it was clear, Becky said softly, `` Thank you. '' Then after a pause she asked, `` Please untie me and hold me for a patch. ``

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

After about XV minutes, she rolled over to front him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make love life to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her knocker. She responded with an intensity she had not had for several months. His pinch 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 susurration, `` Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to share it with you. ``

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

They lay spent in each former 's munition for a recollective sentence. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't certain you would empathise what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't interpret, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would have to be a painslut like me to empathise. '' she replied. `` My soundbox needs pain as if I were an junky and hurting is my drug. But I build up resistance and if things do n't restart every so often, I will continue seeking more and Thomas More intense botheration until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to discover me once in a piece to stay fresh me whole. ``

'' You 're powerful, 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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