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This short story was written for a painslut I know. My just relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` expert advisor '' for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the unusual ways in which a painslut 's mind and body workplace. In one of those sessions, she described her need to be `` divulge once in a spell in order to stay sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the narrative itself is purely fictitious, I showed it to her and she said it could make been her level. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his agency waiting for the pressman to spew out the final exam proposal of marriage papers he needed for his merging with a client. The sale was already made. The mass was done. All that was needed was a key signature on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His thoughts of bonuses and `` sales rep of the Month '' were interrupted by the sound of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his wise telephone. It was from Becky. The substance was very short ... only two news, `` Break me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Now ! ``

At that breaker point, his secretary came into his office with several brochure and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a indorsement textual matter, `` Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract bridge. Wll b hm aftr ''

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

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his headphone so that he could dish out with his writing table 's dubiousness.

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers 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 supercilium was furrowed as he tried to compute out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted annoyance - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, painful sensation usually led to howling sex, but her textbook 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 feel good either. For her it was `` pain 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 intercourse `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what position they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't certain what she called oral sex because she did n't really consider that sex. It was more the likes of 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 several hebdomad. She had been growing more upstage and responded almost coldly to his usual attempts to get her in the climate. About the entirely thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was painful sensation, pain and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would suffer cancelled all the residuum of his appointments for the day and gone plate immediately, but this was too authoritative. He could n't even rush through the terminal introduction of the contract at the client 's place so that he could get dwelling earlier. Too often was riding on this cut-rate sale for himself and for the companionship. So, it was a farsighted three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able-bodied to drop off signed transcript of the contract with his company 's phonograph recording shop assistant. Now he could go home and take attention of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blind were pulled shut and no ignitor were on. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim lightness of three `` galvanizing candles '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the prat street corner of the bed inning and her wrists were trapped in special slip knots on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip grayback were a extra tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a certain stop to prevent harm, but still the person could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally pipe down without crusade. She may or may not have heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her hips 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 ball gag in her mouth. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her side. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft wax sealing her pinna. She had obviously put herself in this isolation constraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in berth like this, cut off from movement, sound and light, since shortly after texting him four hours 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 hit it from her oral cavity. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her offset indication that he was in the way. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her certain ears.

Her words were the Saame as her textual matter. `` Break me. ``

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

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' beatnik me. ''
'' No demarcation line. ``

Kevin then said, `` control, '' and Becky responded with `` boodle. ``

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

The reason for a prophylactic Logos is to clearly mark something as ill-use outside the office or the panorama. hero sandwich often say thing that are part of the role, and a top has to have it away 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 constituent of their fantasy and stupefy their ass until it is bloody hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their head with their row, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an intense spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the bollock gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the toilet table next to the bed. There was a paddle, a full leather bang, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. Small scorecard 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 zippo non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a particular order that would take aim her well beyond her pattern 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 dodder down on Becky 's tip-tilted ass. It made a reverberate `` thwack '' and left a bright red gash across both ass face. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her full ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her facial expression into the bed and grunting in infliction, but at the like time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see wet 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 region in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the dresser 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 crisp than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to call down her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the cam stroke of a devotee 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 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 sensation. infliction sexually excited her. painfulness and joy were somehow mixed in her nervous system and her encephalon and the saturation of the pain could film her to very high levels 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 protracted, red argument. She knew which gun trigger to contract in Kevin and had pushed him strong enough and long enough to caused it to get physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost ascendancy, 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 dark for a recollective walkway. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door afters and happy as if nothing had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was reluctant to sing, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point of joy from the hurting. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' Pain is my drug of choice, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what hurting 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 face lost all expression and her representative went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are face outcome. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the distributor point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up permissiveness gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain in the neck, not to experience beneficial, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, somebody, somehow, has to take my body preceding pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain sensation gets high gear enough, my psyche bring up itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again. ``

Kevin did n't sympathise 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 textual matter 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 expectant belt were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide-cut, deep red welt on the very top of her ass cheeks 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 smasher were centered on the meaty part of her ass. The yelps 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 `` boot her mastermind '' he needed to submit her well beyond that peak into true pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the strange looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved pieces of automotive serpentine whang that usually drive the timing gears in a car 's locomotive engine. individual had given it to Becky, but after trying a few trial run golf stroke on herself, she decided that it was much too dreadful to actually use. Each rap was about an column inch wide-cut, and was smooth on one position with resurrect vallecula running the length of the belt on the other side of meat. Two man, each slightly more than than a groundwork long, had been attached to a short wooden grip and wrapped in post with black leather. The lash could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the tranquil English was very painful, but the grooved face created unendurable pain.

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

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

After about ten or XV strokes with the horrendous, timing belt ammunition tawse, Becky began nodding her heading rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At number one Kevin thought she was yelling in pain in the neck, but then he realized she was trying to say, `` Now. Now. ``

'' Now what ? '' he thought. What am I supposed to do now ? She was yesteryear 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 break her and readjust her was sex without delight. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual foreplay from hurting Becky. It was power that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a part of exponent, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. painful sensation, itself, was not a necessary part 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 surge of sexual excitement through him that brought him immediately to full size of it and stiffness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted annoyance sex ... she needed hurting sex, so he was n't concerned about being easy. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The screams of pain that escaped around the glob 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 testis gag, he stayed in place on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for various 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 coming, 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 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 cocksucker still imbedded in her ass. For many transactions 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 egg gag.

Once it was well-defined, Becky said softly, `` Thank you. '' Then after a interruption she asked, `` Please untie me and withstand me for a while. ``

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

After about fifteen bit, she rolled over to front him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make honey to me. ``

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

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

They lay spent in each other 's arms for a foresightful time. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't sure you would sympathize 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 understand. '' she replied. `` My body needs pain as if I were an freak and annoyance is my drug. But I build up opposition and if thing do n't restart every so often, I will stay fresh seeking more and more vivid pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a spell to maintain me whole. ``

'' You 're right, 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 retrieve what to do. ''

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