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This suddenly narration was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical advisor '' for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange fashion in which a painslut 's nous and body work. In one of those sessions, she described her need to be `` broken once in a while in guild to persist sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the narrative itself is purely fictional, 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 billet waiting for the printer to spit out the final proposal paper he needed for his meeting with a guest. The sales event was already made. The hatful was done. All that was needed was a signature on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really serious month.

'' Bing ! '' His view of fillip and `` sales rep of the Month '' were interrupted by the sound of an entry school text. He glanced at the screen of his smart telephone set. It was from Becky. The message was very short ... only two password, `` Break me ! ``

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

Becky replied in a serial of extra two news texts, `` Whip me '' `` Spank me '' `` heartbeat me '' `` No limits ''

Again, Kevin 's reaction was one Holy Scripture, `` When ? ``

'' Now ! ``

At that tip, his secretary came into his office with various folders and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a mo text, `` Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract. Wll b hm aftr ''

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

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his phone so that he could deal with his secretarial assistant 's doubt.

After she left, he sat drumming his finger on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and staple five copy of the lengthy proposal. His lips were pursed together and his forehead was furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain in the ass - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to wondrous sex, but her schoolbook 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 `` hurt sex '' and said there was no pleasance in it for her. She said it did n't really hurt, but it did n't feel upright either. For her it was `` pain sex '' or `` no joy sex. ``

It was n't that she did n't bask sex. She greatly enjoyed regular put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal sex act `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what attitude they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure what she called oral sex because she did n't really view that sex. It was more same foreplay to her - even if it went all the way to climax for either of them.

Now she was asking for pain sensation and for pain sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several workweek. She had been growing more upstage and responded almost coldly to his common attempts to get her in the mood. About the only thing that seemed to wrench her on anymore was painfulness, pain and More pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short of this declaration and he would feature cancelled all the rest of his fitting for the day and gone home immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even speed through the final exam intro of the contract at the node 's place so that he could get home earlier. Too much was riding on this sales agreement for himself and for the companionship. So, it was a retentive three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to drop off signed copies of the contract with his company 's records shop assistant. Now he could go dwelling house and deal care 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 lighter of three `` galvanic candles '' he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the behind corners of the bed figure and her radiocarpal joint were trapped in special slip mi on roach that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the sideslip knots were a exceptional tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a certain point to forestall trauma, but still the person could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without movement. She may or may not birth heard him enter the way. There were three or four pillows under her articulatio coxae so that her ass was thrust gamey 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 the like voiced wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this closing off simpleness, and just as obviously had probably been held in post like this, cut off from front, sound and spark, since shortly after texting him four time of day 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 remove it from her mouth. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her 1st reading that he was in the room. `` I need you to say what you want, '' he said loudly, almost shouting into her certain ears.

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

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

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

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

'' stops '' was her safe word. Most people think of safe countersign only as something that brings everything to a stop when affair get too acute for the sub, but a good watchword is also very useful in those display case where you have to be trusted that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reason for a safe word is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the role or the vista. Subs often say things that are part of the office, and a top has to bonk when they are in purpose and when they are seriously giving selective information or asking. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as role of their fancy and beat their ass until it is bloody beefburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their brain with their actor's line, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an vivid spanking or beating.

Kevin replaced the musket ball gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the dresser next to the bed. There was a boat paddle, a broad leather whack, and a strange looking party whip that looked somewhat like a gumshoe 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 zero non-consensual about their human relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would take her well beyond her formula boundary. As he picked up the large wooden boat 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 resounding `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass face. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her stallion ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her fount into the bed and grunting in infliction, but at the Lapplander time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see wet forming between her stage. 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 bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the dresser and picked up the wide leather whack. It was black, and highly polished on one side. The crack of the bang hitting Becky 's thighs was much sharper than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to raise her ass up even mellow. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a buff rather than the swing of a belt.

Watching her answer to the belt, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted .... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by pain in the neck alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would call a `` painslut. '' She was more than capable of orgasm from just inflicted hurting. pain in the neck sexually excited her. botheration and joy were somehow mixed in her anxious organisation and her brain and the intensity of the annoyance could take her to very high point 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, wild argument. She knew which initiation to agitate in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to turn forcible. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost control, she just stopped and let him beat her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such action. He stopped and ran from their flat out into the night for a long walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the threshold sweet and well-chosen as if nothing had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was reluctant to talk, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the full point of delight from the botheration. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' pain in the ass 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 felicitous. It makes me find alive. '' Then her face lost all expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are side effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and More infliction to take me to the item of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a sure item, I start losing the ability to finger pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, individual, somehow, has to charter my consistence past times pain-pleasure to true up pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the botheration gets high enough, my brain reboot 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 mental capacity 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 psyche by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's swings with the heavy belt were moving slowly up her consistency. He was now creating wide, deep red welt on the very top of her ass boldness where they joined her back. She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelps. He moved back depleted so that the bash rap were centered on the meatiest component part of her ass. The yelp were now being overwhelmed by the moans 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 `` reboot her brain '' he needed to select her well beyond that extremum into avowedly pain-pain. He set down the smash and picked up the strange looking whiplash. It was made with two thin, grooved pieces of self-propelled serpentine belt that usually drive the timing cogwheel in a car 's engine. Someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few run swings on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each whang was about an inch wide, and was smooth on one side with put forward groove running the length of the belt on the other side of meat. Two pieces, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a forgetful wooden grip and wrapped in place with black leather. The lash could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the smooth side of meat was very abominable, but the grooved side created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a unanimous smack against the skin. The channel, however, concentrated the force of the reversal on the five rooftree on the face of the belt. That caused acute pain.

Because of the intensiveness of the painful sensation, even if the whiplash had made a loud smack when it struck, the noise would give been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's yell. Even through the ball gag, her riot were loud, long, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing true pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen stroking with the horrendous, timing whang tawse, Becky began nodding her head rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At first 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 retiring pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she need now to complete the rebooting process ?

Beck thrust her ass mellow 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 examination thing that was needed to break her and reset her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get intimate stimulation from hurting Becky. It was might that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a portion of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his corking aphrodisiac. bother, itself, was not a necessary part of that equivalence. As he had spanked and whipped and beat out her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to bang her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rush of intimate excitement through him that brought him immediately to fully size and gracelessness. He dropped the whiplash and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted botheration sex ... she needed pain sex, so he was n't concerned about being easy. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The sidesplitter of pain in the neck that escaped around the ball gag normally would let caused him to bar 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 lieu on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for several minute. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his dent 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 in the neck, 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 dickhead 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 pause she asked, `` Please unbrace me and view as me for a while. ``

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

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

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her titty. She responded with an saturation she had not had for various months. His signature was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their Holocene 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 part it with you. ``

Kevin once more than was on top of her, but now they were face to face and she was rising to satisfy each driving force as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and recondite. Then, as her passion continued to rise, her phonation started to become louder and to a greater extent shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, brassy, guttural cry.

They lay spent in each other 's arms for a farseeing time. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't sure enough you would understand what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't empathize, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would ingest to be a painslut like me to understand. '' she replied. `` My body needs hurting as if I were an addict and pain is my drug. But I build up opposition and if things do n't restart every so often, I will keep seeking more and More acute pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to give away me once in a patch to keep me altogether. ``

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

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