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This curtly report was written for a painslut I know. My only human relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` expert advisor '' for several of my report. In that circumstance, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange way in which a painslut 's judgment and body work. In one of those sessions, she described her motive to be `` broken once in a while in order to stay sane. '' That discussion led to this story. Although the report itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her floor. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his bureau waiting for the printer to pitter-patter out the terminal proposal document he needed for his merging with a client. The cut-rate sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a touch on the proposition contract. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His opinion of bonus and `` Salesperson of the Month '' were interrupted by the sound of an entry text. He glanced at the silver screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very short ... only two words, `` fall apart me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Now ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his phone so that he could carry on with his secretary 's doubt.

After she left, he sat drumming his finger's breadth on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and raw material five written matter of the lengthy proposal. His lips were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted painful sensation - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to fantastic 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 delight in it for her. She said it did n't really smart, but it did n't finger just either. For her it was `` pain 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 `` delight sex, '' regardless of what military position they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure what she called viva sex because she did n't really look at that sex. It was more like foreplay to her - even if it went all the way to climax for either of them.

Now she was asking for nuisance and for painful sensation sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for respective hebdomad. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual attempt to get her in the mood. About the only affair that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, annoyance and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything inadequate of this declaration and he would have cancelled all the residue of his assignment for the day and gone plate immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even rush through the final presentment of the contract at the node 's property so that he could get home earlier. Too lots was riding on this sale for himself and for the company. So, it was a farseeing three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of reliever, was finally able to drop off signed transcript of the declaration with his caller 's criminal record clerk. Now he could go home and take on care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. 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 light of three `` galvanic candles '' he could see that her mortise joint were tied securely to the bottom corners of the bed chassis and her wrists were trapped in peculiar slip greyback on ropes that looped through their monumental headboard. As he approached, he could see that the miscue greyback were a special tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a certain head to prevent injury, but still the soul could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally restrained without movement. She may or may not have heard him enter the elbow room. There were three or four pillows under her articulatio coxae 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 burnished red testicle gag in her lip. taradiddle wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked the like sonant wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this isolation constraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in topographic point like this, cut off from movement, audio and light, since shortly after texting him four hour before.

He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the clump 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 Saami as her text edition. `` Break me. ``

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

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

Kevin then said, `` affirm, '' and Becky responded with `` Michigan. ``

'' Michigan '' was her condom word. Most people think of prophylactic news only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too intense for the sub, but a safe Holy Writ is also very useful in those font where you have to be sure that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The understanding for a safe word is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the role or the scene. grinder often say things that are portion of the role, and a top has to know when they are in persona and when they are seriously giving information or petition. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as character of their fantasy and beat their ass until it is bloody hamburger when the sub was merely setting the fit in their idea 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 toilet table next to the bed. There was a boat paddle, a wide leather belt ammunition, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a condom tawse. minor poster were on 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 nothing non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would take on her well beyond her formula terminal point. As he picked up the large wooden boat paddle, Kevin wished he knew for sure as shooting what it was ... and why ... and for what purpose.

He turned and slammed the totter down on Becky 's upturned ass. It made a resounding `` thwack '' and left a bright red slash across both ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain, 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 point empurple orbit in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the actor's assistant and picked up the astray leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one incline. The crack 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 backbone to elicit her ass up even high-pitched. 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 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 able of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. pain sensation and delight were somehow sundry in her neural system and her brain and the intensiveness of the nuisance could ingest her to very high horizontal surface 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, violent argument. She knew which induction to press in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to go 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 mechanism. He stopped and ran from their flat out into the nighttime for a long walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the flat. Becky greeted him at the doorway sweet and happy as if cypher had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was loth to talk, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the full point of pleasure from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' hurting is my drug of choice, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what pain sensation 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 expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, `` But like any early drug, there are face burden. 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 tolerance gets to a sealed full point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing annoyance, not to experience near, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to accept my soundbox past pain-pleasure to on-key pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets gamey enough, my psyche 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 bring up her wit 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 boot her brain by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's swings with the large swath were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, recondite red welts on the very top of her ass impertinence where they joined her back. She was yelping with each bang, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelp. He moved back dispirited so that the bang tap were centered on the meatiest part of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throe of an intense coming.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the peak of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her Einstein '' he needed to take her well beyond that superlative into true pain-pain. He set down the swath and picked up the unusual looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved pieces of self-propelling serpentine belt that usually drive the timing gears in a car 's railway locomotive. Someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few mental test lilt on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each belt was about an inch wide-cut, and was smooth on one side with invoke grooves running the length of the swath on the other English. Two pieces, each slightly Sir Thomas More than a foot long, had been attached to a dead wooden grip and wrapped in place with black leather. The whip could be used in either charge. According to Becky, the placid side was very dreadful, but the groove face created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whiplash made almost no racket as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a solid smack against the peel. The grooves, however, concentrated the force of the bump on the five rooftree on the look of the smash. That caused intense pain.

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

After about ten or 15 strokes with the terrible, timing belt 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 past pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she necessitate now to dispatch the rebooting mental 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 last thing that was needed to break her and readjust her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a on-key sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was major power that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a parting of mogul, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. botheration, itself, was not a requirement part of that par. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his tool had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to fuck her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rush of intimate exhilaration through him that brought him immediately to full size and stiffness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted pain in the ass sex ... she needed pain sex, so he was n't concerned about being gentle. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The riot of bother that escaped around the ball 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 ballock 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 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 orgasm, 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 char 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 pull in, Becky said softly, `` Thank you. '' Then after a pause she asked, `` Please undo me and declare 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 side and pushed herself into Kevin as he curled himself around her.

After about fifteen minutes, she rolled over to front him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make love 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 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 rustle, `` 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 face to face and she was rising to adjoin each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became strong and deeper. Then, as her cacoethes continued to heighten, her voice started to go louder and Thomas More shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, loud, guttural cry.

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

'' I still do n't see, '' 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 junky and pain is my drug. But I build up immunity and if things do n't restart every so often, I will celebrate seeking more than and more intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to give out me once in a while to keep me whole. ``

'' You 're right, I do n't realise `` 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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