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It was n't even a veridical company. It was just our regular Friday dark get-together for pizza and a movie. We were in college and were n't part of the frat and Sorority crowd. Some of us were commuters. Some lived in the dorms. Most go in off-campus housing. There was one off- campus rooming house that had a Brobdingnagian shared sustenance room with what was, for that day, a big- screen TV. That was where we met.

Everyone was expected to chip in $ 5.00 toward pizza pie and pop. If you wanted beer or strong, you had to institute it yourself, and you had to be walking or taking the campus shuttle service when you left. Somebody rented or brought a movie or two and we ate pizza, drank beer, and talked until about one or two in the dawning and then everyone went home.

Once in a while mortal would add a day of the month. Occasionally a couple who met there would go habitation together, but for the most contribution it was just a bunch of college educatee on very plastered budgets killing an evening with pizza, beer and dogshit ... except that one night.

Doctor Lowell Thomas, one of the prof in the psychology department, had just gotten a book published and had given an open lecture earlier in the week entitled, `` Sexual Masochism - normal or Aberrant Behavior ? '' It being a college campus, that was one opened speech that was actually pretty well attended.

Dave had gone to the public lecture and was spouting off about it all being shit. `` These nuts do n't really get pleasure out of pain. They are just passive voice pussies that let other citizenry push them around and then try to apologise themselves by saying that they enjoy it. ''

Dave was a psychological science major and considered himself to be the assertive alpha male of our group. We all knew that because hardly a Friday night went by that somewhere in the conversation Dave did not say in his most ceremonious phonation, `` I am, after all, the self-asserting alpha male of this pack. ''

The chemical group thought of him more in full term of a different set of Book beginning with `` A '' and when he was not present referred to him as `` our aggressive asshole male. ''

I do n't live if it was that Dave had consumed a little too very much beer or that he wanted to prove his favorable position above the `` sick nookie that Dr. T had been talking about, '' but he became more and more obnoxious and more and more insistent that all `` so-called masochists '' were just `` passive twat who wo n't assert themselves against others. ''

A couple of former psychology majors tried to argue with him and cited this or that book or professor, but being the fast-growing prick male person that he was, he just shouted them all down. After a while, it got to the point where he just sat there with his arms folded against his chest daring mass to speak.

I should throw just left other and gone back home, but maybe I also had consumed a little too much beer. Or, maybe there is only so a lot aggressive mother fucker bullshit that I can put up with in a bingle evening. For whatever reason, after a long catamenia of silence, I said calmly, `` Dave you are so full of shit that a subject of Exlax would n't even make a dent in it. ``

'' What do you recognize, '' he harrumphed.

'' I know for certain that there are people who - in the right circumstances - get sexual pleasure out of pain in the neck and they are not just inactive pussy. Erotic painfulness and sexual submission are not the Sami thing. You do n't have to let individual else control you to incur pleasure from what others call pain. ``

'' And how do YOU have sex that masochists are for real ? '' sneered Dave.

'' Because I am one ! '' I shouted back.

The room was suddenly very, very calm down. Everyone was looking back and forth from Dave to me waiting for the next words.

'' I suppose that means that every metre you get hit hard out there on the football subject field, you pop a woody, '' laughed Dave.

'' No, '' I answered. `` I said 'under the right circumstances'. ``

I turned to speak to the group more than Dave and continued, `` If a situation is already kind of sexual ... if I am already slightly turned on, then the wiring alteration in my body. What should be a signal of pain somehow becomes a sign of pleasure. Sometimes that could be physical pain, or it even could be emotional pain like embarrassment or humiliation. And yes, it works better if somebody else is inflicting that botheration or humiliation, but that does n't mean that the person doing that is overpowering me. It means I am allowing them, or even encouraging them to give me pleasance through painful sensation. ``

'' Big give-and-take wonk boy, but you 've got no trial impression. I 'll give you the fact that you can hold your own against almost anyone in a fight or an argument, but there is no way I 'll think that you get joy out of botheration. ``

Charlene, who owned the house where we met and was a post-graduate student working on her Doctor of psychology, chimed in with her sweet-as-honey advocate vocalization, `` I think there is a way to prove or confute this. ``

Now all middle were on her. `` When we do sexual response experiments the 'peter cadence'tells us exactly whether or not a specific paradigm or consideration play soul on. '' She looked over at me, `` If you want to demonstrate Dave wrong, all you have to do is let someone turn over you a lilliputian pain and we see what happens. We do n't have got all those visualise sensors and readouts available, but the old fashioned 'angle of the dangle'meter will secernate us whether or not you are turned on by what is done. ``

I looked over at Dave. Apparently the apprehension was visible on my face because Charlene continued, `` Do n't worry. Dave is not going to impact you. I do n't cerebrate Dave swatting your ass would give you anything but pain anyway. '' Everyone laughed.

She paused for a prospicient moment and then added, `` I 'll be the one inflicting the pain in this experimentation. ``

Charlene was a fine looking woman, and I think at that peak several of the guys in the room would have suddenly volunteered to be a part of the test, but she was all line and ignored everyone but me. She pointed to the wide doorway that led to what used to be the straw man sitting room. It was one of those of the really demode threshold with the scuttle for the fanlight window above it. `` We will tie your wrists to the top of that doorway and then strip you down to naked. I will then use a ping pong boat paddle on your ass until it is goodness and red. If the dick meter rises, we have clinical evidence that you actually get off on pain. If not, then I guess Dave is right. ``

She was full - manipulative as Hades, but trade good. She had me backed into a recession. I could have just said `` No, '' but instead I agreed - more or less. `` OK, '' I replied, `` but you are not stripping me. I will take my off own clothes. '' Looking directly at Dave I added, `` And my safeword is 'aggressive asshole .'If I say that, everything stops. ``

'' Assertive answer, '' replied Charlene also looking over at Dave. Then she turned to me and said simply, `` Deal, '' and stimulate my hand. I got up and walked over into the doorway and held my hands above my top dog to see how I would fit. If my work force were tied to the top of the room access, I would be stretched, but not overly uncomfortable.

'' Anybody got some big roach that wo n't cut into my wrists ? '' I asked, and almost immediately a soft, black rope about an column inch in diam came flying across the room. There were tassels on the end of it and one of the big curtains on the front window was no longer tied back, so I knew exactly what it was and where it came from. `` That 'll do, '' I said. Then, turning to Charlene I added, `` Let 's start out this experiment. ''

Before I could think too long about what I was doing, I took off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts to the ground. It was late saltation and that was all that I was wearing. Even back then I normally did n't break underwear in warm weather.

Charlene brought a chair over to the room access and stood on the president to firmly tie my manpower to the top of the door. The peter meter moved a little off zero point, and individual called out, `` things are stirring. '' The sudden flood of humiliation as I fully realized that I was now standing naked in front man of a fairly bombastic mathematical group of young men and women whom I considered to be my protagonist caused the peter meter to firm up an additional notch or two, but dangle remained close to zero.

Charlene stepped behind me and stroked my ass a duet of times. I twitched away from her touch, and she laughed lightly and said, `` That is just to heighten the intimate nature of what I am going to do. '' Then looking at the group she added, `` Besides, he has a really nice ass. '' I think what she was actually doing was checking my response to humiliation. I did turn very red at her words, but the peter time remained just above zero.

I was just starting to ask myself what in the hell I had gotten myself into when suddenly there was a tacky smack and fire erupted into my body through my ass impudence. Charlene had slammed that ping niff boat paddle against me with all of her strength.

'' That was just to get your attention, '' she said. Then she began working over my ass like an expert. She would paddle relatively softly for a few strokes then really lay one on. She would motley the tempo from several right in a row to long pauses that almost made me wonder whether or not she had stopped. Sometimes she struck from the right and then she would evidently backhand my ass and come in from the left. She made it impossible to anticipate what was going to happen next.

I could sense the intense pain, but I knew that within and beneath that pain lay a tantalizing spirit level of pleasure. I closed my eye and `` went into the pain. '' No, I do n't know what that means or exactly what happens, but when you stop avoiding the pain sensation, but rather embrace it, everything changes. It is almost as if a switch is thrown that takes the pain impulses off the pain track and sends them down the pleasure track.

I gave myself to the pain, and from that point on, the annoyance railroad train was roaring down the pleasure cartroad and head uphill at fully steam. Suddenly Charlene stopped everything. I do n't bed how many swats Charlene had given me at that compass point, but I do have sex that the peter meter was reaching above 90 degrees.

She stepped around me to look out at the radical that had gathered on the trading floor to look on. `` My God, Judy, '' she cried out, `` your eyes are glazing over. You are really getting into this. '' She then said in an almost little girl sing-song voice `` We just might possess more than one masochist with us tonight. ``

I opened my eye and saw Judy sitting on the trading floor in social movement of me with several early girls. She was at the very presence sitting in that almost kneeling placement where a miss more or less sits on her ankles. I do n't lie with how fille do that. Men do n't sit that way, but womanhood do all the clip. Everyone turned to look at her, and she scrunched herself humbled as she mumbled softly, `` No, I .... uh .... ''

Charlene walked over and stood above her. `` Judy, '' she began, `` you can sit there and deny what you are feeling - and we will let you do that if that is what you really need to do - or you can stand up and testify us just how turned on this is making you. Then you can strip and go loop your mitt over his neck opening and stand there face to present so I can smack both of your asses at the Lapp clip. ``

After what seemed like several mo of absolute silence, Judy slowly stood up. She was wearing a light weight T-shirt with some sort of flower print on it and soft, yellowish shorts that hugged her physical structure. As she stood up it was obvious to everyone that she was very wet between her peg. In fact, there was so often moisture that it almost looked like she had peed herself.

'' It 's your choice, '' Charlene intoned softly. `` If you want this, just require off your apparel and go grab his neck. I will spank both of you at the same fourth dimension so that you go mellow together. ``

Judy 's eyes were definitely glazed over as she took off her shirt and then slid her boxershorts to the ground. She, too, was not wearing underwear. She came over and stood in presence of me and looked up into my eyes for several moments. She then reached up and clasped her paw behind my neck and pulled herself tightly against me. As she did so my penis was forced upward between us and pressed against both our breadbasket. I think the putz meter was now just below 100.

The doorway was wide enough that Charlene could remain firm more or less alongside of us. She now had a Ping River pong boat paddle in each hand as she began once again to thwack my ass and Judy's.

With separate paddle for each of us, Charlene had more opportunity for variation. Sometimes she would excise both of us at exactly the Saami time, sometimes she would flip-flop me and then Judy and sometimes one boat paddle would attain just ahead or behind the other.

I am not exactly sure when we started, but both Judy and I began to compress and rub against one another as our bodies were driven by the paddles. My peter meter was no longer visible, but there was no doubt in anyone 's mind that I was very turned on. There was no doubt about Judy either as her groan and cries soon filled the room. Then suddenly she pulled herself upward by her blazonry, wrapped her legs around my waist, and lowered herself down on my prick.

Charlene took that as a cue to change her paddling to a continuous rhythm method of maiden Judy and then me driving us back and forth. We rocked back and forth to the regular recurrence, feeling the sting of the paddle and the pleasure of intercourse until Judy and I exploded in a common orgasm.

Charlene immediately stopped paddling and Judy and I clung to each other in the room access. She kept looking over at her apartment mates and then turning and burying her psyche against my shoulder, turning redder and redder and redder with overplus. We had, after all, just put on a very hot, live sex show for about thirty of our faithful friends.

'' darn, '' I heard Dave sputter. `` If I had n't of seen it, I never would have believed it. This hoot is just to weird for me. '' With that he left for the eve.

There were a lot of cries of `` Bye Dave, '' and `` Do n't let the door hit you in the ass, '' but since it was late, most of the chemical group soon followed Dave through the doorway. That left just me and Charlene and Judy and the other girls who rented suite from Charlene.

The daughter slipped out the other door of the front way and headed upstairs to their rooms. Judy continued to bury her face in my articulatio humeri as she hung from my neck, supporting herself with her legs wrapped around my waist. My now deflated penis was still buried deeply inside her.

Charlene came over to us and laughed slightly, `` When you are gear up, Judy, just get out yourself up off of him and let yourself slither back down to the earth. '' Looking me directly in the face, she added, `` Then I 'll get you untied so you can go family. ``

She stepped back a little fashion and with another laugh added, `` This would probably make one Hades of an interesting paper, and I could probably get it published in a some very prestigious publication. '' She laughed again and then shook her caput as she looked at both of us and continued, `` But I could just as probable end up charged with something or another by the police or the university, so I think we will just let this eve fade into the folklore of campus life history at this university. In ten yr or so it will be just an urban legend that nobody really believes. ``

Judy pulled herself up slightly, let herself back down to the floor, and shakily leaned against the wall. Charlene untied my wrists. As I picked up my apparel and began to get dressed, Judy came and stood before me, still naked. She said, `` I think you and I are meant for each former. We understand each other. We can be equals and yet present ourselves to each early and meet from each other what we both need. ``

She was right. No one was surprised when we were married at the end of the school yr. We have been married for a long metre now. We are very lots compeer and we still give ourselves to each former and receive from each other what we both need - mutual love, ... and erotic pain.

My deary is when we both insert an anal dildo connected to a green tens building block. A separate tens building block provision stimulation to our nipples just at the pain doorway, but the unit connected through our anal plugs is set to maximum. It has a semi-random timer and we never know for sure when it will send lightning through both of us as we make have a go at it. The foreplay, the peril, the excitement, the anticipation of pain all drive us wild, and on those days where we time it exactly right and the get down arrives just was we both peak, the orgasm which we experience together almost equal that first time when we showed the world that masochists are real.

And that, my dear, is how I met your mother.

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