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This short report was written for a painslut I know. My simply relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical adviser '' for several of my storey. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the foreign ways in which a painslut 's intellect and body oeuvre. In one of those sessions, she described her motivation to be `` disclose once in a piece in parliamentary law to stick around sane. '' That discourse led to this story. Although the account itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her write up. `` Except, '' she added, `` my Kevin is named Karen. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his spot waiting for the printer to ptyalise out the final proposition papers he needed for his meeting with a node. The sale was already made. The great deal was done. All that was needed was a signature on the marriage offer contract. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His view of bonuses and `` sales representative of the Month '' were interrupted by the audio of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his ache phone. It was from Becky. The message was very unretentive ... only two words, `` Break me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Now ! ``

At that degree, his secretary came into his spot with several folder and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a endorsement text, `` Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract. Wll b hm aftr ''

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

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

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

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

He texted back `` C U Soon '' and put away his phone so that he could conduct with his secretaire 's dubiousness.

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and basic five copies of the lengthy marriage offer. His lips were pursed together and his hilltop was furrowed as he tried to cypher out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to fantastical 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 giving to him. She called it `` hurt sex '' and said there was no pleasure in it for her. She said it did n't really anguish, but it did n't experience good either. For her it was `` pain sex '' or `` no pleasure 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 moot that sex. It was more comparable 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 week. She had been growing more aloof and responded almost coldly to his usual effort to get her in the mode. About the only thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was nuisance, pain and More pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything little of this contract and he would have cancelled all the rest of his designation for the day and gone home immediately, but this was too important. He could n't even rush through the net introduction of the contract at the client 's post so that he could get home earlier. Too lots was riding on this sales event for himself and for the party. So, it was a long three hour later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to pretermit off signed copy of the contract with his ship's company 's records clerk. Now he could go home and make aid of Becky.

When he got there, everything was colored. All of the subterfuge were pulled shut and no lightness were on. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim ignitor of three `` electric candles '' he could see that her articulatio talocruralis were tied securely to the buns corners of the bed shape and her wrist joint were trapped in special slip mile on ropes that looped through their monumental headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip Calidris canutus 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 full stop to keep injury, but still the person could not loosen them by themselves.

She was lying totally unruffled without movement. She may or may not get heard him enter the way. There were three or four pillows under her hips so that her ass was thrust senior 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. tarradiddle wet the pillow slightly beneath her side. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked care subdued wax sealing her auricle. She had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from social movement, audio and light, since shortly after texting him four minute before.

He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the Lucille Ball gag so that he could bump off it from her oral cavity. 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 Logos were the same as her text. `` Break me. ``

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

'' Whip me. ``
'' Spank me. ''
'' Beat me. ''
'' No limit point. ``

Kevin then said, `` Verify, '' and Becky responded with `` Chicago. ``

'' Chicago '' was her good parole. Most people think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a blockage when things get too vivid for the sub, but a rubber Holy Scripture is also very utile in those cases where you have to be indisputable that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for.

The reason for a secure word is to clearly check off something as stepping outside the use or the scene. poor boy often say thing that are part of the theatrical role, and a top has to have it off when they are in role and when they are seriously giving selective information or asking. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and beat their ass until it is crashing hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their intellect 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 chest of drawers next to the bed. There was a paddle, a across-the-board leather belt, and a foreign looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. small identity card 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 cypher non-consensual about their family relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would take her well beyond her rule limits. As he picked up the large wooden paddle, Kevin wished he knew for certainly what it was ... and why ... and for what purpose.

He turned and slammed the paddle 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 integral ass was brilliant 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 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 undimmed red. Kevin put the paddle back on the toilet table and picked up the wide leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one side. 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 spine to erect her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the throw of a lover rather than the swing of a belt.

observation her reception 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 promise a `` painslut. '' She was More than capable of sexual climax from just inflicted hurting. nuisance sexually excited her. Pain and pleasure were somehow mixed in her nervous system and her brain and the intensity of the pain could take her to very high levels of what she called `` pain- pleasure. '' But today she wanted ... needed to a greater extent than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their kinship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, violent argument. She knew which triggers to squeeze in Kevin and had pushed him heavy enough and long enough to caused it to become 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 capable of such action. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a recollective walk of life. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sugariness and felicitous as if nix 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 point of pleasure from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her.

'' Pain is my drug of pick, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what pain sensation does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy grinning. `` It makes me wet. It makes me well-chosen. It makes me sense active. '' Then her face lost all expression and her phonation went totally monotonous as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are slope effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes More and more pain to occupy me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a sure point, I start losing the ability to palpate pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain sensation, not to find good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take aim my trunk by pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the annoyance gets high gear enough, my wit reboot itself or something, and I start back at the rootage again. ``

Kevin did n't understand what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to reset her and reboot her wit 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 bring up her head by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's golf shot with the heavy belt were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, cryptic red welts on the very top of her ass buttock where they joined her back. She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelp. He moved back humble so that the whang strikes were centered on the meatiest part of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the moan 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 brainpower '' he needed to learn her well beyond that flush into truthful pain-pain. He set down the bang and picked up the unusual looking lash. It was made with two thin, grooved piece of self-propelled serpentine belt that usually drive the timing gears in a car 's engine. Someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test swings on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each bash was about an column inch wide, and was smooth on one English with raised rut running the length of the bash on the early side of meat. Two bit, each slightly More than a foot long, had been attached to a short wooden grip and wrapped in place with opprobrious leather. The whip could be used in either guidance. According to Becky, the smooth face was very painful, but the groove side created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whiplash made almost no stochasticity as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a solid smack against the tegument. The grooves, however, concentrated the personnel of the blow on the five ridgepole on the face of the belt ammunition. That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the painful sensation, even if the whip had made a aloud smack when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky 's yells. Even through the Ball gag, her screeching were loud, prospicient, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past times pain-pleasure and experiencing dependable pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen strokes with the horrific, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her headland rapidly up and down and saying `` Ow, ow. '' At first Kevin thought she was yelling in bother, 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 need now to discharge 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. `` bother sex, now. '' The final examination matter that was needed to give way her and reset her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual stimulant from hurting Becky. It was magnate that turned him on. Inflicting nuisance was sometimes a part of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his smashing aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessity part of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and circumvent her, his asshole had remained flaccid.

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

The screaming of bother that escaped around the bollock 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 ball gag, he stayed in place on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for several minutes. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his slit 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 climax, 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 drumhead back and forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the Ball gag.

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

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

After about 15 instant, she rolled over to face 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 respective months. His signature was lighting fervidness 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 rustling, `` 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 grimace to face and she was rising to meet each thrust as his prick pumped within her puss. After respective instant she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and mysterious. Then, as her passion continued to rise up, her voice started to become louder and 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 indisputable you would interpret what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't understand, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would throw to be a painslut like me to understand. '' she replied. `` My body needs pain as if I were an addict and pain is my drug. But I build up resistance and if affair do n't re-start every so often, I will keep seeking more and more vivid pain in the ass until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a spell to keep me unscathed. ``

'' You 're right field, I do n't sympathise `` 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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