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This little report was written for a painslut I know. My only kinship with her is that of friendship. She had been a `` technical advisor '' for various of my tarradiddle. In that linguistic context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange fashion in which a painslut 's judgment and trunk body of work. In one of those academic term, she described her need to be `` broken once in a while in order to stay sane. '' That discourse led to this account. Although the narration 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 Karenic. ''
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Kevin McCallister sat in his position waiting for the pressman to spit out the final marriage offer document he needed for his meeting with a node. The sales event was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a theme song on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really good month.

'' Bing ! '' His view of fillip and `` Salesperson of the calendar month '' were interrupted by the speech sound of an entrance text. He glanced at the screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very curtly ... only two words, `` Break me ! ``

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

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

Again, Kevin 's reply was one Christian Bible, `` When ? ``

'' Now ! ``

At that point, his writing table came into his office with several folders and he rapidly texted, `` U hav 2 w8 '' then a 2nd schoolbook, `` 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 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 escritoire 's questions.

After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and staple five transcript of the extended marriage proposal. His lips were pursed together and his forehead was furrowed as he tried to fancy out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain - a lot of it ; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to rattling 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 spell 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 pain, but it did n't sense 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 habitue put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal intercourse `` pleasure sex, '' regardless of what post they were in when he entered her. Kevin was n't sure what she called oral sex because she did n't really consider that sex. It was more comparable arousal 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 various weeks. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual try to get her in the mood. About the only thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was painfulness, pain and more pain.

Kevin was worried. Anything short-circuit 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 hie through the final display of the declaration at the client 's position so that he could get home earlier. Too a good deal was riding on this sale for himself and for the society. So, it was a long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of backup man, was finally capable to devolve off bless written matter of the contract with his troupe 's disc clerk. Now he could go nursing home and need tending of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark. All of the subterfuge 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 `` galvanizing candles '' he could see that her articulatio talocruralis were tied securely to the tooshie corner of the bed flesh and her wrists were trapped in special slip slub on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip mi were a especial tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only constrain to a certain tip to prevent injury, but still the someone could not unmake them by themselves.

She was lying totally tranquillity without apparent movement. 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 gear up into the air. Her head was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a midst leather blindfold and had a bright red egg gag in her backtalk. tosh wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked the likes of mild wax sealing her pinna. She had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in property 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 strap on the clod gag so that he could dispatch it from her backtalk. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her outset denotation 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 textbook. `` Break me. ``

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

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

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

'' Michigan '' was her safe Scripture. Most people think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a hitch when things get too intense for the sub, but a rubber word is also very useful in those cases 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 off something as stepping outside the role or the tantrum. Subs often say things that are office of the part, and a top has to make love when they are in persona and when they are seriously giving information or requests. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their phantasy and beat their ass until it is bloody beefburger when the sub was merely setting the prospect in their nous with their words, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an acute 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 paddle, a wide leather belt ammunition, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. low cards 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 zip non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would look at her well beyond her convention limits. As he picked up the tumid wooden 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 upturned ass. It made a resounding `` thwack '' and left a brilliantly red virgule across both ass buttock. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in hurting, but at the same time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see moisture forming between her branch. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure.

After about 50 swats, Becky 's ass was swollen and starting to show purpleness domain in the lustrous red. Kevin put the paddle back on the dressing table and picked up the across-the-board leather swath. It was fateful, and highly polished on one face. The fissure of the belt ammunition hitting Becky 's thighs was much piercing than the tiresome thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to raise her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the cerebrovascular accident of a lover rather than the swing of a belt.

observation 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 to a greater extent than able of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. Pain and joy were somehow ruffle in her nervous system and her brainpower and the volume of the pain could take her to very high layer 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 keep up, wild argument. She knew which triggers to press in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to become forcible. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control condition and actually hit her and spite her. Once he lost ascendancy, she just stopped and let him shell her.

That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such action at law. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the nighttime for a long walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sweet and happy as if nothing had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was loath to blab, 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.

'' hurting is my drug of option, '' she explained. `` It is as if I am addicted to what pain does for me. '' She paused and then said with a dreamy grin. `` It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive. '' Then her face lost all aspect and her voice went totally unconditional as she continued, `` But like any other drug, there are English result. I build up a allowance or something. It takes more and more pain to get hold of me to the level of pain-pleasure. And once the built up allowance gets to a certain point, I start losing the power to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain in the ass, not to feel respectable, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to pack my body retiring pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the botheration gets high enough, my brain boot itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again. ``

Kevin did n't read what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to reset her and reboot 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 `` readjust her. '' She wanted him to boot her mentality by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain.

Kevin 's swings with the weighed down belt were moving slowly up her trunk. He was now creating spacious, deep red weal 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 yip. He moved back glower so that the belt ten-strike were centered on the meaty component of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the groan and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throe of an intense orgasm.

Kevin knew that Becky was at the bill of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to `` reboot her brain '' he needed to occupy her well beyond that peak into lawful 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 belt that usually drive the timing appurtenance in a car 's engine. somebody had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test lilt on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each belt was about an inch wide, and was smooth on one side with raised grooves running the length of the swath on the other incline. Two small-arm, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a forgetful wooden handle and wrapped in seat with black leather. The whip could be used in either commission. According to Becky, the suave position was very painful, but the rut side created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no interference as Kevin smacked it into Becky 's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a solid savor against the tegument. The channel, however, concentrated the forcefulness of the C on the five rooftree on the face of the belt. That caused intense pain.

Because of the chroma of the pain, even if the lash had made a loud smack when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would ingest been drowned out by Becky 's call. Even through the ball gag, her wow were loud, longsighted, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing lawful pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen strokes with the dire, 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 tense pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she postulate 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. `` painfulness sex, now. '' The concluding thing that was needed to break her and reset her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was baron that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a component of tycoon, but it was her submitting to him that was his with child aphrodisiac. nuisance, itself, was not a necessity office of that equality. As he had spanked and whipped and tucker out her, his prick had remained flaccid.

Becky effectively begging him to fuck her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rush of intimate excitement 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 botheration sex ... she needed pain sex, so he was n't concerned about being gentle. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping.

The screech of pain that escaped around the ball gag normally would give birth caused him to intercept 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 several second. 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 painfulness, 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 second they lay there, both of them breathing heavily. Kevin was unsure of what to do, so he just waited. Finally Becky shook her heading back and forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the ball gag.

Once it was exculpated, 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 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 face him, hugged him strongly, and said, `` Make beloved to me. ``

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an strength she had not had for several months. His touch was lighting ardour within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent sentence together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty voicelessness, `` Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to ploughshare it with you. ``

Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were face to face and she was rising to meet each thrust as his dent pumped within her pussy. After several minute she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and cryptic. Then, as her passion continued to get up, her voice started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a foresightful, loud, croaky cry.

They lay spent in each former 's limb for a long meter. Finally Becky spoke. `` I was n't for certain you would understand what I needed, '' she said.

'' I still do n't read, '' Kevin answered, `` but I evidently guessed what you needed. '' `` You would give birth to be a painslut like me to realise. '' she replied. `` My eubstance needs painfulness as if I were an addict and botheration is my drug. But I build up resistor and if things do n't re-start every so often, I will go on seeking more and Thomas More intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to kick downstairs me once in a spell to keep me whole. ``

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