Story for a Pain Slut

I am having a drink at the bar. You come up to me. You say you don’t have time to waste; your husband is out of town but he will be back tomorrow. You say “I am a pain slut and I am looking for a man to hurt me. Can you help?” I take you by your arm and say “Come with me.”

We go to my house, to my play room. I have all types of devices here. From needles and pins to whips and electric dildos. I attach a spreader bar to your feet and require you to kneel on a pad and lean over a bar. I chain you to the bar at your waist and your legs at your knees. I put a hood over your head. There are only openings for your mouth, nose and your hair in the back. I handcuff your hands behind your neck and tie your hair to a rope that is looped through a ring above you and then tied to the chain around your waist. If your head droops I can pull it back up by the rope. With the hood on you cannot see anything and your hearing is muffled. You hear movement. It sounds like more than one person but you can’t tell how many.

Someone slaps your face, again, then starts choking you. He pushes a cock down your throat, still choking you. Just as you are about to pass out from lack of blood to your brain, he lets go but keeps his cock in your throat. You are running out of breath; you can breathe out a little but not in. Again, you are about to pass out when he releases you. You take a big breath; he slaps your face.

Someone puts needles through the skin inside your arms, three on each arm. Each time a needle goes in you respond “ow, ow”. Someone flicks each needle a few times. Next, needles through the skin of your inside thighs. Again, three on each thigh. You respond as before and kick your feet. By this time, you are openly weeping. Someone holds your foot and someone else pushes a pin between your toes. You cry out. We rub your back and ass and enjoy watching you cry. After a bit we remove the pins and needles. Your arms and thighs are bleeding. Someone rubs your wounds then smears the blood on your face. He holds his hand over your mouth and nose. Not to stop your breathing but so that you can smell your blood. He does the same thing again.

All is quiet for a bit. You think maybe everyone has left. Your crying has mostly stopped but you are sniveling a little. Suddenly, hot wax on your back. Drop by drop. You cannot know when or where each drop will fall. Sometimes in a different spot on your back and sometimes right next to the previous drop. You are crying again and begging me to stop. Then, a stream of hot wax down your ass crack. You scream. It almost causes me to cum but I hold back. There is more work to do. I flog your back to remove the wax. At each stroke you let out a breathless grunt that I find very arousing. I save your ass crack for last. When I flog your ass crack, you scream in pain again. I start fucking your ass. You are so exhausted that you are like a rag doll. Your head has drooped, I pull the rope so that your head is up. Someone pushes a cock into your mouth and throat. While he fucks your head and I fuck your ass; I use the electro sex wand on your back, belly and tits. When I apply it to your clit; you have a shuddering orgasm. It seems to come over you in wave after wave. During your orgasm we both cum. I hold your hips and thrust my cock deep and hard into your ass. He holds your head and pulls it to his crotch holding his cock in your throat while he cums.

Her response "omg i hate needles...and they do hurt ass you describe!!!!! i love how you don't care....you hurt me.......you use me....i feel soooo alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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