Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2010 14:14:10 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: The Pain Slut

The Pain Slut by  Laura Lynn Davis M/F, F/F Bondage

My name is Katie Dixon and I'm twenty-four years old. I  work in sales and
for the past year I've been employed by a large distributor of  office
products. I'm a slim, athletic blonde - 5'4" and 112 pounds, and I'm a  pain
slut. Don't ask me why because I have no idea. All I know is that when I  was
a sophomore in college my boyfriend spanked me one night because I'd put a
dent in his car and then lied about it.
I came back to his apartment after my run and he was  livid. He pulled my
shorts and panties down and spanked me until my ass felt  like it was on fire
and I was sobbing like a baby. Then he fucked me while my  ass still felt
like it was burning. He fucked me hard and I had the most  incredible orgasm
of my life! I broke off with him for spanking me but I  couldn't forget that
incredible orgasm.
A month later, disappointed at how dull sex had seemed  since I broke up
with Roger, I talked to my best friend, Pam, about it. She  suggested that
maybe the pain was what had made the orgasm so incredible. "Maybe  you need the
pain to make the sex better."
I didn't agree and a week passed before I began to think  she might be
right. I knew Roger would think I was weird if I asked him to spank  me so I
talked to Pam and she agreed to help with an experiment. I called Roger  and
told him I wanted him to come over to the dorm and fuck me. I knew it would
take him about ten minutes. After five minutes passed I stretched out on my
bed  and Pam spanked me with a belt. She spanked me hard and my ass was
burning when  Roger arrived. Pam had slipped out of the room just in  time.
I was crying when Roger arrived but he didn't care `cause  I was naked and
ready, my legs spread. He fucked me hard and I had another  incredible
orgasm. Pam was right about me being a pain  slut!
Later that night, while I was studying, Pam came back  from working out.
She locked the door, picked up a belt, and told me to get  my pants down.
She turned the  stereo up and whipped my ass until I was sobbing. Then she
pulled me down onto  her lap and masturbated me to orgasm. It was just as
intense an orgasm as when  Roger had fucked me. In some ways it was more
intense. I broke off with Roger,  at Pam's insistence, and spent the rest of the
year as her personal slut. She  transferred to USC for her junior year and I
never saw her again but I'll always  be grateful to her for helping me
discover my true  nature.
I spent the following summer working at a resort on  Cape Cod. I was on the
grounds crew - mowing  lawns, trimming hedges, hauling trash, and I loved
it.  I got to work outside with minimal  supervision. There were three of us,
all college girls, on the crew. Two of us  had just finished our sophomore
year, the third, Natalie, was a year older and  she was the supervisor.
The other girl, Jenni, was a mousy little thing who went  to Brown. Her
daddy was rich so I don't know why she was working her butt off  instead of
lounging on the beach at her daddy's place and she refused to talk  about it.
One day Jenni and I got into an argument. One thing led  to another and
suddenly we were rolling around on the ground, flailing away at  each other.
Natalie broke it up and  told us we'd be lucky not to be fired. She left us
to talk to the big boss and  when she returned she said she'd managed to save
our jobs. "But you have to be  punished. Any suggestions?"
Jokingly, I said, "Why don't you spank  us?"
Jenni laughed and said, "That's  stupid!"
But Natalie nodded. "Not a bad idea." She marched us down  to the
maintenance shed at the far end of the grounds. She gave us a choice -  quit or be
spanked. Of course I chose to be spanked. Jenni didn't want to do  either but
in the end she accepted a spanking.
Natalie spanked me first. I pushed my shorts and panties  down and
stretched out across her lap. She spanked me with her bare hand. She  was strong and
it hurt. She spanked me until my ass was as red as a brick and I  was
sobbing. My vulva was pressed against her thigh and she knew I was wet.  She
stopped finally and told me to get  down on my knees, facing her.
I got down on my knees, my shorts and panties around my  ankles, and
watched her spank Jenni. She was wearing jeans and I was surprised  to see that
mousy little Jenni had a cute ass and slim, pretty legs. She cried  easily and
I'm convinced that Natalie didn't spank her as hard as she spanked  me.
But Jenni's tight little butt  was very red when it was over and she joined
me on her  knees.
Natalie crouched in front of us and smiled. "Both of you  were wet before I
finished. I find that very interesting, don't you? I want you  both in my
room at seven p.m. Any objections?"
I shook my head. I heard Jenni whisper, "No, please..."  Natalie told us
to pull ourselves together and get our asses back to work. She  worked our
asses off that day. Neither of us got a break and we were beat by the  time
five o'clock rolled around.
We went back to the room we shared and Jenni told me to  go ahead and
shower first `cause she was too tired. I grabbed her wrist and  said, "Come on,
we'll shower together." She resisted for a moment and then she  followed me
into the bathroom. We turned our backs on each other while we  undressed,
something I find amusing looking back on  it.
Jenni might have been mousy and rather homely but she had  a lovely body -
slim, pretty legs, a cute little ass, and beautiful little tits.  She stood
there in the shower, half asleep, and let me wash her hair and then  her
body. She leaned against the wall, her eyes tightly closed, while I licked  her
pussy. She came with a whimper and then started to cry. I held her and
stroked her back and buttocks until she stopped crying. She liked sex with
other  girls but hated the idea of being known as a lezzie. I kissed and said, "
Nobody  has to know. It's not like anyone can really tell."
She opened her eyes.  "Really?"
I nodded. "Really. Look at Nat. Would you take her for a  dyke?"
Jenni shook her head. "No, but she's gorgeous. I'm  not."
I kissed her and fondled her tits. "No, but you're cute  (so I stretched
the truth a little) and you've got a great body. All you have to  do is show
it off a little more."
We continued to talk while she washed my hair for me. By  the time we
finished our shower she was feeling pretty good about herself.  Later, back in
our room, I told her about how I enjoyed pain. She was  fascinated. She also
admitted that while she hadn't exactly enjoyed the spanking  she'd enjoyed
being across Natalie's lap with her ass  bared.
We crossed the hall and knocked on Natalie's door at  exactly 7:00 p.m.
Before we left our room I kissed Jenni and whispered,  "Will you spank me
later?"
She nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes! I'd love to spank  you."
I smiled and kissed her again. "Good. Let's go and  worship Natalie."
Which, as it turned out, was exactly what Natalie wanted.  At 7:05 Jenni
and I were on our knees, naked, promising Natalie that we'd be  good little
sluts for the rest of the summer. I was content and I knew Jenni  would be
content `cause she had me too. We were down on our bellies, licking  Natalie's
bare feet, when Jenni glanced at me and winked. I knew that later I'd  be
on my belly licking her feet after promising her to be a good slut for  the
rest of the summer.
The last three weeks of summer were very interesting, to  say the least.
Natalie and Jenni and I were a threesome. The sex was  wonderful and
Natalie treated us like pets. Then, later, Jenni would have her  way with me. She
turned into a real tyrant and I cried myself to sleep a number  of times
after having my ass whipped to a frazzle. It was paradise for a pain  slut!
Natalie pretended not to  notice the welts on my ass after Jenni whipped me.
Natalie loved having us each suck one of her nipples  while she stroked us.

My favorite thing was to form a circle with each of us  licking the girl in
front. It was best when Jenni was behind me because she was  a wizard with
her tongue. Often, Natalie just sat and watched as Jenni and I  went down on
each other in the classic sixty-nine. I balked the first time  Natalie told
me to lick Jenni's asshole but she whipped me into submission and I  buried
my tongue in Jenni's anus while my tears were still  flowing.
That same night, I crouched on a table, moaning, while  Jenni eased her
entire hand into my cunt and fisted me. Her hand was greased  with Crisco and
even though she had small hands I felt filled when she clenched  her hand
into a fist and began pumping it up and down inside me. Natalie whipped  my ass
while Jenni was fisting me and I came at least four times, sobbing and
moaning, the pain mixing deliciously with the  pleasure.
That fall, back as school, I met a grad student that was  heavily into S/m.

At least he said he was into it. His name was Kurt and he  was German, a
stocky blonde from Bonn. He was twenty-five and already balding  but he had a
long, thick cock. We met in the student union one night in late  October.  I
was bored and totally  frustrated. I'd only had sex twice since returning
from the Cape and it wasn't very satisfying either  time.
It was crowded and Kurt asked if he could join me. I  nodded and went back
to my reading but I found it hard to concentrate. After a  while I closed my
book and stood up to leave. Kurt glanced up and smiled.  "Leaving already?"

I nodded. "It's too stuffy in  here."
"Mind if I walk with you?"
I shook my head. "No, not at  all."
He stood up held out his hand. "I'm Kurt  Steiner."
I shook his hand. "Sara Hunter. Nice to meet  you."
We walked outside and I shivered. It was cold for October  and I was only
wearing a light jacket. We walked in the general direction of my  dorm.  Kurt
told me that he was a  grad student in physics and I told him that I was a
history major. We continued  to chat until we reached the point where I'd go
to the right to reach my dorm  and he'd bear off left to go to the grad
student  ghetto.
After an awkward moment Kurt kissed me. Then he took my  hand and walked me
across the street and into the shadows next to the power  plant. He pushed
his hands up under my sweater and fondled my bare tits while I  stood there
moaning. Within moments I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth.  He
held my head when he came and made me swallow his cum. His cock was so thick
that I thought he'd choke me.
Afterward, I let him strip me right there and I whimpered  as the cold
breeze played over my nude body. He fucked me hard while I leaned on  a low
stone bench. When he was done he turned and walked away without a word. I  cried
as I pulled my clothes on. Not in shame but because I thought I'd never
see him again.
The next afternoon I was walking back to my dorm from the  co-op when he
pulled up next to me in his Jetta and tooted the horn. I got in  and he drove
me to his apartment. As we climbed the stairs to the second floor  he told
me he was going to fuck me in my ass. I shook my head. "No, not unless  you
whip me into submission first."
I was sobbing, my ass criss-crossed with welts, when he  spread my buttocks
and lubricated me with K-Y jelly. He slid his cock into my  virgin ass and
fucked me with long, hard strokes. He shot his load deep in my  rectum.
Then he made me clean his  cock with my tongue. I licked his cock clean and
nodded when he told me I  belonged to him.
I was only with Kurt for a few weeks. Despite professing  to be heavily
into S/m he was more interested in humiliating and degrading me  and I didn't
stand for it for too long. If he'd combined it with the pain I  craved it
might have been different. The only time I felt any real pain was that  first
night at his apartment when he whipped me before fucking me in my  ass.
The end came one night when he was working on a paper. I  was nearby,
reading. He snapped his fingers and said, "Get over here. I have to  piss." When
I realized what he wanted I refused. He back-handed me across the  face,
breaking my nose. I got up onto my knees with blood steaming down my face  and
opened my mouth. He laid the head of his cock on my tongue and pissed down
my throat while I swallowed frantically, trying not to gag.  When I left I
told him I wouldn't be  back. I don't think he believed me, or cared much
one way or the  other.
A few weeks later I hooked up with a married couple who  were into S/m.
They'd put an advertisement in the local weekly and I  answered it. They
described themselves as young professionals who were into S/m  and wanted a
pain slut to play with. They were young, early thirties, both  attorneys, both
rather attractive, the man more so than the  woman.
I met them for dinner at a local restaurant. They were  nicely dressed and
very articulate. The man, Rick, was tall and blonde and  almost pretty. The
woman, Geri, was small and dark and very intense. She was  hard and buff and
had very nice legs.
After dinner, while we waited for coffee, Geri suggested  a quick trip to
the ladies room. She locked the door behind us and backed me up  against the
wall. My leather pants came down and she ripped my panties off and  stuffed
them into my mouth as a gag. Then she used an acupuncture needle on my
clit. I had to clamp both hands over my mouth to stifle my  screams.
I still had tears in my eyes when we walked back to the  table. We paused
long enough for Geri to say, "This bitch is the one. Pay the  bill and we'll
meet you at home." We left and I drove Geri and me to their  house. By the
time Rick caught up with us I was on my knees in the driveway,  naked and
shivering, promising Geri that I'd be a good  slave.
And I was. I was their slave until I graduated. My GPA  went up because
Geri punished me severely if my work didn't meet her standards.  Rick fucked my
brains out and Geri supplied the pain I craved. He wasn't into  pain too
much and Geri wasn't into sex much, but together they were perfect for  me.
Now, two years after graduation, I still haven't found  anyone I want to be
with. I've had a few brief affairs but nothing worth  mentioning. I still
looking for a man or a woman who will make me scream and  then give me that
perfect orgasm.

The End.