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.