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Subject: {ASSM} Break Me!    BDSM, M/F, Spanking, Whipping, Anal
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Break Me!

by The Technician

BDSM, M/F, Spanking, Whipping, Anal

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What do you do when you receive a text that says, "Break me!"?

This short story was written for a painslut I know.  My only relationship with
her is that of friendship.  She had been a "technical advisor" for several of
my stories.  In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the
strange ways in which a painslut's mind and body work.  In one of those
sessions, she described her need to be "broken once in a while in order to stay
sane."  That discussion led to this story.  Although the story 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 Karen." 
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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment
of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article.
This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician Technician666@Gmail.Com.  

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for
personal, non-commercial use.  Production of multiple copies of this story on
paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the printer to spit out the
final proposal papers he needed for his meeting with a client.  The sale was
already made.  The deal was done.  All that was needed was a signature on the
proposal contract.  This was going to be a really good month.

"Bing!"  His thoughts of bonuses and "Salesperson of the Month" were
interrupted by the sound of an incoming text.   He glanced at the screen of his
smart phone.  It was from Becky.  The message was very short... only two words,
"Break me!"

His response was even shorter, "Clarify."

Becky replied in a series of additional two word texts,  "Whip me" "Spank me"
"Beat me" "No limits"

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

"Now!"

At that point, his secretary came into his office with several folders and he
rapidly texted, "U hav 2 w8" then a second text, "Mportnt mtg.  Big $ contract.
Wll b hm aftr"

Becky texted back, "I will be here waiting, but won'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
secretary'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 copies of the lengthy proposal.  His
lips were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out
exactly what Becky was up to.  She wanted pain - a lot of it; that was obvious.
And for Becky, pain usually led to fantastic 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 gift to him.  She
called it "pain sex" and said there was no pleasure in it for her.  She said it
didn't really hurt, but it didn't feel good either.  For her it was "pain sex"
or "no pleasure sex."

It wasn't that she didn'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 wasn't
sure what she called oral sex because she didn't really consider that sex.  It
was more like 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
weeks.  She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his
usual attempts to get her in the mood.  About the only thing that seemed to
turn her on anymore was pain, pain and more pain.

Kevin was worried.  Anything short of this contract and he would have cancelled
all the rest of his appointments for the day and gone home immediately, but
this was too important.  He couldn't even rush through the final presentation
of the contract at the client's place so that he could get home earlier.  Too
much was riding on this sale for himself and for the company.  So, it was a
long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally
able to drop off signed copies of the contract with his company's records
clerk.  Now he could go home and take care of Becky.

When he got there, everything was dark.  All of the blinds 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 light of three "electric candles"
he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the bottom corners of the
bed frame and her wrists were trapped in special slip knots on ropes that
looped through their massive headboard.  As he approached, he could see that
the slip knots 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 point
to prevent injury, but still the person could not undo them by themselves.

She was lying totally quiet without 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 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.  Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face.  Standing
beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft wax sealing her ears.  She
had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously
had probably been held in place 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 ball gag so that he could remove it from her mouth.  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 words were the same as her text.  "Break me."

His answer also mirrored his text, "Clarify."

"Whip me."
"Spank me." 
"Beat me." 
"No limits."

Kevin then said, "Verify," and Becky responded with "Chicago."

"Chicago" was her safe word.  Most people think of safe words only as something
that brings everything to a stop when things get too intense for the sub, but a
safe 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 reason for a safe word is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the
role or the scene.  Subs often say things that are part of the role, and a top
has to know when they are in role and when they are seriously giving
information or requests.   Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as
part of their fantasy and beat their ass until it is bloody hamburger when the
sub was merely setting the scene in their mind 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 dresser next to the bed.  There was a paddle, a wide leather
belt, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse.
Small cards were along side each of them that were numbered 1, 2, & 3.

Becky was a sub, but she knew what she wanted.  She didn't quite top from
below, but there was definitely nothing non-consensual about their
relationship.  Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific
order that would take her well beyond her normal limits.  As he picked up the
large 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 bright red slash across both ass cheeks. Thwack,
thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was bright red. Becky was
pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the same time she
was raising her ass up against the paddle.  Kevin could see moisture forming
between her legs.  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 bright red.  Kevin put the paddle back on the dresser 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 back to raise her
ass up even higher.  She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a
lover rather than the swing of a belt.

Watching 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 more
than capable of orgasm from just inflicted pain.   Pain 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 more than that.

Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally
forced a prolonged, violent argument.  She knew which triggers to press in
Kevin and had pushed him hard 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 control, 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 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
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 choice," she explained.  "It is as if I am addicted to what
pain does for me." She paused and then said with a dreamy smile.  "It makes me
wet.  It makes me happy.  It makes me feel alive."  Then her face lost all
expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, "But like any
other drug, there are side effects.  I build up a tolerance or something.  It
takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure.  And once
the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to
feel pleasure-pleasure.  I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to
not feel bad.  When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my body past
pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself.  If the pain
gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the
beginning again."

Kevin didn't understand what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed
him to reset her and reboot her brain 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 reboot her brain by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to
pain-pain.

Kevin's swings with  the heavy belt were moving slowly up her body.  He was now
creating wide, deep red welts on the very top of her ass cheeks where they
joined her back.  She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty
moan developing beneath the yelps.  He moved back lower so that the belt
strikes were centered on the meatiest part of her ass.  The yelps were now
being overwhelmed by the moans 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 brain" he needed to take her well beyond that peak into true
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 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 belt was about an inch wide, and was
smooth on one side with raised grooves running the length of the belt on the
other side.  Two pieces, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached
to a short wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather.  The whip
could be used in either direction.  According to Becky, the smooth side was
very painful, but the grooved side created unbearable pain.

The fan-belt whip made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky's ass,
probably because the grooves prevented a solid smack against the skin.  The
grooves, however, concentrated the force of the blow on the five ridges on the
face of the belt.  That caused intense pain.

Because of the intensity of the pain, even if the whip had made a loud 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 screams were
loud, long, and shrill.  It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure
and experiencing true pain-pain.

After about ten or fifteen strokes with the terrible, 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
pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she need 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.  "Pain sex, now."  The final 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 power that turned
him on.  Inflicting pain was sometimes a part of power, but it was her
submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac.  Pain, itself, was not a
necessary part of that equation.  As he had spanked and whipped and beat her,
his prick had remained flaccid.

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

The screams of pain that escaped around the ball 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 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 wasn't an orgasm for her.  Becky was
obviously in pain, 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 woman 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 head back and forth and attempted to say something.  He reached
up and unstrapped the ball gag.

Once it was clear, 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 ears.  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 love to me."

He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts.  She responded with an
intensity she had not had for several months.  His touch was lighting fires
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 whisper,
"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 face to face and she was
rising to meet each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy.  After several
minutes she began shuddering and moaning.  As he continued, her moaning became
stronger and deeper.  Then, as her passion continued to rise, 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 long time.  Finally Becky spoke.  "I
wasn't sure you would understand what I needed," she said.

"I still don't understand," Kevin answered, "but I evidently guessed what you
needed."                                                              "You
would have 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 things don't restart every so often, I will keep seeking more
and more intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love.  I guess you
have to break me once in a while to keep me whole."

"You're right, I don't understand " 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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