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Kenny is a pain slut. He comes to me for pleasure punishments. It’s one of my favorite sessions because he never taps out. Kenny wants to take all of the pain I wish to deliver him. A truly beautiful Sadist/masochist relationship.
Today, he arrived and seemed more tense than usual. “What’s going on?” I asked him as he undressed, and I laid out the impact items. A paddle, a thick leather belt, a wide-backed hairbrush, and, of course, a cane.
“Just work, stress.” He ran his hand through his hair and eyes the toys. “I just really need this. Don’t be gentle?”
Pleasure Punishment
“I never am.” I smiled, but I knew what he meant. The masochist in him needed pain to release all of the stress and tension his body was holding on to. Pain was the key to forcing him into letting go of everything he held so tightly to. Kenny, now fully naked, bends over the end of my tall bed. His feet were flat on the floor, and his arms were crossed under his chin.
I climbed up to straddle his lower back, facing his ass. My nails ran over his naked ass, and I watched as chill bumps followed in their wake. It was time to warm up his flesh so he could handle the most pain possible. I started to spank him slowly. One cheek then the other. I kneaded his flesh between swats and listened to his breathing and soft moans that slipped out between strokes. When his cheeks flushed red, I picked up the hairbrush and used the flat backside to spank him. The thud sound was loud and seemed to strike him before the sting settled in. Each blow to his ass caused him to flinch under me. Finally, I heard a hiss of pain, and I swung harder. “Good boy.” I praised him for accepting the pain.
My hand reached down to stroke his hard and quivering cock. The endorphins flooded my little pain slut now, easing him into subspace where I could truly work his flesh. I slipped off his back and swished the cane through the air. “Count them for me, slut.” I demanded before I slashed the cane over the fattest part of his ass.
“ONE!” I wailed and humped into the edge of the mattress. A slight sniffle left him, and I struck again and again. I wouldn’t stop until my pain slut was crying out all the stress that held him so tightly strung.
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