Give Me Pain (BDSM Fantasy)

Give Me Pain
 

Give Me Pain
 

By Mollie Peckman
 

Copyright 2015 Mollie Peckman
 

No part of this book may be reproduced, uploaded to the Internet or copied without permission from the author.
 

This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
 

I can still remember when she answered my ad. I’d been posting personal ads at a local sex shop seeking a pain slut who liked to be dominated. My ads had gone unanswered for months. I was beginning to think the ad board was a joke or a way for the sex shop owners to make a quick buck, but then I received her response. I went to check my private message box at the adult store and found her name and number on an index
card with a short message, basically consisting of her physical appearance and that she liked pain, along with BDSM.
 

I hesitated contacting her at first; she seemed amateur. I googled her email address and found her Facebook profile. From there, I searched through her pictures, posts, shares and friend’s list. She was about average height with a voluptuous ass. Her tits were round and perky while her legs were nice and toned. She had flawless skin and a waist to die for. I contacted her right away via email. After sending a few emails back and forth, I gave her my number and told her to text me when she was ready to meet. It didn’t take long; the pain sluts seldom hold out.
 

Victoria was a bit of a fashionista. When she arrived at my house, she wore a long black leather coat to cover her outfit. My eyes danced as I watched her take her coat off and have a seat on the couch. Her thigh high hooker boots accentuated her very short black mini skirt. She wore a red and black corset, which was perfectly fit for her incredible figure. I liked the fact that she wore her hair back in a sleek ponytail; it would give me something to grab onto later—maybe she wasn’t an amateur, I thought. Victoria’s makeup was perfect; her cat eyes complimented her bosom. She had curves in all the right places.
 

Even though she was of average height, I was surprised by how much I towered over her. A tall brute, like myself, typically prefers smaller girls; though I didn’t have a very strong preference. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than mine; complimenting my color actually. I’d thought her eyes were blue from the pictures but I could see they were the exact same color as mine; green. Her muscle tone was nothing compared to my massive arms and strong legs. She was very feminine. I liked it.
 

“It’s nice to meet you Victoria. I’m James,” I said as I introduced myself. Yes, we’d exchanged names and info via email but I wanted to personalize our introduction.
 

“Good to meet you,” she said as she smiled and held out her hand. “When would you like to begin our session?”
 

“Right now. Come with me,” I said as I deepened my voice, getting into full sadist mode.
 

Like an eager pain slut, she willingly followed. I wondered if she would ever willingly follow me again once our session tonight was over. It had been a while since I’d been able to inflict any pain on anyone; she was in for the night of her life. I led her to a spare bedroom in the back of the house that I looked to refer to as my “tool room”. There, I could torment, torture, tease and pleasure women all at the same time. I fashioned a large bondage table in the center of the room that was capable of moving to a vertical position with bondage ties on all four corners as well as the center of the table. In the corner of the room stood a standard gynecological exam table; the drawers were filled with speculums, suppositories, enema items and of course straps to hold my subjects down. In the opposite corner of the basement, sat my beloved bondage chair with various spots to tie or cuff my pain sluts to do with as I pleased.
 

When we got to the spare bedroom, Victoria took a good look around; as if it might be her last. I walked her over to the table in the center of the room and stood it upright in a vertical position before turning her to face the table; and then cuffed her ankles and wrists to it. Once she was secure, I began turning the table to a horizontal position; that’s when the torture began. Realizing her mistake of playing with a true sadist, her eyes widened and she gasped as the table began to move back to its original position with her attached to it. I smiled proudly at my little pain slut as fright pierced her eyes.
 

Suddenly, I began flogging her sweet round ass as it laid on my table. I lifted the back of her skirt, exposing her ass cheeks. Underneath that black little miniskirt she was wearing was a pair of thong panties.  One swat, two swats….she jumped at the third, which was the hardest. Long red stripes began to appear across her beautiful skin. Gently, I used a feather to trace along the lines; giving her a short break. The flogging picked back up in quick cessation; I continued to spank her ass until both of her ass cheeks were candy apple red. She whimpered a bit during her flogging, but we were just getting started.
 

I stood the table back into a vertical position and released her wrists and ankles from the cuffs momentarily; again, she thought she was being rewarded another break. Wrong. Turning her body to face me, I left the table in the vertical position and cuffed only her ankles to the table. She looked at me quizzically, trying to figure out what I was doing. Silly slut, she would never figure me out. I’m a one-of-a-kind. Poor Victoria stared at me like Bambi into headlights. I grabbed her dainty petite wrists and raised them above her head; shackling them to a set of chains that were affixed to the ceiling. She looked above her head and realized that she was now attached to the ceiling and the table; she had nowhere to go. As she stood there before me, I pulled down her miniskirt and stockings. Admiring her pussy, I licked my lips and grinned.
 

“Alright Victoria, it’s time to play. Are you ready my little pain slut?” I asked as I walked around her and yanked her ponytail as hard as I could, sending her chin to face the ceiling.
 

She gulped and nodded. Victoria may have whimpered and teared up a little but she liked it. I know she did. Her nipples were hard as a rock and her pussy glistened in the dim room. Now that her legs were spread, cuffed and she was facing me, I began to tease her. I took her glistening pussy to a sopping wet, drenched pussy. I dropped to my knees and ate her out momentarily, paying careful attention to allow my tongue to flick her sweet little button before I shoved a few fingers in her twat. Yep, she was hot and ready. I reached for my riding crop and got to work; giving my little pain slut what she came for.
 

Whack! Whack! Whack! I smacked her sopping wet pussy with the riding crop, ensuring that I hit her clit with each snap of it. Her pretty little pussy was beginning to match her ass; they were both candy apple red. Again, I began to deliver jolts of pain with the riding crop to her sore, red, swollen and wet pussy. I looked at her face for a moment and saw that her black eyeliner was beginning to smear and she was starting to look more like a football player with her black mascara and eyeliner running everywhere. Snap! I delivered more throws with the riding crop. Her drenched pussy soaked the riding crop, sending her juices flying into the air as I continued to swing it on her, badgering her little cunt.
 

Feeling that she needed more than a good cooter beating, I released the cuffs around her ankles and spun her around so that her ass was facing me. Seeing the red lines disappear across her ass disappointed me; I gave her ass a thorough spanking before allowing her to rest for a moment while I sat up the next prop. I had her all wrong though; she really was a true pain slut. A little whimper here or there, and maybe a tear, might escape her, but she wanted more. Before we sat up our meeting, we developed our own set of safe words that would allow her to slow down or stop the session at any point. Purple to slow down or ease up and black to completely stop. I doubt she’d been close at all to using either of the safe words. When I set her free before  moving her, she smiled at me and gave a slight nod; indicating that she liked it so far, or that she was having a good time.
 

I could tell that spanking her ass and pussy while having her shackled and semi suspended was wearing her down. Not wanting my play session to end, I decided to give her body a rest—her extremities at least—and move onto something else. I instructed her to lie on the gynecological table in the corner of the room. She was almost a little too anxious for me to give her an “exam”. Victoria jumped onto the exam table and spread her legs like she was a pro. Placing her feet in the stirrups, she gave me a little peak at her lady parts. Her thighs shimmered and sparkled from her pussy juices covering them; I just had to play doctor. Once she was in place, I grabbed the belt-like straps and began strapping her to the table. One strap went across her chest—just above her tits—while the next strap went across her tiny waist and then one more belt that went along each of her thighs to hold her legs apart; providing a nice opening to her slit. I placed myself between her legs as I sat on a stool. Slowly, I began to remove my tools and instruments from the drawers, including a ball gag. I positioned the ball gag inside her mouth and secured it around her head. After everything was laid out and ready to go, I began to “examine” her.
 

First, I had to see just how much she could fit into her sopping wet cunt. I grabbed the speculum and gently inserted it inside of her womanhood; there was no need for any lube since she was already soaked. Once inserted, I steadily began to open the speculum. I wanted to see if I could open it as wide as it would go while inside her, and I did. For the first time since she’d been there, I had a full upfront and up-close view of her pussy. It was exquisite. Her labia was nice and taut, her creases were small and sleek and her clit was shaped beautifully. It hung down just a bit—enough that you could suck on it—but not too much and all of her lady parts were a perfect shade of pink. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed into a small line just above her clit, while the inside of her pussy remained completely shaved. Once the speculum was open wide, I reached into my drawer and pulled out a giant rubber dong. At twelve inches long and 2.5 inches wide, I was determined to shove it in her sopping, dirty twat. I realized that she was having a bit of trouble taking it all in.
 

“Ahh, ahh,” she cried out.  
 

“Well, I see you’re having some trouble. I’ll be right back,” I said in my deep, dark voice as I walked over and grabbed the bottle of lube.
 

Quickly, I squirted some lube onto the monstrous rubber dong and began to reinsert it back inside her. Smoothly guiding it in, she was eventually able to take it all. After I had the giant rubber dong inside her, I grabbed the handle at the end of it and began thrusting it into her with all my might. It was ramming her so hard that her tits bounced in between the restraints and her head jerked back and forth as the ball gag muzzled some of her cries.
 

“Oh yeah, you like it. Don’t you my little pain slut?” I sadistically said as I continued to pump the monster into her.
 

With one big thrust near the end, she began to cum. Since the speculum was holding her gaping hole wide open, I could see the white secretion escape her cervix as she came. My cock became rock hard. Normally, I was only into inflicting pain on these little sluts who dared enter my house, but Victoria was different. There was just something about her, and her hunger for more. She was a greedy little pain slut; she begged for it.
 

Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to fuck her. This was not in my nature; I was a true sadist. The more pain that I inflicted upon her, the more I wanted her to have my cock filling one or more of her holes. When she came down from her orgasm, I removed the giant rubber dong and speculum. Giving her a moment to recover, I untied the straps that restrained her and sat her upright so she could catch her breath. During her orgasm, her breathing had become so labored that her breasts were heaving as her abdomen contracted. Once her breathing became more regular, I ordered her to her knees.
 

“Get down on your knees slut,” I demanded of her as I yanked her to the floor with her sloppy ponytail.