4 comments/ 50484 views/ 13 favorites The Love of Pain and Submission By: Player One I just want to give all of you that are reading this, an idea of what a day in my life is like. My name is Terri and I am usually referred to as 'pain slut' by my Master and a few other select people in our lives. I have been given a few other pet names too, but this one is used more frequently than the rest. I know that most people wouldn't think that name sounds very dignified or respectful of me as a woman or as an individual. I am super proud of it. It took me over two years to earn it. I have a silver necklace with that name engraved on it in very beautiful script lettering that I wear 24/7. It is not on open display as I don't want to spend half of my life explaining to strangers why I have those words hanging around my neck. Several very select people know that the necklace is there. They have seen it many times. They have often watched me earn the name and have also frequently participated in my training and all were at my collaring. There are two more newer couples we have met since my collaring who have been accepted into our little community, and who have turned out to be wonderful people and great friends. Do I mind having them watch while my Master whips my tits and my pussy? I do not mind at all. Sometimes, they even join in for the fun and frolic. Here are my basic stats. I'm 5' 9" tall with very long legs. I believe the term most frequently used is 'legs to my ears'. My hair is auburn and is perfectly straight, without as much as a single curl. I keep it in a ponytail that nearly touches my waist. I am 35-24-35. My boobs are a complete handful without any waste. I have nipples that most men would kill for. I've seen a number of girls with long nipples but my nipples are nearly an inch long and over a half inch wide when fully erect from being chewed on, twisted and crushed, or just sensually stimulated. I have a clit that is pretty good sized too and my Master often puts it to really good use. Master says I am gorgeous but I suspect he's a bit partial. I think I'm about a '7.5' and I'm serious about that. I've never had trouble getting a man but I haven't always been the first they've looked at, if you know what I mean. I also want you all to know that I am not writing what you are now reading. My Master is writing down everything that I am telling you as I go along. I'm sitting on the edge of our bed and speaking as if you are all here in the bedroom with us. He won't change a single word, nor will he make any comments on what I say to all of you. But, he will be the final judge on my courage and honesty. He has ordered me to do this as a test of my ability to demonstrate these two personal attributes. I've got a closetful of courage but honesty, when it comes to putting who I am on display, is often lacking according to Master. I need to put a serious effort into correcting that problem. It was solely my idea to talk about me and what I have become during the last two years as Master's submissive pain slut trainee. I'm about to tell you all about a few of my most secret personal cravings. I also want to tell you about some of my most personal desires and needs that only my Master and the very special friends know anything about. I have a completely bald pussy. I had every hair removed permanently from my pussy and my ass and everywhere in between and all around. I had a few hairs near the tips of my tits that were removed also. Master loves my bald pussy. I like it too. It is much more sensitive to touch without hair in the way. My ass is sort of heart shaped and I love to make it dance when I'm walking in a crowded area. I only weigh 132 pounds so I give the appearance of being skinny, but I have a lot to offer. I love oral and anal sex. I can orgasm while being fucked in the ass almost as easily as when my cunt is being jack hammered. I love being fisted and I really love large vibrating or inflatable objects pumping into both my pussy and my asshole, preferably at the same time. The most important thing you need to know about me is that I absolutely crave pain, punishment, and sexual torture. I want you to know that I don't want any of the above to the extent that I am subjected to permanent physical harm, mutilation, or anything else to that extreme. I crave the pain that eventually turns to orgasmic heaven. I can cum from having needles inserted through my tits or nipples at the same time my huge clit is being sucked or twisted between a thumb and forefinger. I also crave being made to do humiliating acts or performances, both in private and in public. Don't get me wrong. I love all the normal stuff too. My orgasms from combining pain and sexual arousal into one event are considerably stronger and longer lasting. I have been called a 'pain slut'. I've been called a whole lot of other things too. We will leave those out of this short summary of my daily life and life in general. 'Cumslut' has become the name that I most easily and quickly respond to. I love being called 'cum slut'. I am also a 'pain slut'. I am a 'pain slut' by design and a 'cum slut' by choice. I would crawl down a street, totally naked, and beg a perfect stranger to shoot a wad of his cream into my mouth or on my face just to be able to savor its taste or feel its heavy wetness on my skin. When Master whips me, and he follows a certain procedure of starting very light and working up very slowly to extremely hard strokes, I will transform into another space all of my own. A place where every stroke of a riding crop, a single tail, a cat, or various types of paddles and canes can cause unimaginable sexually electrified shots of pure mind bending arousal throughout my entire body. Master once had me stand naked with my hands behind my head and my feet spread really wide and thrust my hips as far forward as possible so that my pussy was sticking out there all by itself, posing in the air in total exposure. Three couples, who are our closest and dearest friends, were seated around me in the playroom at the time. The three women were also naked and sitting on the floor at the feet of their Masters. My Master placed a two foot long riding crop with a double flapped leather end and a two foot long paddle that was only one inch wide and very flexible on the table in front of the main sofa. Master told me that I could only show these people expressions of pleasure on my face and sounds of strong sexual arousal from my mouth. If I could not provide for those two responses, I was to stay completely silent. I was to stare straight into my own eyes in the floor to ceiling mirror directly in front of me on the wall behind the sofa. Master told me that he was going to whip my pussy with the crop 25 times. They would be completely random in strength and frequency. It could be two soft strokes, one after the other, followed by one tremendously strong stroke directly onto the top of my clit that could come in 10 seconds, or up to a minute later. There would be no set patterns of strokes at any time. After the 25 strokes of the riding crop, I would receive up to 50 strokes from the soft flexible wood paddle that would impact directly onto my pussy lips and my clit head. On occasion, I would be told to reach down with my hands and hold my labia lips as wide open as possible so that the paddle could impact on the soft wet sensitive flesh of my inner pink. Each of these strokes would either repeat the previous impact, or increase in strength, and the timing of the strokes would always remain the same. It was always during this phase of this kind of session that I would begin to enter into my other world of existence. A world where each stroke began to create an orgasm or add to an orgasm that was already in the process of making its climb toward erotic bliss. He has, in the past, frequently maintained steady impact strength for a random number of strokes before increasing them to a greater level, but they would never decrease in strength at any time. I have never met another woman who fully understands what my body and mind are experiencing. I know many who like and enjoy a reasonable amount of pain while they are being aroused in the more standard methods. But I know none who can turn a world of pain into a world of non-stop nuclear orgasm. Many have watched me go through this process and are both amazed and super envious. Master is clearing his throat and that tells me that I'm either rambling, or getting off topic. He has already told me that one of the punishments I will receive, should he not be happy with my little story, will require me to masturbate one hour per day while sitting on the cement floor in the basement, alone, and not allowed to cum. I will have to do this 'no cum' routine for 10 days. I would rather have my clit cut off than have to endure a punishment like that. He has also told me that if I do really well with this story, I will be rewarded with a party to which I can name up to 10 people to invite. They will each have complete and total freedom to do anything they want to me until the sun rises the next morning. Master has advised me that I will have prior permission to cum any time I want, without pleading or begging. I will also have two complete hours during which I will be allowed to tell anyone what I would like them to do to me. That would be the ultimate party and I'm not about to screw that up. I am never allowed to wear clothes in the house. And that includes when we have visitors or friends over. If one of my female friends comes to visit, she has to strip naked at the front door before she can enter the house. That rule applies whether I am alone or Master is home. Only once has one of my girlfriends refused to obey the rule so I had to tell her that I couldn't let her into the house. Our friendship is still good. We just meet somewhere else. I will get her in here one of these days. When this all began, a couple of years ago, I was just your average everyday girl you would take home to Mom and Dad's for dinner. I used to sit on my bed, when I was a young teenager, and do things to myself that would cause both pain and stimulation. I started simple. I put a clothespin on each nipple and then fingered my clit. The nipples hurt like hell and the clit became the center of an orgasm. I suddenly discovered, after about two weeks of doing this, that when I put a clothespin on my nipple, my pussy instantly became aroused and wet. The pain was still there but I was getting hot and wet without any hand or finger action on my cunt. Needless to say, I became curious about this and started trying other forms of pain activities. My tits are 35C's. I'm tall and somewhat thin but that still doesn't make my boobs appear to be oversized. They are firm and solid and don't droop in the least. They stand up pointed and proud and still aim outward and upward. I'm proud of the two girls. And they've gotten a lot of attention over the past few years as Master's trainee and now, full collard slave. I love being whipped. It doesn't matter if its with a leather belt, cat-o-nine tales, single tip (the worse), wood paddle of any shape or size, floggers, or riding crops. I've even had soft willow branches used on my ass, thighs, pussy, and tits. I love then all. I love being forced to count each stroke and then thank Master and ask for another stroke that is even harder. I love being whipped so much that I have had to be really careful in the past about who is doing the whipping. I have had a couple of occasions where the skin on parts of my ass was almost completely removed because the guy got carried away with the whipping. I love being whipped in different positions and not tied up. This is my proof that the whip really turns me on and that I am totally obedient, because I always stay in the position I'm told to get into. I like being tied up on occasion, for variety's sake, but that lowers the sense of submission when I am being restrained instead of accepting the pain and punishment completely by my own need. I get so turned on by complete willing submission without being restrained that I have cum, on a number of occasions, when just my pussy has been the target of crops, whips, or paddles. I can't explain where this comes from. It's just there all of the time. Submission is my fantasy come true and Master knows that all too well. He often tests my ability to receive unconditionally. I have absolutely no idea what my limits are. I just totally trust Master to know when I have gone far enough. I love my Master with such passion and commitment and joy and faith that just being with him fulfills many of my craving desires and emotional needs. It's hard to put this all into words that another person can understand. Master is smiling at me again. And he just stuck a finger into my vagina. A major part of my daily life is based on instructions that Master has given to me, and which must be followed exactly to the letter. One list applies to my duties and responsibilities that I have to perform and carry out each and every day. That list is hung on the wall in the kitchen. It is framed and covered in glass and hangs right next to a picture of me. I am naked and standing with my legs spread wide apart and my hands behind my head. The only things I am wearing are leather ringed cuffs on my wrists and ankles and a black leather collar with a large ring attached to the front and a leash attached to the ring, which hangs straight down between my tits and nearly reaches my knees. I used to worry that someone would see that picture. I was afraid that a visitor or a repairman would see as I really am displayed on the wall in all my naked glory. That leash is not used all that often but it's terribly humiliating when it is. Master took me to a mall in another city we were visiting not too long ago and pulled me around the mall by the leash for several hours. I think every shopper in the place saw me at one time or another. No one said a single word that I could hear anyway, about my predicament. My leash has been attached to a stake embedded in the ground in our back yard and I have been left there totally naked for hours, and never allowed to touch the ground with anything other then my feet. I've been whipped, cropped, and paddled while positioned like that a number of times. Master has used nylon ropes to place a slip knot loop over each tit and pulled them so tight that they formed into two huge purple balloons attached to my chest by cylinders of flesh only two inches thick. He's tied the other ends of the ropes to trees, fences, stakes in the ground, or used to lead me around when we are at his cabin up in the mountains. Master wants me to tell you about a couple of his specialty tortures that he used on my body earlier today. I have a very large clit. Not that it is so large but it is long and sticks its head up from its hiding place under its hood far enough that it can be rolled, squeezed, and bitten. There are many other scenarios involving my clit but this one is one of my favorites. Master has me stand in front of his easy chair, when he's in it of course, and turn my back to him. He then orders me to bend over and grab my ankles with my hands. Then he tells me to back up until my calves are touching the chair and my ass and pussy are now only inches from his face and spread wide open as a result of having spread my legs. Master will dip his fingers into my pussy hole, which is almost always soaking wet when I'm with him, and begin pushing them in and out in a slow rhythm. He starts with only one finger and progresses from there to as many as three fingers. He'll often do this with both of his hands. When I'm bent forward with his fingers entering my love channel from the rear, they can easily press downward as they slowly slide in and out. What this accomplishes is that he can apply pressure to my clit from inside of my body. Have any of you ever had your clit stimulated from behind? It is a turn on you will never forget and beg for more on a regular basis. If your clit is being stimulated from the inside and the outside at the same time, that is orgasmic heaven for sure. Any woman reading this should definitely try that out. My clit will stand up far enough for Master to put the loop of a slip knotted piece of heavy sewing thread over it and tighten so that it won't slip off unless pulled very hard. On occasion, he will pull my clit further out in a stretch and insert a needle through the center of the stem just behind the little head. The shock of that piercing is so tremendous that I have often screamed out in pain. He's tied a small weight onto the thick thread and made me walk for an hour in the backyard while the weight swung back and forth between my thighs the entire time. Another one of my favorites is inserting needles through my nipples and breasts. The very first time Master did this, he had told me to finger my clit and not to stop for any reason at all. If I did, he would torture my clitoris for hours. I began the masturbation as ordered, and was definitely going to orgasm in a very short period of time. Right at this point, Master took my left nipple and began rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It got really hard and stood up on its own with very little effort on his part. He took a sewing machine needle and slowly pushed it into the tip of my super sensitive nipple. The pain was immense but the masturbation pleasure quickly began to combine with the pain. Sewing machine needles are extremely thick. He slowly, and I do mean slowly, pushed this huge metal needle completely down through the center of my erect nipple and didn't stop until it was an inch into my tit flesh. When this was done, he repeated the same procedure on my other nipple. The same outrageous pain was again joined by the pleasure of my fingering my clit and pussy. On one occasion, Master tied each end of a piece of kite string to each of the extra thick sewing needle ends that still protruded at least an inch out from the center of my nipples and had me bend my head forward. He placed the string in my mouth so that it was inserted into a couple of tiny spaces between some of my lower teeth and told to close my teeth together so that the string could not possibly come loose and fall out of my mouth. He told me that I would have 200 needles inserted into each of my nipples and tits as punishment if I lost my grip on that string. As a finishing touch, Master put an alligator clamp with sharp metal teeth over the end of each of the needle heads. The clamps were long enough so that the first two sharp metal teeth were able to embed themselves into the flesh of the tip of each nipple. This did draw a little blood from one of them. The alligator clamps were very effective in preventing the needles from being pulled out, either by accident or on purpose. When Master was satisfied that I was perfectly clear on what would happen if I lost the string, he informed me that I had five minutes to straighten my head back to an upright position and to finger my clit to an orgasm. My first meager attempts to start raising my head up were met with strong shooting pain flashes that emanated outward from my nipples and tits throughout my chest. As I raised my head, the embedded needles would also force my nipples sharply upward. Because the needles were long enough to be at least an inch beyond my nipples and into my tit flesh, both of my firm mounds would also pull upward. The clamps prevented any possibility of the needles from being pulled out. Little by little, I kept raising my head just a bit further than the previous attempt. Each time I did this, the pain increased to another level. And each time I did this, I would move my finger faster and press harder on my clit. That little clit was sending orgasmic warnings throughout my body in no time at all. I was watching the clock on the wall and had to time my orgasm to the moment I raised my head back up to its normal position. The Love of Pain and Submission The pain in my nipples was approaching the point of being unbearable. I could look down at my tits and see how much they were being forced upward every time I raised my head just a tiny bit further. Tears were flowing down my cheeks and an extraordinary orgasm was getting ready to explode out of my pussy. As the clock passed the four minute mark, I was amazed at how much the pain and the intense clit arousal was beginning to combine into one single physical and sexual response. The power of the mind was incredible. Just before the five minute mark, I begged Master to allow me to cum and he reminded me that I had already been told when to cum. At exactly the five minute mark, I straightened my head perfectly upright and looked directly into Master's eyes as my one finger became two fingers that were absolutely flying in a flurry, like a Hummingbird's wings, over my fully erect clit. The orgasmic explosion that engulfed my pussy and spread out over the rest of my body in a steady wave ecstasy was joined by one of the most intense pain responses from my tits that I had ever experienced. Both the pain and the orgasmic explosions met head on, combined with each other, and my body went nuclear. Master moved behind me very quickly and put his arms around me just under my tits and held me there until the most intense, mind blowing orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life began to slowly come down from it's peak and I could actually stand there on my own without falling over due to the lack of ability to get my knees to do their proper job. My head came back down to my chest and both tits went back to their normal position. Master unclipped the alligator clamps one at a time, which caused another pain shock to each nipple and removed each of the sewing needles, which didn't hurt at all. Either that or my nips and tits were numb. He began slapping each tit and then squeezing them and did this for another minute or so until I started moaning in pain once again. I was allowed to sit down on the sofa and that was the end of an experience that has been repeated many times, but in different ways, over the past few years. I love doing that scenario more than any other we have done together, so I only get to do it as a special reward on a special occasion. Master and I tried out another fun idea that I came up with just a few days ago. He says he enjoys listening to the ideas I come up with every once in awhile. Our activities are not all pain oriented by any stretch of the imagination. Many are oriented toward humiliation and extreme embarrassment, both privately and publically. Some are just plain oddball ideas that pop up out of the blue. This one was one of those. This idea of mine had been bouncing around inside of my brain all afternoon and, when Master came home from work, I asked him if I could tell him about it after I had finished sucking his cock and drinking down his wonderfully tasty cum cream. He gave me his approval and I proceeded to give him one of my best blowjobs that included sucking on his balls and sticking my tongue into his ass hole. When I had successfully drained him dry, I began telling him of my newest idea. I would position myself in front of the couch with my head on the floor and my back against the front of the sofa. My legs would be positioned so that both of them were angled back over my head with my feet touching the floor on either side of me. This would leave me bent almost completely in half with my ass and pussy aimed straight up in the air. In this position, my legs could be spread even wider. Wide enough to open everything up for complete access and open display. Master would be sitting on the sofa with his feet on the floor and my body between his legs so that he was sitting up against the lower part of my back and looking down on my asshole and cunt. What I wanted him to do, with his approval of course, was to insert ice cubes into my vagina and rectum until they were filled up completely. He asked me how many ice cubes would be needed and I told him that I didn't have the slightest idea. He thought about it for a minute and said that I should go over to the store and buy a bag of ice and a couple of candles. I asked him why he wanted the candles and he told me that, after he had finished inserting the ice cubes, he was going to seal off my pussy and my anus with hot wax and use a vibrator on my clit until I had an orgasm. Now I was really getting excited. He told me to go to the store wearing a short skirt and no panties or bra. This was OK with me as I rarely wore them anyway. He told me to keep in mind that the candles were on the top shelf near the center front of the store and that once entering that aisle, I had a three minute time span in which I could pick out the candles and put them in my cart. What this amounted to was that my pussy and ass were going to be on complete and open display when I reached up to get the candles, which I must do in that three minute time span no matter how many people were in the aisle with me. I could choose what time to enter the aisle, and I could choose when to reach for the candles within the three minutes I was allowed. But, picking a moment when no one was in the aisle to get the free pussy and ass display, was going to be pure luck on my part. It was pretty much assured that someone was going to get a clear view of my hairless front crack or my rear ass crack. I really get excited when Master has me performing in public. I'm a born exhibitionist. At least that's what my friends tell me. And my need for humiliation is something I have tried to understand for years. Without success, I might add. I've been told by many that I am a natural slave, submissive, masochist, cock sucker, cum drinker, pain slut, and a fuck whore who will perform any sexual act known to man. There are a few sexual acts that I won't perform, such as with four legged animals, but the rest is pretty much on the level of being accurate. My only true limit is that I am safe and protected from deliberate and permanent physical harm at all times. Master doesn't have me doing all the weird things he can think up in public very often. My life outside the house and away from Master is no different than any other woman's life. I work. I have friends. I have a girl's night out. We go to parties that are normal more often than not. We belong to a group of Dom's and subs that meet on the first Saturday of every month at alternating homes. We meet at 12 noon and end at 6:00 p.m. the following day. The woman of the house we meet at automatically becomes the house slave for the entire time. The rest of us are still used as subs and slaves by our Master's. The "House Slave" can be used by any of the Masters or slaves at any time, for any reason, and in any manner, with the only limitations being those of safety and each of our 'will not do under any circumstance' list that all of us have on file. My trip to the store was mostly uneventful, unless you count the really old guy who was in the aisle when I reached for the candles. He looked so appreciative that I faced toward him, reached up for a few more candles, and held that position for close to thirty seconds. It would have been longer but I saw the front end of a grocery cart appear at the end of the aisle and ended the sex show for the old guy before the person pushing that cart inadvertently entered our little personal game. As I walked past the old man, I reached out and squeezed his hand and he whispered "Thanks for the beautiful pussy show young lady." I got a five pound bag of clear round ice cubes. They weren't large ones at all. They would fit through an asshole without too much trouble. I paid for everything and headed back home. Master had told me that we were going to experiment with something we had never done before, so I was even more excited than usual. The upper inside of my thighs, and the area around my pussy, were getting pretty wet by this time. I walked in the front door and stripped naked, as required, and handed Master my purchases. He patted me on the ass and told me to get into the position I had discussed earlier. My heart was beating three times normal as I got into position on the sofa. I was on my back with my legs going up over the back of the sofa and my head hanging over the front edge. I slowly slid down until my head was on the floor, as were my shoulders. This put my entire torso going straight up the front of the sofa. I brought my legs back so that my toes were touching the floor about a foot out from each side of my head. Once again I was in one of the most vulnerable positions a woman could possibly be in. My pussy, with lips spread, and my asshole wide open and aiming straight up toward the ceiling. Master came over to me and knelt down next to my head facing toward my pussy. He was naked and his cock was hard. He had a vibrator in his hand. His cock slowly found its way into my mouth and I began sucking on it gently while using my tongue on the soft sensitive skin of the shaft. I paid particular attention to that special spot on the bottom edge of his mushroom head. Master took the tip of the vibrator and began running it up and down the crack of my pussy. I was soaking wet and the petals of my hot pink flower opened up like a hibiscus bud at sun-up. Master ran the plastic deeper into my cunt channel and began pushing it slowly in and out of the entrance to my vagina. The vibrator was turned on low. He pushed it all the way into my pussy hole and left it there while he picked up the bag of ice he had laid on the sofa and opened it up at one end. With his cock in my mouth and the vibrator in my cunt, Master took a round ice cube out of the bag and put it against my wrinkled brown eye and began pushing. The cold cube didn't help my sphincter to relax, so Master had to push harder until my anus began to give up the fight and slowly began opening up. I finally felt the entire cube sort of pop into my rectum. At that moment, Master pulled the vibrator out of my cunt with one hand and pushed the tip lightly against my clitoris while pushing his index finger in and out of my asshole to give me a massive amount of pleasure arousal that completely counteracted the shock and growing ache of the frozen ice cube. Master kept me on the verge of orgasm with that vibrator. He was an expert at knowing exactly what arousal level a woman was at during her trip up to the very edge of orgasmic bliss and knew exactly how to keep her from going over that edge until he wanted her to crash into her ultimate sexual release. My Master told me to count the cubes out loud. I promptly announced that there was one ice cube melting in my ass. I had to use one hand to take his super hard cock out of my mouth to be able to say that. I jerked him off while updating the count and then put him back into my warm wet mouth for more tongue action and hard sucking. He pushed another cube into my vagina. It went right in without any resistance at all, and his finger pushed it deeply into my love tunnel. I yelled out that there was one ice cube in my cunt. He put two more into my rectum and one more into my pussy. The vibrator never lost contact with my clit. Only the pressure applied to my clit head changed from barely touching to slightly less than barely touching. His cock never missed a stroke other than to stop for me to tongue that special spot again. I could taste his pre-cum. I love the taste of his crème so much I could drink it by the glassful. I told the imaginary audience that there were now two more cubes in my ass and one more cube in my cunt. The cold was mind blowing. It didn't hurt in a really painful manner. The ice caused an aching feeling that kept growing in intensity. A very uncomfortable aching, but I didn't care as long as my clit was being vibrated and his cock stayed in my mouth. Master inserted one more in each hole and again I announced, in a very loud voice, that there was another ice cube in my pussy and one more in my rectum. There wasn't anybody there to hear any of this except Master. I guess he enjoyed hearing my announcements of the inventory and its exact location. This scene continued on in this manner until there was a need to let some of these cubes melt. The aching was really getting intense and was spreading into my abdomen. Master continued fucking my mouth and touching my clit head with the plastic vibrator for several more minutes. I got two more cubes up my ass and into my poor frozen pussy when Master had begun to show strong signs that he was beginning to approach the point of no return. The aching of the cold ice inside of me had finally reached its peak. It was such a strange sensation. I had never felt anything like that in my life. Master was beginning to breathe heavily and moan, so I didn't put his shaft back into my mouth this time. I licked both of my hands and got as much saliva on them as I could, grabbed his cock, and began pumping it up and down. Every time my hand passed over the rim of his mushroom head, I squeezed it a lot harder. Pump and squeeze. Pump and squeeze. My clit suddenly came to life and I knew my own orgasm wasn't very far off either. I pumped his cock faster and faster and spit more saliva on his shaft and squeezed harder and harder. Master's cock turned bright red and suddenly became as hard as a rock. The first jerk of his shaft only produced a tiny drip of white cum at the tip. My eyes were glued onto his little eyehole. I loved watching his white creamy cum shooting out of that eye because I knew I was the creator of that orgasm. What a feeling of pleasure it causes, throughout my entire body, while watching the wads of cum shooting one after another into the air and onto my face. The second jerk of his cock produced a huge load of crème. It just flew out of his cock and hit me straight on the tip of my nose and splashed outward in all directions. I had one hand on his shaft and the other squeezing his balls. I could feel his ball sack contract, then his shaft jerked, and then another wad of cum would shoot out with tremendous force. He sprayed my chin, my forehead, and sent another wet sloppy wad of cum into my hair. And his dick still had more love juice to give me. One shot went directly into my left eye and, as I turned my head just momentarily, another shot went into my ear. Do any of you have any idea of what a wet creamy wad of thick warm cum sounds like? It's overwhelmingly erotic. I wasn't doing a very good job of aiming his cannon at all. The hard jerks became softer and softer and his cum was just slowly dripping out of his cock's little grinning eye. My tongue shot out and collected every drop that I could squeeze out of his shaft. Just as his orgasm came to an end, mine suddenly hit so hard that I lost all sense of reality and could only feel my body exploding and jerking, and then I could hear the loud screams of pure joy and ecstasy that were coming out of my mouth. Master shoved three fingers into my cunt and used his thumb to press down on my swollen clit and just rocket that little pink shaft into outer space. When we had both finished with our cums, Master sat back on the floor and I brought myself around so that I was sitting also. We were covered with sweat. I had momentarily forgotten about the ice cubes and the melted water began to flow out of both my pussy and my asshole like a river flood. I made a huge wet spot on the carpet. Master asked me how I had enjoyed my taste treat for the day. All I could think of at that moment was a long dreamy MMMMmmmm. Master told me to get back into the upside down position once again and inserted two more cubes in each hole, which I again loudly announced. He sat down on the sofa with his legs on each side of me. He had one of the candles in his hand and a lighter in the other hand. He told me to use my fingers to spread my cunt lips as far open and they would stretch. He had a small towel which he used to completely dry my pussy of the juices that were making it slippery and sloppy wet. When my entire inner pink was dried off as best as possible, Master lit the candle, turned it into a horizontal position directly over the entrance to my vagina, and let the drops of hot wax start dripping directly into my hole. The dripping wax burned, but the pain was bearable. Master began moving the candle all around my pussy and then up to my clit. He did this for quite a while. He finally stopped when everything inside of my vagina and my labia lips had been thickly coated with hardened wax. He later put a piece of duct tape across the solid mass of wax to keep it in place when I was allowed to move. Next came my ass hole. Master told me to put one index finger from each hand into my asshole, which I did manage to accomplish, and to pull my hole as far open as possible. The sphincter is quite a strong muscle and pulling it open is not an easy project. It was much easier using a speculum to keep that particular hole open. Master moved the candle over to the opened entrance of my rectum and began dripping wax into that dark cavern at a very rapid rate. He ran out of candle and let a second one. The pain of the hot wax inside of my ass tunnel was strong, but not nearly as strong as it had been when he coated my entire pussy. Especially when he had let the drops of very hot was land directly on the top of my clit head. My ass opening eventually filled up and I was told to remove my fingers as the wax continued to completely coat and seal off my anus. He had successfully created form fitting pussy and butt plugs made of red wax. Master again applied duct tape over the improvised butt plug from my pussy to the top of my ass crack. The he put one long strip from several inches above my front crack all the way back to the top of my ass. These plugs weren't going anywhere. Master informed me that I had to keep the wax plugs, which held in the melting ice cubes, in position for one hour, during which I was required to do some of my daily chores around the house. I was not to lose a single drop out of either hole. That was an impossible task, of course. Wax did not make a good seal and all the water drained out in less than a half hour no matter how tightly I squeezed both of my holes. I know now that Master knew that was going to happen as he now has a big, shit eating grin on his face as I tell you about this episode. My world seemed to fall to pieces because I couldn't hold the water inside of my pussy or my ass. I felt useless and I wanted to cry because I thought I had failed and that I would be discarded as an untrainable and disobedient slave. He took that opportunity as a good reason to turn my ass cheeks bright red with a long paddle and 20 strokes. I craved the punishment and hoped for a lot more. This was when he explained to me that I actually had done fairly well at holding the water for as long as I did. Master's shit eating grin has grown even larger while he has been writing all of this down. I guess I can be a rather confusing person to many of my friends. I enjoy engaging in 'danger sex', bondage, submission, outdoor activities, any scenario in the woods, orgasm denial, being totally obedient to any order or command that I am given, pain at all levels and intensity, and controlled torture sessions. I am not overly receptive to engaging in much more than a small combination of a few of the above at any one time. I will do any of the above at any time. Master, somehow, seems to know instinctively exactly what I need to get into the most when we start our sessions. I love fucking and playing, from romantically 'making love' to pile driving assaults that leave my pussy and my asshole raw and sore for days. One of my personal favorites is Master sitting of the edge or a bed or chair in total silence while I play with his cock, using my hands and some lube only. I make it last as long as possible and watching his cum shooting out of his cock is just absolutely mind blowing to me every time he allows me to jerk him off. The Love of Pain and Submission My Master's name is Bill. I can address him by his first name any time that I want. He has always allowed me the option of talking to him as if we were just an ordinary couple with an ordinary relationship. And that included when we were alone together also. I don't have to call him Master or Sir or anything else. I can ask him to take out the garbage or mow the lawn or help me with something around the house just like any other couple that may be married or just living together. If I get mad at something he has done, I can freely express my anger. That is an unbreakable rule. I must always communicate any feelings I have at any time, whether they are positive or negative. We both believe that that is the only way that two people can successfully keep their relationship on the highest level of trust, faith, love, and friendship like we most certainly do. Master is the most loving, caring man I have ever met in my life. And, as he claims, every time he crops or whips my ass, tits, thighs, pussy, or any other part of my body into an erotic frenzy of pain and agony and sometimes orgasm, he is doing it with all of his love. I just looked back at him again and that shit eating grin is taking up almost all of his face, the bastard. I love him so much. I call him 'Master', 'Sir', and sometimes 'My Lord', because I want to. Not because I have to. Those words are absolutely real and not just required. They come out so easy and naturally. When I call him 'My Lord,' I get shivers all through my body because he does own me. He owns me completely, totally, absolutely, and without question. He owns every square inch of my body and can do anything he chooses to every one of those square inches whenever he chooses to do so. Every time Master inserts a needle into my flesh, whips me, applies clamps, causes pain, or makes me perform sexual acts or activities for him or our friends, I love him even more. There is no greater love or trust that can possibly be given or returned than what we have and give to each other. And, believe it or not, that love and trust is always growing to an even higher level on a continuous basis. It has never stopped growing at any time since we first met. I crave pain and need to be dominated in every way possible. I can't give you a psychological analysis as to why I am like this. I have been this way since before puberty in some respects. I've only been able to express and fulfill my cravings and needs since becoming sexually active. Sexual performance, participation, and total obedience is the perfect arena for me to experience every craving desire and need that I have ever had and all the new ones that suddenly appear as our relationship grows and expands to even greater levels of satisfaction and fulfillment. My physical, emotional, and sexual needs and cravings are all tied into one single component that allows me to enter this perfect arena. It is one in which I can safely and passionately give my life of complete and total domination, submission, enslavement, obedience, dedication and ownership to my Lord Master Bill. I'm having a lot of fun telling you all about me and some of my feelings and experiences. Master has just told me that his writing hand is getting tired and that I need to wrap this one up pretty soon. With a sense of disappointment, I immediately asked if I could dictate just one more of these revealing parts of my life before we close up shop on the writing. Master just nodded his head, giving me permission to reveal to all of you, the very last one of these 'talk as you go' adventures before ending this session. I love this. I just get to sit here on the side of the bed and pretend that I am talking directly to you, as if you all were sitting there right in front of me, while Master writes everything down. All of this occurring while my exceptionally aroused pussy creates a huge, sexually scented wet spot underneath my ass. This little scene was very recent. Master appeared out of nowhere while I was relaxing in a chair totally nude in the back yard and watching the sun set. He informed me that I was going to perform for him. And that this was going to happen right then. I looked up at him and asked him what he wanted me to do. He told me to go out to the garage and wait for him. He referred to me as cum slut which meant that we were about to start one of our heavier types of sessions. He also told me that he was going to have some fun with me and that even the neighbors might be lucky enough to enjoy in the fun also. I instantly obeyed and headed for the garage. It only took a minute for me to get to the garage at the far end of the house. It's a big two door garage with a workshop instead of a third door and parking area. It was just past the final, and beautiful, setting of the sun and the temperature was a bit cooler, but still in the middle 70's. I waited nearly 10 minutes before I heard Master walking into the big open area. There were no cars in the garage so he must have parked them outside by the curb earlier. This obviously meant that this was all planned much earlier too. Master made his entrance carrying a large cardboard box. I could see a spreader bar sticking out of one end. He instantly ordered me to put my hands together and hold them out in front of me. I did as ordered and Master put two padded wrist cuffs on me and then handcuffed them together through the big 'D' ring on the inside of each one. He told me to spread my legs wide apart and he put ankle cuffs on each foot. Out came the spreader bar and he clipped each ankle cuff to the bar. This put a spread on my legs of just over three feet. He asked me if I could see the very large hook screwed into the cross beam above my head and a little toward my left. I told him I could and asked him what it was for. He said it was for me because I am such a little sex whore exhibitionist. He strongly ordered me to waddle my way over there and to stand directly under that thick steel hook. Waddle was the correct word. That's all I could do with the spreader bar holding my feet so far apart. I made it without falling somehow. I looked up at the hook and realized that it was probably at least foot further up than I could reach. Master had never hung me from the rafters so this was going to be a unique scenario that we had never done before. Master grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up far enough for me to place the cuffs over the hook and then lowered me down slowly until my arms were stretched as far as they were going to go. I was now hanging in mid air and I knew that this was going to get really painful the longer I was hanging like this with my feet off of the ground. Master walked over to the opposite side of the garage and returned with two small wood blocks. Each one had a four inch square area when stood up on end. The length from top to bottom was just enough for me to put a foot on it and take some of the weight of my body off of my shoulders, which were now feeling the pain of being stretched by my 132 pounds. I had one of these under each foot. They weren't very stable for the most part, but they did give me some welcomed relief from just hanging in mid air. I was still stretched. My tits stuck straight out with my long nipples now rapidly becoming erect. My pussy was wide open with full access to it because of the spreader bar. The same applied to my ass. My sensitive inner thighs were easily accessible too. I was totally vulnerable to anything Master wanted to do to me. He warned me not to twist my body too much or I could easily knock one of the supports under each of my over which would make things much more painful for me. He told me he would replace them a couple of times only. After that, I would spend the remaining time hanging in the air. He informed me that he was going to turn off the lights and open both garage doors a little more than halfway. It will be far enough so that the lower half of my body would be on display to the entire neighborhood, should he decide to turn the lights back on. He told me he was going to blindfold me and put an inflatable gag in my mouth and then use several different paddles, crops, and whips all over my body for one hour. Everything will be random and that he would be changing the implements of punishment every few minutes or so. That would depend on the response he gets from me as we go along. My pussy was already getting soaking wet. Half of our immediate neighborhood is part of our special group and have watched me perform or being punished many times over. The other half of the neighborhood hasn't a clue what an inflatable dildo or a nipple clamp is, nor what to do with either if they found them on a table in front of them. They'll all be watching reality shows on TV anyway, with the real show going on right under their noses. And they will never know what they missed. Master walked over to me and put on my blindfold and attached the straps of the inflatable gag around my head and buckled them down tight. I could hear him start squeezing the little ball inflator on the front of the gag and soon felt the thing starting to get bigger and bigger. Master kept inflating it until my jaw was forced wide open. I probably looked like a screaming face with no scream coming out. Then the strokes of the various devices Master was planning to use began. The first was a riding crop. And he didn't waste any time building up to the stronger stinging strokes. He didn't smack me super hard at all. Just hard enough to redden my skin like a ripe tomato. I could hear every stroke but I had no idea where or when they were going to land on my body. With my tits, Master would tap them several times with the head of the crop and then I would hear a loud WAAACKKKKKKK. The sound beat the pain by a full second after the impact on my poor little tits. He roamed all over my body from my feet to my shoulders. He did this one after another after another. Then he switched to another torture tool. The rubber paddle made the loudest noise by far, but only created half of the pain that the crop did. Then, out came a flogger and a single tail shortly after that. The single tail was only used on my thighs, back, and stomach. It created triple the amount of pain as the other implements. The single tail would be the only tool that could put me into my other world. He stopped after 10 strokes of that hellish whip. Actually, it was my very favorite whip but I would never admit to it in a million years. There was a silent pause and I suddenly felt something being pushed into my pussy. It wasn't very big or very long, so it went in fairly easily, considering how dripping wet my cunt was at the time. A smaller object was pushed into my asshole after it had first been covered with the joy juice leaking from my pussy. Then they both suddenly started getting bigger. They got a lot bigger. Soon I was stuffed to the max with soft rubber that was nearly the size of a fist in each hole. Both were completely inside of me and raining havoc with my arousal. The pause ended just as quickly as it had begun and the whipping began again. Going back to the paddle and the crop, Master used them both to concentrate on my tits, nipples, pussy and ass. The rubber paddle was used expertly on my ass cheeks, all over my thighs, and the undersides of my tits. The pain kept building but never in the same place. When the pain increased in one spot, Master would change to another spot. Then Master brought out the single tail again. He wasn't hitting me hard enough with the single tail to cause my skin to tear but it was hard enough to leave raw red raised stripes. I've seen the results of what a single tail does to ones skin surface at the level of stroke strength that Master was using. Putting a snap at the end of stroke could easily draw blood. That hour lasted three days. That's what it seemed like. The single tail came back again after a while and Master kept using it over and over and didn't appear to be ready to change to something else. The tail landed every five seconds or so. He now included my tits, but not the nipples. I could hear him move around and I could hear the air split as the tip of the whip broke through it. I was subjected to a continuous and constant flow of that flexible leather tip that could probably slice a piece of cheese if used for that purpose. Master concentrated on my thighs next, with a return to my tits about every fifth stroke. The pain was getting radically intense, but it wasn't shooting all over my body. It was localized to where the whip struck. I heard Master move again and that wicked tip began landing on my stomach and was soon working its way down toward my pussy and my clit. It was soon landing on my labia and the very top few inches of the insides of my thighs. Then, finally, it began raining down all over my pussy, back up to my tits, a couple of easy strokes onto my nipples, and then back down to my pussy again. The strokes came faster and faster. And they came harder and harder. Then, the single tail disappeared and the rubber paddle reappeared in its place. With the exception that Master was landing the strokes of the paddle about every three seconds. He concentrated on my pussy and my tits, nipples included, and I received no mercy. The pain grew and grew. My mind was concentrating on the pain. I was actually loving the intense pain more and more. It felt so good. Then paddle was landing with greater impact than before. And then landed harder still again. And it was happening so fast. I just barely got into one impact when the next one was waiting in line. Something landed on my clit. It felt like a finger or thumb. Yes, it was definitely the thumb. It was Master's thumb. My Lord Master was pushing lightly over the top my clit and it's shiny wet little head. Then he was pushing hard on it once again. He did this over and over. And the paddle landed harder and harder. The growing intensity of the pain was beginning to push me into my other space. It was my very special 'other place'. The orgasm began growing between my legs and spread to where the pain had gone. The growing physical pain and the intense sexual arousal were joining together. And then, everything just exploded. I don't remember a thing until I came back to life lying on a blanket on the floor of the garage with Master sitting next to me, stroking my nipples and my pussy lips. And he had that shit eating grin on his face again........ Master decided to pass on the rest of the hour of hanging from the rafters with the garage doors all the way open and turning on the lights once in awhile for about 20 to 30 seconds at a time. He picked me up and carried me to our bed. He brought me a glass of OJ and a ham and cheese sandwich which I ate almost instantly. He had to bring me another sandwich. And that ended one more of my many thousands of adventures with my Lord Master Well folks. That is the end of this first written installment of who I am and what is the most importance aspect of my life. I have truly enjoyed telling all of you the most deeply intimate details about me, many of my most personal secret cravings, and several of my most intensely desired submissive activities and adventures. I hope you have enjoyed reading about them. I will do this again very soon if my Lord Master gives me permission and is willing to do the writing at a pace fast enough to keep up with my talking. Maybe I'll tape it the next time and give him a break. I have so many adventures that I want to tell all of you about in full detail. I'm getting so hot already just thinking about that. My pussy is flowing nonstop juices. I will definitely tell you all about the party that Master is going to have for me as a reward for completing this very first installment and sending it in to be published. He hasn't actually given his approval to send it yet. But he will. Just as he is going to reward me with the best party a submissive slave could possibly dream of. I know he's going to do that too...