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My life
I am just
40 and now my son has left home we are experiencing a new kind of freedom. My
husband and I have always practiced some form of bondage and sado masochism but now jon has made it fulltime and much more serious. I
have always loved to play and I guess I would be called a pain slut as the pain
is the closest I come to orgasm. However I like humiliation and now more than
ever before Jon is able to bring humiliation into my life.
My body is
not bad for a 40 year old my breasts are lower than before but still firm and
my nipples and aureolae dominate the breast. I have a
nicely bulging tummy which is rounded and smooth, my fanny is perfectly smooth
and between my legs my labia have been stretched over the years. Jon would always hang weights from them and
he took me to piercers and had my inner and outer lips pierced, plus he would
pierce me himself often sewing me shut for a few days. If it was painful to
feel the needle to
feel the thread being ripped from the healing holes was worse by a factor of
ten.
But now I
am his play toy and I can be tortured all day left to suffer or made to wait in
anticipation of pain or humiliation.
Jon loves
to beat me and I am often made to kneel or stand in one position unfettered
whilst he administers correction with a whip, a flogger or a cane. My butt
explodes with pain as some days he uses a very solid paddle on my fleshy globes
or even somedays he beats my breasts with that same
unflinching paddle. He always beats me till I scream and he likes to see genuine
tears as I suffer for him.
He has a
special technique to beating me one that really hurts. I am made to
wear a pair of black knickers which he has made me sew that very cxoarse sandpaper used for car repairs. Also I have a bra
lined in the same way.
When he
beats me wearing these I am in pain straight away and often bleeding. He loves
them and I can see the joy in his face as I suffer for him. The more I suffer
the more he enjoys it often laughing at my screams and my begging. Although it would
appear not so he loves me dearly and I him we both just adore the whole pain
thing.
I am made
to bend over tightening the paper against my butt then he will start, often
with a thick fairly rigid
cane beating into my
fleshy arse.. I suffer whatever he has to give me the whole of my globes
stinging and burning as the grit bites into my flesh.
For a respite he makes me
stand and hands behind my back my breasts suffer the same fate. It is
impossible to tell you the pain a woman can feel in her breasts however I feel
it and my screams turn to begging as Jon lays into my breasts and in particular my proud nipples. I see
through my tear laden eyes his laughter as I beg him to stop. Often I am so
hoarse with screaming I can only beg with my eyes and implore him to stop, but I see his
face lit up with joy as he continues to beat me laughing at the damage he is
inflicting . After the thrashing he makes me wear a clean pair of white panties
and then beats me until the panties turn red. I have to remove them and look to
see if they are well covered or if I have to ask him to beat me more.
Sometimes I
am beaten with the Sandpaper knickers and then we go out to friends. Before we
leave I have to put on punishment pants. Tight knickers lined inside with
coarse horsehair or even some have wire wool. To wear these without having been
thrashed is punishment enough but on my
sore and often bleeding arse and crutch I spend the night in agony trying hard
to look as if Im enjoying the evening. On thbe way home often I am made to strip completely naked –
sitting in the car as we drive through town. This usually leads to me being
forced out of the car sometimes in ‘deserted’ industrial areas or derelict streets or out in the
country. These times are always scary and I know I must look a sight if
anyone did see me. Totally naked and with red and often
bleeding arse and breasts. Of course Jon laughs at my predicament and
makes me perform all kinds of things before allowing me back in the car.
Sometimes I am to run down the street and back or round the block. Sometimes Im blindfolded and told to run until he whistles then turn
and run back. I know he loves to see my
naked flesh bouncing
and watch me run into things. Other times he makes me crawl and I
feel my breasts swaying in the breeze.
Back home
and I am allowed to shower then climb in a`soothing
hot tub. Now I am looked after till the
next time cream
rubbed in me and Im pampered.
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