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.