I am not your typical teenage runaway. Here is my story
PAIN SLUT
Chapter 1 - I was not your typical run-away teen age girl.
This is the beginning of my story of how I became a pain slut. It started when I was 14 years old. This was when my stepfather first began to rape me. He allowed his brother to have me too. A typical Saturday night would have him and his brother grabbing me and then stripping me naked. They would often tie me up and secure me over a piece of furniture and play with my tits and cunt. They loved to put spring-loaded clothes pins on my nipples and cunt lips. It hurt like hell when they used them, but eventually I learned to accept and savor the pain from the pins. Another thing my stepfather liked doing on rare occasions was to fist my cunt. He would lube up his hand and slowly force it into my young pussy. It took several minutes for my muscles to relax enough to fit in his hand, but I knew I had to allow it, or he would force it in and damage me. I also began enjoying this pain too.
He and his brother would take turns fucking me in my cunt, then pull out and cum on my face. They delighted in making me wear a cum mask to bed as punishment for being their victim. They laughed at me for being so weak as to allow them to have their way with me repeatedly. For some odd reason, I began to look forward to Saturdays when I knew they would abuse my poor body. I started to crave their attention because it led to their infliction of pain and degradation. I loved the infliction. I hated the Inflictors. My stepfather assumed he had turned me into a psychological mess with all this abuse, but all he had done was create a sexual deviant. A murderous one, at that.
Chapter 2 – Escape
It was another Saturday when all this ended. His brother had gone home for the night and my stepfather had untied me and told me to go to bed. I had decided weeks earlier that, to get out of this situation, I had to rid myself of my tormentor. I crawled into bed and waited until I thought he was asleep, then I took my revenge. He slept alone. My mother had left our home years ago, not being able to tolerate his abuse of her and of me, so it was only him in the bed. I slipped into his room and heard him snoring loudly. That was my signal.
I carried a heavy carving knife I had stolen from the kitchen and approached the bed. My heart was racing as I carefully pulled back the covers from his body. He was sleeping on his back, naked, of course, which I had hoped for. I reached down to his crotch and found his flaccid penis. I grabbed it with one hand and stretched it out. Then, just as he began to awaken from his sleep, I sliced his offending cock off at the root. He screamed a horrid sound as I jerked up the dismembered penis and held it to his face. The look of horror in his expression was the payoff I needed from the years of abuse. He did not really know what had just happened, except for the excruciating pain in his loins.
I tossed his bloody penis at his shocked face and asked him if he liked that. He did not have time to answer before I plunged the knife into his chest. I watched him scream in agony, and heard his lungs fill with blood, after I pulled the knife from his chest. I took the knife, and calmly went to the kitchen to wash off all the blood and flesh attached to it. I put the weapon back into the kitchen drawer. I did not want any hard evidence to tie me to his murder.
I ransacked the house, and my bedroom, to look like intruders had murdered him and stolen me. I took the things I needed and left the house, never to return. The newspapers said it was an unsolved murder and kidnapping. His brother never made a police report with the suspicions of me as the murderer, and from what I could tell the case was not actively being worked on by officials. I got off Scott-free for the mutilation and killing of a sexual predator. But that did not end my story. That was only the beginning.
Chapter 3 – starting a new life
I had stolen all the available cash from the house before I left that night, and I took anything of value that I could carry off and sell. I found a place to live and started my life, but it was not that simple. Now, for some perplexing reason, I was haunted by the craving for sexual abuse and pain that each Saturday night brought me.
I rented a room in a cheap boarding house, then began my quest to find someone to give me the pain and pleasure I had learned to desire. One of my internet searches put me in touch with someone who claimed he was a Dominant, looking for a Submissive. He described what he wanted, and I knew he was what I needed. I contacted him and we arranged to meet.
The Dom was surprised as he opened his door, that I was so young. He told me later that most Submissives were a bit older and had come out of abusive marriages. I had never been married, but probably been subjected to much more humiliation and pain than most of the women he had dealt with in the past. I figured I would try him out.
He invited me in and began his interview. “Why are you here?”, he asked in a perplexed tone. “I am looking for a new Dom. Mine has moved on and could not take me with him”, I explained. I did not go into any further detail, but I was laughing silently. This Dom thought he had scored a great find, having me show up at his door, and he went on to explain what he expected. “You will be my sex slave. When you are here you will have no identity of your own. You will be ready to please me sexually any way I want you. You will be physically and sexually abused, and I will be in complete control of you. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir”. I said, as I bowed my head, smiling.
We continued to talk, and he learned that I was accustomed to this lifestyle. He just didn’t know to what level of pain and abuse I had been subjected to. I told him I really wanted to be his sex slave. He smiled and told me to strip. I stood up and removed my shoes, pants and shirt. Then I looked at him and asked if I should go on. He said, “Of course. You will stay naked when you are in my presence”. I slipped off my panties and bra and pivoted around for his approval. “Nice body! I will enjoy using it”.
He took me to his private room where his special equipment was located. He had a wooden rack set up with ropes to tie his slave to. My pussy got wet when I touched the apparatus. I could hardly wait to be bound and helpless. Today, after all, was a Saturday.
My new Dom asked me politely if I was ready to get started. I lowered my eyes, and meekly said “of course, Sir, I am yours to use”. He had me step into the contraption and tied my ankles to the wooden form. They were spread apart, as I expected. I presumed he would want full access to my cunt. He then secured my wrists to the crosspiece, which left my arms spread open and helpless. I controlled my breathing as I watched the expression on his face change from a cordial person to something evil. I had seen this transformation with my stepfather and knew my new Dom was now in his abusive role.
He began by calmly caressing my breasts, which were swollen and tingly. My nipples were rock-hard in anticipation of his attention. He tweaked them to get a squeal from me to see how tender my skin was. He seemed pleased at my response. He stated, matter-of-factly, that it did not look like my nipples had ever been pierced, which I acknowledged. He said, “I will change that”, and he wheeled out a medical cart that had a ***********ion of needles on it. I panicked briefly, not knowing what kind of pain this would cause, but my pussy began dripping with the thought.
He secured my left nipple with a clamp and added one to the right nipple too. He then took twine and tied both clamps to an overhead bar and pulled both strips of twine up tightly, stretching my nipples to their full extent. I was delirious with pleasure as the clamps bit into my tender nipples. The pain was exquisite. He then chose a large needle and teased me with it, by dragging it across my breast. He told me to watch him as he inserted the needle crossways through the base of my nipple, just below the clamp. I screamed out fitfully as the metal pierced my tender flesh.
He allowed me to get accustomed to the pain, then did the same to my other nipple. I was in sweet agony. He wrapped the needles with twine on each side of my nipples and tied them to the same bar. He then pulled the twine taunt. Now my nipples were stretched by the needles and not the clamps. He removed the clamps and let me hang there. “How does that feel, Slave?” he asked with a smirk. I could hardly form words, so I just said, “thank you, Sir”. I could not believe the tissue of my nipples was strong enough for the needles not to rip out of me, but this Dom was experienced in where to insert them. I could not move due to the pain. But something in me still wanted more.
He then used the clamps on my cunt lips. I was completely shaved, so he could see exactly where he wanted to clamp me next. He pulled one of my labias up and rapidly clamped it. He tied it to another section of twine and stretched it out sideways, then tied off the twine to a strap holding down my thigh. He did the same to my labia on the other side, and my vagina was fully opened for him. He looked at his tray and picked out a large, sharp hook. He showed it to me, and I immediately begged him not to use it on me. He laughed but did not hesitate as he skewered my stretched-out labia with the hook. It felt like a lightning bolt had passed through my body. The pain was more intense than anything I had previously endured. My cunt was gushing fluid, and I had an unexpected orgasm from the agony.
My Dom was very pleased. “Well, now….it seems you are a legitimate pain slut, after all! I had my doubts when you first told me you were, but now I know”. He pulled my second labia up and used another hook to pierce the tender flesh of it to match the first. I was writhing around, fighting my bindings as he inflicted this second assault on my cunt. I did not know if I would be able to stand this level of pain, but again, I calmed down and learned to accept it.
He finished tying the second labia hook to twine and flared both of my cunt lips wide open. I could feel the cool air of the torture room reach my inner pussy as I was stretched apart. He stood back and admired his work as my gaping cunt lay open for view. He allowed me more time to get used to this new situation. My cunt continuously oozed orgasmic juices as my body became accustomed to these new metal intrusions. I was now a confirmed pain slut and loved learning this about myself.
With my labias both pulled open, it left my clit fully exposed. He bent forward and licked it to give me some momentary pleasure. My clit was pulsing and swollen from the attention, and I shoved my crotch forward, desperate to meet his tongue. He pulled back and laughed, denying me another orgasm. Then he grabbed my clit between his fingers and gave it a hard squeeze. I yelled out in pain and collapsed back down on the rack.
My Dom took a break. He had been intensely scrutinizing my reactions to each step of this torture, and wanted time to gather his thoughts, apparently. I was drifting in and out of consciousness by this time and was not fully aware of what he was doing. He sat back and admired his work as he contemplated the next phase of my treatment. I was completely immobilized, both by the straps on my ankles and wrists, but by the pain from being stretched out by the needles and twine. I could barely breath since any movement would shoot daggers of pain from my piercings. My mind did not know how to process this situation that I had voluntarily put myself in. I was in a brain fog about my condition and did not know why I had agreed to be his Sub.
After quite a while, my Dom told me I had done well. He began to relax the twine on my nipples and said that now he was going to replace the needles with proper nipple rings. He inserted lovely silver nipple rings where the needle holes were. This body jewelry dangled underneath the tips of my nipples. He did the same to the labia hooks. He removed the hooks and replaced them with large, silver rings that were about an inch in diameter. I could feel the cold metal rings clink together as I dismounted from the apparatus. It was a new and exhilarating feeling to be pierced. My Saturday session was complete. I got dressed and kissed my Dom good night. We made a date for next Saturday for more activity. He seemed satisfied, even though he received no sexual attention from me. We would change that next week, I presumed.
Chapter 4 - The next week
The following Saturday evening I arrived at my Dom’s house promptly at the appointed time. Before he let me inside, however, he told me to strip and hand him my clothes. I was standing at his front door, in a neighborhood and was shocked to know he expected me to be naked before I stepped in through this door. He seemed not concerned about any neighbor’s prying eyes, so I did as he instructed. Next time I will know to wear fewer items to speed up my disrobing.
We went inside and he offered me a glass of wine as we discussed our week’s activities. Since I was still unemployed, I had nothing to talk about. He rambled on about his work and problems, but it seemed incongruous to what we were about to do. I guess he needed a transition between the real world and our new relationship.
I told him that I hoped he would allow me to pleasure him tonight. He thought that was a nice idea and promised me that opportunity. He put his wine glass down, dropped his trousers and kicked them off. Then he pointed to his dick and told me to suck him off. I kneeled in front of him and made it my mission to give him the best blowjob I could manage. I took his hardening member into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. I could feel the heat rise in it as I brought it to full extension. What a beautiful cock he had. The velvety head fit perfectly in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around it. I pulled it out and ran my tongue the length of the shaft until I reached his balls. I rubbed my face in his sack as I stroked his cock.
I told him to lean back in the chair and lift his thighs. I pushed his ass cheeks apart and began probing his ass hole with my tongue. He gasped and let out a groan as my tongue penetrated his anal opening. I lapped up his tangy flavors. I would alternate between probing his hole and sucking his cock, hoping to build up to a lovely finish for him. I did not have to wait long as his release was imminent. He told me he was about to cum so I pulled off and stroked his shaft with it aimed directly at my face. I grunted for him to cum on his slut. He did. He ejaculated several large ropes of cum between my eyes as I coaxed him along. I felt his jizz dripping from my cheeks and chin as I took his penis in my mouth to capture the final drops. I held him in my mouth until he began to soften. I looked up in his eyes and could see a softer look on his face than I had previously noted.
We both collapsed after my effort was complete. He was panting heavily and said that was the best blowjob he’d ever had. He said I was incredible. My cunt began to tingle at his words. I got up and wiped my face. I poured more wine for us but was quite anxious to get to the session in the playroom. After we finished our wine, he said, “OK, let’s get started with your treatment”. I was more eager than I thought I could be after the pain I endured last weekend. But I was also excited to see what boundaries I might cross with tonight’s session.
He had me bound, ankles and wrists, just like last week. Of course, this time, I was wearing metal rings in my nipples, and both labias. I could only imagine what he would do with them already in place and ready to be used. After I was strapped in and immobile, he pulled on each of my nipple rings. He wiggled them and told me the rings were lovely and I should be proud of them. I told him I had stopped wearing a bra so that they would be obvious to anyone who saw me. He liked that idea and stretched them out to an impossible length. I was not prepared for this level of pain so abruptly and nearly passed out.
My Dom attached chains to my nipple rings and pulled them taunt, stretching them out to the full length that I thought they could go without tearing flesh. He hooked the chains to the bar above me. He admired my ability to take this pain. He then pulled a riding crop from a shelf and popped it on my breasts. It stung and left a red welt on me in every spot that it landed. He repeated the popping, and I was dizzy from the light pain. The crop stung just enough to force my breasts to buzz with sensations. I could not pull away to avoid the crop hitting me without causing more pain from the nipple rings. My skin was almost beet red from where the leather crop was striking me. He could tell I was about to cum, so he abruptly stopped. He could sense my orgasm and did not want me to cum so soon or so easily. I would have to work at receiving more pain before I could have an orgasm, he explained.
He moved down to my crotch to secure my labias to the thigh restraints, like last weekend. My cunt lips were pulled apart and I felt exposed and violated from the ease at which he was able to spread me. I loved this violation. He pulled out his leather riding crop and popped my clit with it. I was not expecting it and the pain shot thru my loins like I had been electrocuted. I cursed loudly as my body reacted to the sudden pain. He smiled. And popped me again. Over and over, until I was screaming for him to stop. I was struggling against my bindings trying to find a way to get away from his torturing attention. But I could not move much for fear of ripping my nipple rings out. I finally had a massive orgasm from the onslaught, then I begged him to stop. He finally did, then slowly rubbed my gushing cunt juices all over my clit. My vagina betrayed me by flooding my cooch with orgasmic fluid. I was exhausted from the struggle, the pain, and the pleasure. I fell asleep in my bindings.
I did not wake up until the next morning, still naked, but in a soft luxurious bed. My lady parts all still tingled from the effects of being flogged with the riding crop. It is now one of my favorite toys. I heard my Dom in the kitchen, so I wandered in there, not knowing if I was even welcome in the private places of his home, but when he saw me, his face just beamed. “Good morning, Slave!” I smiled directly back at him. “Did you sleep well after our session?” “Yes, sir”, I admitted. We had coffee, and then I found my clothes and went home, since it was Sunday.