I love abusing a pain slut, especially when they’ve agreed to let me do whatever I want. Step into this fantasy of when I used a young man harder than he thought.

“Please Mistress, no more. I-I-I can’t.” He sounded so weak and pathetic when he begged for me. It made me laugh even harder than I’d already been. With the sounding rod still in my hand I pointed to the precum dribbling from his cock.

“I don’t think your better half agrees! Hahahaha!” I said jovially as I rammed the tip back down his piss hole. It twitched and leaked as I fucked it hard and fast.

“Doesn’t the pain feel exquisite?! Isn’t that what you sought me out for? Surely you don’t want to tap out just as we’re getting started. That would make me so disappointed, and you don’t want to see your Mistress disappointed.”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond though. As soon as I slowed the sounding rod’s pace, I grabbed a rag and shoved it in his mouth. The last thing I needed was him screeching out his safe word before I was done having my fun.

Now that his pitiful mouth was occupied and his body completely secured in shackles and spreader bar, I gave myself a little break to intimidate my pet.

“I think you lied to me, dear. You said you were a masochist…a pain slut. Yet, the moment I inflicted pain, you were ready to throw in the towel. And I’m not having it. Too many of you fuck boys think you’re ready to make your fantasies real and expect to deprive me of my fun,” I said as I walked around his chair in a tight circle.

“You have no idea how much fun we could have had if you’d been a good boy, but a Mistress can only tolerate so much. So you’re going to serve as a metaphorical (and somewhat literal) whipping boy for all of the pathetic losers that came before you.”

With that, I abandoned him to the chair and walked away. I was going to need my special tool kit if I was going to really make him pay. My mind and pussy wanted to hurt him so badly that as I rummaged for my motorized penis vacuum in my closet, my hands kept pulling out terrifying little torture devices to pair it with.

A good Mistress doesn’t need much to torment one stupid little overreaching submissive, though. So, I only chose one toy to rock his world with: an inflatable butt plug.

When he’d sought me out, it had initially been to get a little sounding and a whole lot of impact play, but he’d highly overestimated his pain threshold. I wanted to torment him by giving him something other than that though.

I wanted him to be so lost to the sensations that he couldn’t even tell pain from pleasure when I was done with him. And that’s why I landed on milking him all night long.

Surely he couldn’t object to an orgasm or two or fifty, right?

Grabbing the lube off of a shelf, I approached him with my arms full. The first thing his dumb beady little eyes saw was the butt plug. His face drained of all color and he began trying to spit out the gag.

To Be Continued…

 

More of my story about abusing the pain slut will be coming on Saturday!

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Athena

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