He Knew I Needed To Hurt

Carter had asked me a few days ago what I liked about pain. I told him it feels like devotion to me- a chance to prove myself. And it also feels good, sometimes, as I get close to coming. And I like that he likes it. Seeing him turned on turns me on a lot.

He asked if I ever use it as a way to sort through things when I'm feeling bad. I said I did, but it wasn't always clearly distinguished or separate from the other things. But it's definitely therapeutic.

I was feeling shitty last night. I had talked to Carter on the phone and was lying in bed feeling lonely and dejected.

I wanted pain.

I closed my eyes and imagined a kind, firm Daddy.

"The pain will make you feel better. You can do it for me. Ok, princess?"

I breathed calmly, brows furrowed. I nodded.

"Good girl."

He ran his hands over my breasts. My skin was speckled with Carter's finger prints. My nipples were sore from his rough treatment last night. Daddy got out the black clamps. They were gentler than the silver ones, but they were still really painful.

I looked up at his eyes. He knew it would hurt more than usual- that my flesh was tender and sore. Unyielding, he slowly released the clamp onto my nipple. I tried to breathe through the pain. Tears wet my eyelashes. He said nothing.

The other clamp bit into me on the other side. The cold metal chain that connected them ran across my skin. My nipples screamed with pain.

"Good girl. You'll feel better soon. You're being so good…" he said, softly. He lifted the chain slowly, pulling my skin upward and then lifting the soft globes of my breasts up from my body. I winced and breathed. No protest.

"I'm going to fill you up, baby, and then make you come. But the pain is important. The pain will make you feel better. You're being brave, sweetheart. I know you can do it."

He pushed a dildo into me. No lube. My lips clung to it, halting its entry. "Open yourself up for me," he commanded. I reached down a hand obediently and spread myself. He pushed in firmly, working the dildo unapologetically into my cunt, filling me till he pressed against my cervix.

I whimpered but lay still. My body was his now.

"Good girl."

He began to work the dildo in and out of my cunt, building speed and wetness. He pressed the hitachi against my clit and pulled at the chain between the clamps.

"That's it, baby."

The pain splashed over me and I became nothingness, being filled and emptied and filled and emptied. My orgasm built fast and strong, rushing like an avalanche down me.

I came as he pressed into me so hard, slamming my cervix and staying there, feeling the contractions of my cunt through the base of the dildo.

He took off the clamps just after I came. My skin screamed with pain and I whimpered, "Ow! Ooh, that hurts!"

He turned off the hitachi and lay his warm hand over my breast, letting the stinging skin relax. For a few minutes he just held his hands over me like that, pressing my flesh back into itself. Finally he slid the slick dildo out of me and put the toys aside.

"Sleep now, honey."

He kissed my forehead and pulled up my blankets around me. I snuggled in, swaddled and protected from the air conditioned air. I inhaled slowly and deeply and let my breath fall out of me. The gentle dark closed around me.

Soon, I was asleep.

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