He Owned My Pain, And Mixed It With Pleasure

It was hard feeling unsuccessful. Part of me raged at him, feeling like he was purposefully making it too hard for me to succeed. I am moti­vated by success, and it feels debilitating when it seems like he's pushing me to do things that are imposs­ibly intense.

I wanted to feel like I had pleased him, and that I had done what he had asked me to. His fingers in my cunt were sudden and intense: more pain than pleasure. I was terrified of squirting on the furniture. When he turned on the vibrator it was impossibly intense, and I unconsciously pushed it away.

My mind interpreted the spanking that immediately followed as a punishment. I asked him if it was, but he said "Nah, it's just what I felt like doing." Then he did some pussy slaps that weren't hard, but I still freaked out about them. I was feeling bewildered and unsure of what he wanted, and desperately wanting to please him. He said he felt a bit random. It was not a good dynamic.

It was better when we went to the bedroom because he seemed to settle into what he wanted. He was very clear about the start to the scene: he was going to tickle me while I tried to lie still. It was a good space. He sat on me, which was a natural sort of restraint, and he started slowly and built up the intensity. When my hands came up he put them back into position and continued. It was a fantastic abdominal workout!

As he let me up and began to give me random body slaps I started to get unsettled again. Slapping my upper back is something that I try to avoid at all costs. I said something about being willing to bargain anything against that, and he immediately asked me to choose between five hard back slaps or five hard pussy slaps. It was no contest! But I was still dying not to have those pussy slaps. I hated them. I desperately tried to bargain my way out of having them, but there was no quarter.

Even in the middle of hating it I still cooperated. I still opened my thighs wide. I felt him smack my labia and clit; I felt his fingers impact my flesh, hard and fast, again and again. I cried. I shook with the fear of what level of intensity the next smack might reach, but I still willingly exposed myself to it. We had totally shifted our dynamic for the evening.

I expected that to be the end of the scene, but as we cuddled he became inspired again and we fucked. He owned my pain; he controlled it, mixed it with pleasure, and shook me in both. He rolled my nipples between his fingers to make me even more wanton. He whispered that he was going to be very sadistic, and that he wanted me to fuck him throughout. He sharply pinched my nipples and I kept fucking him. He twisted more cruelly and I was engulfed in intensity and pleasure. I alternated between surfing the pain and focussing on the pleasure.

I love how we work through any difficulties we encounter. What started off feeling difficult and awkward became something amazing and encompassing for us both.

Republished with permission from SapioSlut. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo courtesy of Whipped Ass.]