Pain Slut!

So I recently posted about Impact Play and the safety behind it. How to play and the places that are safe to hit.

Impact Play was the second kink I was introduced to when I went to my first play party. I had been watching a couple play and for some reason, in my head, I wanted to try it out. The submissive of the couple approached me after their scene and asked if I was curious about anything. We started talking. I asked if it hurt and why she liked it?

She told me that it was the pain she liked and that her Sir would be willing to show me how it was done. I was nervous but my motto is to try anything once and twice if I like it. So, that night I had my first impact play scene and I enjoyed the hell out of it.

For privacy reasons, we will call him B. B was gentle and not pushy. He asked if there was anything off-limits to touch. If he could penetrate me with a toy or his fingers, I said that all those things were okay with me. I wanted the full-blown experience. He warmed my skin up touching me softly at first before starting to spank me with his bare hand. The jolt of pain was subdle nothing too crazy.

We continued with the same intensity for a few minutes and before I knew it B shook me with a swat that made me moan in a way I didn’t know I needed. Quickly replacing his hand with the paddle he had just spanked me with. The spanking continued and his fingers would occasionally brush over my clit or slip between my pussy lips to see just how wet he was making me.

So much is a blur from that scene all I can remember is me sinking into the spanking and feeling my pussy tighten as I got closer and closer to an orgasm. This was the first time any man had ever made me cum and I loved that feeling so much. It was the first time I had been given an orgasm without a man fucking me. I lost my mind. I was addicted.

The aftercare was amazing. He wrapped me in a blanket and brought me to the lounge. He cuddled me and stroked my hair making sure I was comfortable. I was new to all of this and in that moment I felt high. This was what I had been missing. I had been fucking men just to fuck and been with a few women, but this was like none of it. I had got the satisfaction i never had gotten before.

After that, I had been chasing that same high. We ended up being in a dynamic for about six months and he taught me about pain and how I could find new ways to heighten the experience for me. I was forever changed. Knowing I craved the pain. I needed it. Nothing else would make me happier.

After B and I broke up. I kept searching for it and met another Dom who introduced me to my current Sir. And the first time we met he spanked me with my ex’s permission. I remember lying across the pool table at the bar we were at as he lit my ass up. I giggled the entire time because deep down this was the pain I craved. I sat down and my ass tingled and for a few days, I got to reminisce about it.

Now that I and Sir are together and he beats my ass on a regular my head is clear and I get shit done. Pain for me is almost like therapy. Gives me a clean slate and a clear head. The pain slut in me is never satisfied. I sizzle down for a little bit but she always rears her head and beckons me over telling me I just need another little taste of it. The sting makes me shoot to my tiptoes and groan and my head falls back in ecstasy. Sir will grab a handful of my hair and ask if I’m awake. I always giggle and say Yes Sir.