Getting Off On Pain – From Jessica

How it would begin

I contacted Master H and made the necessary arrangements and payment. He arrived on a Monday evening, a convenient time since my husband is typically out of town every Monday and Tuesday, so we had plenty of time.

Following instructions, I positioned myself in the kitchen, kneeling with a blindfold covering my eyes, wearing nothing else. I left the backdoor unlocked, and soon I heard it creak open.

Recalling my instructions, and whispering softly, I affirmed, “My name is Jessica, and my safeword is Rasputin.”

In a commanding tone, he reminded me, “If you say your safeword again tonight, everything will stop. Do you understand?”

I nodded and said yes, I had already given Master H full instructions about how I wanted to be punished. Well to be honest I just told him what I wanted to experience and what my limits were. I had a feeling I had a high pain tolerance but had never experienced pain during sex or as a way to get off. I had to find out!

Master H adheres strictly to three key rules for all clients:

• Be honest about your desires and expectations for the session and what limits there are.
• Always communicate your chosen safeword before every session.
• There is no sex allowed, ever!

My instructions were straightforward: I wanted him to spank me in the kitchen, then in the lounge, and to see if I could orgasm from pain. He had permission to do whatever he wanted, as long as no permanent marks were left behind.

When he asked about the intensity of the punishments, I deferred to Master H’s judgment. I didn’t want to micromanage; it would have felt too fake and contrived.

So there I was, kneeling on the floor, naked and waiting. He kept me waiting for several tense minutes before his touch finally came. My nipple exploded in pain as he grasped it hard, using it to guide me to my feet, there were no words.

I could sense his gaze fixed upon me as I stood in the pregnant silence. A command sliced through the air, instructing me to part my feet, and I obeyed without hesitation. Then came the first slap, landing squarely on my right breast—firm enough to elicit a gasp from my lips, yet not so forceful as to be overwhelming. Instinctively, I reached to shield my breast, feeling the warmth of the impact ripple through my body, igniting a cascade of sensations.

He resolutely removed my hands, uttering just one word, ‘No.’

The second slap landed on the top of my left breast with a similar force. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Instinctively, I once again covered my now stinging breast, only to instantly regret the decision as Master H must have been prepared. He firmly pulled both my hands behind my back, repeating the word, ‘No,’ in a tone reminiscent of scolding a naughty child. Oh my god, did that turn me on.

A shiver coursed through me as I felt the cold steel of handcuffs firmly securing my hands. I couldn’t help but gasp a little at the unexpected sensation.

Now, I was utterly vulnerable, and the worst scenarios flooded my mind immediately. Would he hurt me, rape me, or worse, kill me? Despite our exchanged IDs and his DBS check, these thoughts permeated my, by now, very aroused brain. If I’m honest, they didn’t make me want to try to use my safeword at all.

As Master H continued his ministrations, each touch sent electric currents through my body, and I surrendered myself to the experience, letting go of any remaining apprehension. The boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred, and with each slap, I delved deeper into the intoxicating world of submission and surrender.

In a whirlwind of sensation, he delivered another series of slaps to my breasts, their impact merging with the intoxicating ache of pleasure that enveloped me. The exquisite blend of pain and ecstasy left me trembling with desire, lost in a realm of unparalleled sensation. When his assault finally ceased, I found myself drenched in arousal, experiencing a level of passion I had never known, not even in my ten years of marriage to a man I deeply loved.

As I floated in the aftermath, it took me a while to register the cessation of his actions. Amidst the haze of ecstasy, the rhythmic clicks of his camera pierced the air, immortalizing each moment. Master H’s exploration continued, his hands lifting and inspecting each breast with a delicate reverence that ignited a symphony of sensations. With each twist of my nipples, a surge of pleasure coursed through me, building to a crescendo with each squeeze. The overwhelming intensity pushed me to the brink, teetering on the edge of oblivion until, with a shudder, I experienced my first orgasm with a man. My body trembled with release as I nearly collapsed to the floor, consumed by the ecstasy of the moment.

The next thing I became aware of was the searing heat and soreness of my breasts pressed against the cool surface of the kitchen counter as he bent me over.

The sensations under Master H’s skilled hands were unlike anything I had ever experienced before, yet by now, I found myself craving them to continue indefinitely.

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