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He had always had a preference for large breasts. Most of the women that he dated over the years were well endowed. That’s how he liked them, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, sometimes a little bit chubby, sometimes short, sometimes tall, sometimes white, sometimes asian, but always with gigantic boobs. He was so infatuated with bosum, and spent so much time on foreplay, that his partners would have to “remind” him that their vaginas need attention too. His current girlfriend, a short whie girl with a thin waist, thin hips and boobs the size of her head, is a total nympho. She has dildos stashed in her closet, and she uses them when hubby’s away. As soon as she gets home she begs him to fuck her. She’s wired in such a way that she could fuck herself for hours and still crave a cock being stuffed inside her. She likes it in the vag, she likes it in the ass, she likes being tied up, she likes being tossed around, she likes being cut and whipped, she likes being massaged, she likes soft, sensual kisses. She’s a submissive by nature and eager to please. She’s a pain slut and a cuckoldress. Some time ago, she initiated converstaions with her husband about wanting to watch him fuck other women, then she brought one of her friends home and watched as her husband and her friend got their fuck on. She likes being abused, hurt and neglected. She likes being romanced, loved and adored. She likes it all. She is clinically hypersexual and extremely open minded to a wide variety of sexual activity. If its got a name, she’s done it and is probably willing do it again. She’s tried everything, well… just about everything.

These last few months, her husband has been giving her sex less frequently. When she does get it, she’s the one who initiates it and he doesn’t seem to try very hard. He has his mind on something else and it is painfully apparent to her. Due to the lack of cock in her life, she’s been masturbating alot more. And due to the many hours per week he spends alone in his study, she’s been feeling loney and concerned that their relationship is falling apart. She asks if he is fucking another woman. She asks him if he wants to fuck another woman and if it would restore the spark in their love life. She asks if he is becoming gay. She asks if he has erectile dysfunction. He says “no” to all of these questions and she trusts him for his answer. And he is being truthful. The reason for his lack of affection for her is none of these things. He is loyal to his wife, he doesn’t feel the need to fuck other women, he doesn’t want to fuck men and his penis is working just fine.

When he’s left for work, she makes herself coffee and eggs, then watches pornographic videos, reads erotic literature and masturbates with her fingers and various sex toys including all different shapes, sizes and styles of dildos, vibrators and even an automatic sex machine so she can lay back and get fucked while the machine does all the work. She spends hours daily fucking herself, watching porn and reading erotica. Yet, she still has an insatiable urge to be stuffed with her husband’s cock. She writes in her private journal, she writes and publishes erotica to her blog, she videotapes herself masturbating and publishes these videos to her blog, she photographs herself in sexy outfits and publishes these photos to her blog. She doesn’t show her face on any of the videos or photographs, and she doesn’t mention her real name in the description or any of the blog entries. She uploads material daily and 1000’s of horny guys and girls view the content. Her body is what many consider to be a perfect 10. Big natural boobs, soft skin, a tiny waist. She has a seperate blog where she gets serious, voices her concerns for her relationship and seeks advice and support from others. She keeps these blogs completely unlinked to one another. One blog for sexy, fun, positive content. The other for deep, personal concerns. He gets home and she’ll have dinner ready. She’ll ask him to tie her up, she’ll spontaneously suck his cock. But he runs off to his study and closes the door. This has been going on for months now and its taking a toll on their intimacy.

One day, while her husband is away, she decides to sneak into his study. She opens the door cautiously and wanders in. She notices his laptop has been left on and unlocked. She brings up his internet history and porno collection. He’s been watching porn since before they met and throughout their entire relationship, and he’s always been open about it. She’s been watching porn the whole time to, and she’s been open about it with him aswell. What she saw this time, she hadn’t heard about. She finds stories, videos and pictures of women lactating into the mouths of men and other women, women lactating into cups of coffee, bowls of cereal and empty glasses, women squirting their milk onto the camera lense, women being bound and having their nipples connected to breast pumps, men drinking breast milk from glasses, women drinking breast milk from glasses, women being painted like cows and having large septum rings, women being dressed up in cow suits and hooked up to milking machines, women crawling on all fours having their nipples tugged on up and down, women being given exogenous hormones to enhance their milk production capacity. She finds many other themes of porn on his computer but it is predominently lactation and hucow themed material. She stumbles onto a folder named, “Diary.” She has a moment of pre-guilt and hesitation for invading her husband’s privacy, but that only lasts a second then she opens the folder and opens his lastest journal entry. He writes, “my wife is the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met and i wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything. lately, i have lost affection for her. it doesn’t make sense. she has a perfect body. her heavy breasts, her innocent face, her slender hips, her soft skin. She’s more visually appealing than the women in these videos that i watch when i masturbate. i want to make love to her. i want to fuck her and ravish her. we’ve tried just about everything except the one thing we haven’t done, drinking her milk. i feel like we missed out on that because she is barren. had she gotten pregnant, it would have been an easy topic to discuss. in fact, no discussion would have been necessary, i could have just put my mouth on her nipple, sucked the milk out of it and she would find it appealing. i know her well enough to know for certain that she would dig it. but, that’s not going to happen. the only way she can lactate is by taking exogenous hormones. and those hormones would put her health at risk. i simply cannot ask her to do something that would jeporadize her health. i hope this obession of mine is just a phase and that my lactation and hucow desires are subdued. our relationship is being strained, its just not the same now. i have been a terrible husband over the last two months and she deserves better.” She began sobbing, closed the computer and ran into her bed where she cried and cursed her barren uterous for hours. The crying subsided, and the pillow was soaked in tears. Then she gathered her thoughs, and decided she was going to make the best out of this situation. She has a disorder and is unable to get pregnant, so they never had kids, and she never knew what it was like to lactate. She researches lactation and hucow on her own computer and in the process of doing so she stumbles onto a video that arouses her greatly and inspires her to masturbate with her favorite dildo. It all makes sense now, for as long as she has remembered, her husband has been drinking a gallon of whole milk every day.

A veternarian by trade, he has a thourough knowledge of anatomy & physiology, and easy access to pharmecutical grade hormones. He returns home that night, she serves dinner then says, “i was browsing the web and saw something interesting.” He asks, “oh yeah, what’s that?” She continues, “there was a man drinking milk from a woman’s breast.” He immediately reveals what he has been doing over the past two months. She reveals that she had snooped on his computer and saw everything. They have an hours long serious discussion about the potential side effects of the homone injections. At the end of their chat she says, “i’m ready. make me your hucow.”

The next day he places an unusually large order of progesterone, prolactin and growth hormone. He figures he’ll start her on prolactin only and they can go from there. She places an order for milking machines, breast pumps, cow outfits, body paint, a milking table and buckets. That evening, she lies on a table and he prepares the prolactin shot. He says, “are you sure you want to do this?” In a fun, enthusiastic, worry-free tone, she says, “shoot me up doc.” He injects the first dose. Five days later, she is laying tits down on her bed, swinging her legs and reading a sex fantasy about a cuckcake getting pregnant and the cuckquean raising it as her own. She gets up off of the bed to get her dildo and, upon catching a glance of herself in the mirror, she notices a wet spot on her shirt. She pulls her shirt off over her head, smells the wet spot, then takes her 32 F custom fitted bra off and squeezes her nipple. No milk comes out. She beings to squeeze repeatedly to no avail, then she squeezes on more time and is pleasantly surprised when a droplet of milk leaks out. She switches to her right breast(its always been slightly bigger than her left breast), squeezes firmly and is nearly startled when a stream of milk squirts onto the mirror. She grabs a cup from the kitchen, grabs her video camera and begins to record herself filling up a cup with milk. She gets about 3 ounces into the cup then the milk stops flowing no matter how hard she pinches. She connects the breast pump and squeezes out 2 more ounces. She puts a lid on the cup and places it in the refrigerator. Then she uploads the videos to her blog, along with a photo of the filled cup and a photo of the milk she squirted onto the mirror. She grabs a large dildo and fucks herself in the pussy, video recording this and posting it to her blog aswell. The feedback is positive, as usual. Long term subscribers profess their lust for her, worshiping her as a sex god. New viewers reblog her posts and comment on the newly discovered beauty queen. She texts her husband, “i have a special something for you at home ;)” He closes at regular hours and hurries home. When he arrives home, she greets him completely naked, with the cup of milk in her hand. He drinks the milk, then makes passionate love to her like he hasn’t done for a long time. They eat dinner, then head up to the bedroom where he sucks on her nipples and a few more ounces come out. They fuck a second time that night, and she has a mind blowing orgasm. The spark has been restored.

Every day since she’s been producing progressively more milk, and he’s been drinking every drop of it, along with the cow’s milk he buys from the store. But now, he’s tapered he only drinks a gallon and a half of cow’s milk daily. In the back of his mind he wants his wife to lactate an entire gallon every day, so that he can get off cow’s milk completely and get all of his nourishment from her. At day 30 of regular injections, she’s up to producing 16 ounces a day. Her breasts are visibly bigger and her size 32 F cup bras are becoming increasingly tight and uncomfortable. Due to her lactation, she’s been more hungry than usuall, and she’s eating more food to keep up with it. Day 45 comes and she has plateaued at 16 ounces per day. She says to her hubby, “its time to up the dosage.” He says, “i was thinking the same thing. also, i’m going to start you on a special diet to give your body the nutrients it needs to keep up with all the latation.” She enthusiastically inquires about the specifics of nutritional science and he attentively informs her on the subject. He increases her daily injection dosage from 2mg to 4mg, and increases her calories from 1500 to 2000. 15 days later she is producing 24 ounces daily. She says, “lets up the dosage.” He ups her dose to 6mg/day prolactin and adds 50mg/day progesterone. 30 days later her breasts are so large that none of her bras fit, not even the 34 FF she had laying around. She can get the snaps together on the size 34 FF but its so tight that its uncomfortable and a portion of her boobs spill out of the top of the bra. She’s secreting 50 ounces of milk per day now and her husband is drinking every drop. She orders a variety of bras from an online vendor, along with a sewing machine and extra material. She does hours of research on bra making, and continues to order more supplies as she discovers their purpose. The first few bras she makes are utter failures, but with a few days practice she is able to make a bra that’s supportive enough for her to wear. She puts it on and heads to the piercing parlor to get her septum pierced. She is now more infatuated with the hucow lifestyle than her husband. She wears a bell around the house, he fucks her while she is hooked up to the milk machine, she paints her skin with black and white spots, and paints her breasts pink. The size of her bras is equivalent to 36 JJ. Her tits hang down to her belly button when she is in the standing position. They almost touch the floor when she’s on her hands and knees. They fuck passionately multiple times per day. Their relationship is amazing. They are experiencing levels of intimacy they’ve never experienced before. Her blog is getting an unprecedented amount of hits. Her subscribers have more than tripled since she started posting hucow content. That’s how she spends her time now. When her husband is home, they make love, he milks her and they make porn. When her husband is at work, she masturbates, milks herself, watches porn, reads erotica, makes her own porn and writes her own erotica. Her husband doesn’t even watch porn anymore. He is completely satisfied by his hucow wife, and he only needs to drink a half gallon of cow’s milk per day now. A month goes by and she’s plateaued at 50 ounces per day. She tells him she wants a higher dosage, and he warns her that they’re going to be soon pushing the limits of safe hormone levels, and that the safe weight for her breasts has already been exceeded. She doesn’t care. She wants her boobs to be bigger. She wants to be the world’s greatest hucow. She doesn’t just want it, she craves it. She needs the boob growth.

He ups her dose of prolactin to 8mg/day, he ups her progesterone to 100mg/day and he adds 2mg/day of growth hormone. Her caloric needs increase to 3500 calories per day. By now, she is quite the seamstress. Manufacturing her own bras is giving her the best most perfect fitting bras she’s ever had, despite the monumentous size of the objects they are supporting. At 30 days into her new hormone dosages, she’s secreting 80 ounces of breast milk per day and her bras are measuring at size 40 M. She has trouble moving around and she has posture problems, and her husband expresses his concern for this. But she heeds no warning. Her level of horniness are at an all time high, she is addicted to the attention she recieves on her tumblr blog, and she is addicted to the level of affection she recievs from her husband. She is literally willing to sacrifice her health for the hucow lifestyle. Her husband only drinks a quarter gallon of store bought cow milk now and still, in the back of his mind, the goal is to be getting all of his milk from his hucow wife. She’s plateaued again, they discuss the health concerns again, and again she persuades her husband to up the dosage. 10mg/ day prolactin, 150mg/day progesterone, 5mg/day growth hormone, and 4000 calories/day. At this point, her boobs weigh 12 pounds each. They are so big that when she lays on her back, her nipples touch the floor. 2 months go by and she’s plateaued out at secreting 110 ounces of breast milk per day. He husband is totally content with this amount and no longer drinks any cow’s milk. But she’s determined to break the gallon per day barrier. After a whole month of him refusing to up her dosage, he finally decides that she is ready to take things to the next level of an already extreme situation. He begins giving her 12.5mg/day prolactin, 200mg/day progesterone, 10mg/day growth hormone and 5000 calories per day. 15 days later, her boobs weigh 15 pounds each, she is producing 128 ounces of milk per day, and she is involuntarily squirting milk out of her nipples throughout the day. When she’s awake, when she sleeps, when she masturbates, when her husband fucks her. Her bras get soaked and she has to change them multiple times per day. She wakes up every morning and her bra is soaked in breast milk. She cannot help it, she leaks. And she has to milk herself 5 times per day, or she becomes engorged and in pain. Her husband developed a plan to drain her entire milk supply at night, then refrigerate it over night, then he’ll have it at work with him the next day, in a gallon jug. They attempt to milk her dry at night but only manage to get half a gallon per night, and she has to milk the other half gallon from herself during the day time. He brainstorms for solutions and eventually decides to inject her with a large dose of oxytocin prior to her night time milking, and to forbid her from milking herself throughout the day, even if she becomes engorged, and no matter how bad it hurts. He asks, “are you going to be able to do this or do i need to lock away the milking supplies?” She says, “no matter how bad it hurts. we’re gonna make this work.” He injects her with oxytocin that night, then hooks her up to the pumps and harvests 96 ounces of milk. Not the whole gallon like they wanted but better than yesturday. He says, “no matter what, we milk only once per day. when i’m at work tomorrow, you are going to become engorgedand it is going to hurt. i need you to be strong and resist the temptation to milk yourself.” She says, “i will embrace the pain. i will do this for us.” He says, “you will get release first thing when i get home.” They refrigerate the milk, then go to bed.

The morning comes, she wakes up with a dry bra. He kisses her softly and says, “be strong.” then he injects her with her daily dosage of prolactin, progesterone and growh hormone, grabs the milk from the fridge and heads to work. She changes into a progressively larger bra every 3-4 hours. When she gets out of bed, her tits fit nicely into a size 36 J bra, and by evening, the size that fits is 42 T. She writes in her blog, “my breasts are sore and tender to the touch. i need my husband. i need him to come home and milk me.” She makes and uploads a video of herself poking her own boobs with her finger and reacting in pain. She writes in the blog, “i’m not allowed to milk myself.” She uploads pictures of her tits in the morning, and takes another picture every hour to show the size difference. She uploads pictures and calorie counts for each of her meals, writing, “i eat more calories than my husband.” Subscribers and commentors are perplexed by the fact that she is eating 5000 calories per day and maintains an abdominal section with less than a two inch pinch of belly fat. She gets on her knees and lets the fucking machine do its job, thrusting a dildo back and forth inside her vagina. She videotapes and uploads this with the caption, “trying to fuck the pain away.” By the time her husband gets home, she is in too much pain to even get a wide on. She rushes to meet him at the door. She exclaims, “baby, i missed you. my boobs hurt so bad.” He sweeps her off her feet and carries her upstairs to the milk machine, attaches the pumps to her breats, injects the oxytocin. As she’s on all fours being pumped, he gets down on his knees and licks her vag, when she’s opened up and wet, he stands up and begins to fuck her. The milking process takes an hour and he fucks her the entire time. They video record this and she posts it to her blog. When her tits run dry, they are glad to see an entire gallon in the bucket. They refrigerate the milk then cuddle up. Her love for him is stronger than its ever been. The oxytocin has boosted her affection for and attachment to a man whom she was already affectionate for and attached to. And his appreciation for her is higher than its ever been. So too is his lust for her. The next day comes and goes. He drinks the milk at work, while she fucks herself, changes bras every few hours, consumes a massive quantiy of food, misses her husband and blogs about it all. He arrives home and carries her to the bedroom, shackles her to the milking stable. But this time, instead of immediately milking her, he pokes the side of her tit with his finger and asks, “does it hurt?” She says, “mhmm.” He does it again. She is a total painslut who loves being abused. But, she also finds extreme pleasure in the milking process, especially when her hubby fucks her the entire time and especially with the boost of oxytocin. She loves being bound and tormented, she loves begging to be milked and she loves being milked. She says, “ouch, baby” in her sexy, playfully hurt voice. He asks, “do you like it when i hurt you?” She says, “mhmm.” He says, “i want to see you squirm. i know you love it.” He squeezes her boob hard with both hands and she quietly cries out in pain. She says, “hurt me, baby. have your way with me.” He pulls his cock out and sticks it in her mouth. She sucks him off, he cums in her mouth. She swallows his cum and says, “please milk me.” After 20 minutes of her begging to be milked, he injects the oxytocin, turns on the pumps, warms up her vag with a few minutes of oral sex then fucks her hard for the duration of the milking. She has multiple mind blowing orgasms. When they’re done, she cuddles with him so tight and so close and says, “don’t ever leave me. i need your cock. i need your milking. i need you to dominate me.” They have done BDSM stuff before, so this is nothing new to them. It was a big part of their relationship for 4 years and it helped their love for each other grow. Now, they’re doing it with a new twist. He’s her dommy and her farmer. She’s his painslut hucow.

The next morning, he instructs her to not masturbate all day. She writes in her blog, “last night was amazing. hubby did things to me we haven’t done in over a decade. our recent experience has reminded me of how much i used to love being a painslut. i hope he takes it even further today. i can’t wait for him to tie me up and hurt me, then milk me dry and fuck my brains out. its the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. i couldn’t ask for anything more. i am a lucky woman. and sorry viewers but i will not be uploading masturbation videos today. his cock is all i need and it cannot possibly come soon enough. don’t worry, i’ll post the video of tonight’s bondage/milking/fucking session before i go to bed. xoxoxo”

It’s gone pass the point of just wanting pain, I now NEED pain! The thought of being choked while having my pussy slapped with my hands tied to the point of pain has me dripping wet with the slightest thought

I managed to wake up before The Super Sadist on Sunday. I laid there for a little while, trying to decide if it was late enough to try to wake him up with a blow job. I determined that it was, in large part because I didn’t feel like waiting any longer to get my mouth on him again. I pulled down the blanket and was just starting take him into my mouth when he pushed at me and rolled away from me onto his side. I giggled a little at his sleep-rejection and considered trying again. I decided not to, because, although I knew he had very enthusiastically consented to getting a blow job to wake up, I’m still not comfortable pushing that on someone who is actively rejecting it.

I tried to go back to sleep, but he was being a huge bed hog. Which, obviously, is his right as a man. I was lucky he allowed me to sleep in the bed, considering sleeping on the floor would be perfectly fitting for a little bitch like me. Eventually, I went to the couch and half-slept there for a little while until he woke up and came out. I told him what had happened, with him rejecting the oral sex alarm clock, and his reaction was basically, “Damnit!” Looking back, I feel bad that I didn’t immediately drop to my knees and suck him off then and there. We had breakfast and talked about what we were going to do that day. The Super Sadist described our plans by saying, “I was thinking I’ll beat you and then we go get vegan food.” Seriously, y'all, I get used by the best men.

Before the beating began, we talked for a little. At some point, I admitted in an embarrassed voice to liking something I feel like I shouldn’t like. I think it might have been that I enjoy when he calls me dumb. He responded, “I know.” He says those words with this tone…I can’t explain it very well. It’s a combination of understanding, condescension, and amusement. I love it. It makes me feel like he gets where I’m coming from, and, at the same time, it makes me feel exposed and vulnerable, knowing that he can read me so well. All of me is open to him, available for his use, even my inner thoughts and reactions. And of course, when I told him I like it when he says that, he looked at me and said, “I know.”

We finished talking, and The Super Sadist cleared space so we could settle in for a long beating session. He had me hands and knees on the floor, ass in the air. I closed my eyes and listened to him move around, trembling slightly in anticipation. He started beating me, warming me up at first, and then hitting me harder. He struck at my ass and thighs. He beat my shoulders. Hands and fists and feet, elbows and knees. Implements. A dowel, a metal rod, a broken off mop handle. A riding crop. His belt. Whipping me with rope. Next, I bent over the couch and he continued the pounding, focusing on my ass and thighs. As he started punching them, I started to moan. There were a couple times his fist hit the back of my upper thighs, I almost felt like I could have cum. Hands are my favorite things to get beaten with. It’s personal and intimate and degrading and insulting. I love it.

When he was finished (for the moment) with my ass and the backs of my thighs, The Super Sadist told me to turn around so he could start in on my tits. Before he began, I said to him, “You know how I don’t normally lube much?” He said yes, and I told him he should feel my cunt, that I really enjoy having someone hurt me, feel how wet I am, and then make fun of me for it. Most of the time, even when I’m very turned on, I don’t get very wet. This time, however, when he put his hand between my legs, he could feel my sopping wet cunt. I think he was prepared to make a mean or teasing remark about how wet I was for my benefit, since I’d said I enjoyed it, but instead he said, “This is actually pretty ridiculous.” I blushed and looked down.

Before I recovered from being identified as a painslut, he started hitting my tits. He slapped them, punched them, smacked them. I tried to keep my hands behind my back and give him the access that is his right. At one point, it got to be so much that I leaned into him and pressed myself against him, hoping to escape the beating. Instead, I got even harder punches in the tits, and a couple times in the ribs. I thoroughly deserved those. I shouldn’t have moved. Eventually, though, I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him and shaking, and begged him for a break, to stop. He didn’t have to agree, but he kindly did.

I had some water and watched him prop a window open and light a cigarette. Before this point, he had been smoking outside, like he always does. This change let me know I was in for a treat. We’d talked about me serving as an ashtray for him, which is a bit of play I’ve wanted to try for a while now. He had me kneel before him, mouth open, as he started smoking his cigarette. When he was ready to tap the ash into my mouth, I stayed as still as possible and closed my eyes, afraid of being burned. I felt the heat of the cigarette near my mouth, then tasted and felt the ash fall onto my tongue. He smoked the whole cigarette using me as his ashtray. He paused to take a few pictures, each one meaning the lit cigarette was near my mouth longer. He finally finished, but waited a little while before giving me permission to go spit it out and wash out my mouth, extending the experience. Finally, he let me rinse out and start to get ready for my next use.

derangedbabydoll:

I think what some people don’t realise is that I’d rather be hurt than fucked. Fuck with my mind, torture me and make me into your compliant little doll covered in bruises, spit and blood. Fucking is just an extra.

A girl after my own heart.

It’s also great when the fucking hurts, too. The feeling of being stretched too wide or having their cock slam hard into your too small cunt.

And sometimes they’re nice enough to use their hands on you to hurt you while they’re using your holes. Mmph.

Part 1

I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted to post these next two parts, since there are feelings about things some of my friends did, and at least one of them read my tumblr. But I decided to share them anyway. Not to make anyone feel bad, especially since I’m not upset or mad or hurt or deeply wounded, but because I like how open I can be on here. No one did anything wrong. These were just my initial visceral reactions to things that happened.

A little while after I’d gotten those lovely compliments, I saw Anderson Cooper and Reaction Junkie standing with Radical Girl. I went over and Reaction Junkie was giving head scratches to Radical Girl. He told me he was petting the puppy and said, “Look at the puppy!” I had a negative reaction (a combination of jealousy, sadness, hurt, and envy) to that, and, honestly, picturing this part of the night still makes me feel kind of shitty. I think I had that response partially because hey, I’m his puppy, partially because I feel like I haven’t been getting to be in any sort of headspaces much lately, partially because I haven’t been playing with pretty much anyone besides Reaction Junkie recently, and partially because I wanted to be doing something like that with her.

Anderson Cooper asked if he could join Reaction Junkie in petting her, and I saw that, because of the way we were standing, if he did so, I would be literally out of the circle, with his arm in front of me, physically excluding me. She said he could. Reaction Junkie tried to pet me at the same time, and asked Radical Girl if she wanted triple scratches. I felt uncomfortable because of my reactions, and because I didn’t want to pet her as much as I wanted to want to (I think that was at least somewhat because I’d had that initial negative response, and was trying to deal with it), and because of the unintended physical exclusion.

I hesitated a moment, and if I’d had more mental energy, or if I hadn’t used up a lot of my “dealing with people” energy, I might have gone for it and had fun. I was right on the cusp of being able to do that, and I really wish I had been able to go for it. But my emotional and social reserves were depleted, so instead I smiled and bounced and said, “I’m gonna go check my phone!” I didn’t want my feelings to be noticed, since I could have just dealt with them on my own. I wasn’t sure if Anderson Cooper or Radical Girl had noticed (I found out later that she had been able to tell that something was up), but of course Reaction Junkie did.

He followed me to the couch where I was checking my phone. I was embarrassed and frustrated by the feelings I’d had and the actions I’d taken in reaction to the situation. I told Reaction Junkie I was tired, and he asked if I wanted to go. I said I did, but then changed my mind. We decided to go upstairs and have him beat me. He asked if we should invite Radical Girl to watch, and I happily said yes. We invited her and Anderson Cooper. Her eyes got big and she looked at me. I grinned and said she should come watch, so the four of us headed upstairs. At first, while Reaction Junkie was tying me, we all chatted. Then the beating began.

It began with me face up in Reaction Junkie’s lap. He started hitting the fronts and sides of my thighs, alternating between smacks and punches. Then he did a long set of slaps. It was very stingy, which I usually hate. This time, however, as the initial bite faded, the afterburn felt amazing. He continued hitting me with his hands for a while. I savored the thuddy and stingy pain for their different effects. I knew that Radical Girl was watching, and that knowledge encouraged me to take more. It changed the experience, making more fun and more intense, which resulted in me groaning and moaning even more than usual.

I felt Reaction Junkie reach for something, and I could tell he was going to switch from his hands to an impact tool. I threw myself under the bus and said that I had my mean paddle in my purse. We sent Anderson Cooper downstairs to grab my bag. While we were waiting, I looked over at Radical Girl and was delighted to see that she had that big-eyed kid in a candy store look again. Anderson Cooper returned, bag in hand, and gave it to Reaction Junkie. As he did, he said, “I’m helping,” with one of his evil little assistant sadist grins on his face.

Reaction Junkie started in on me again, this time using the paddle. He brought it down on the front and sides of my thighs, hitting me over and over. I was starting to get done with that part of my body, so I told him, “I have a whole other side.” Reaction Junkie smiled at me and flipped me over so I was face down over his lap. He started hitting me again with the paddle and with his fists. I moaned and savored the mix of pain and pleasure. I grabbed a piece of his shirt in my mouth and bit down on it as the blows kept coming. The feeling of the impacts on my sensitized skin made me gasp. Reaction Junkie noticed and asked me, “Have you had enough?” Of course I responded, “No.”

Reaction Junkie had me stand up and bend over the couch. He started kneeing me in the ass and backs of my thighs, then added in some punching and slapping. All of a sudden, I felt a really hard paddle strike on my left ass cheek. Through the pain-buzzed headspace I was in, I heard talking. There was another paddle hit, this time on the right. I made out Reaction Junkie saying, “You can hit her as hard as you can.” He was letting someone else hit me.

I asked who it was and Reaction Junkie teasingly replied, “Don’t worry about it.” I thought it might be Radical Girl, and I knew it wouldn’t be anyone I wasn’t comfortable with, but I wanted to know. I picked up my head and repeated my question. Reaction Junkie could tell that I actually wanted to know, so he told me it was Radical Girl. “That’s okay, then!” I said happily before putting my head back down.

Radical Girl seemed timid about going full force at first, so I turned my head and told her, “You can hit me as hard as you can!” And boy, did she. It hurt so good, the hot, stingy pain radiating from where she’d struck me. I took a breath and said, “Okay,” before leaning forward, grabbing the paddle. I thought I was done. Then Reaction Junkie stopped me and took the paddle from me. He wanted to hit me as hard as he could, to show it off. His first couple of blows glanced off, although they still hurt. Then he changed sides and angles and brought the paddle down on my ass with a loud and painful *SMACK*

He came over and we got Chipotle and then made out and then he hurt me and finger fucked me and I made all kinds of noises, from pain, pleasure, and a mix of the two.

He’s really into reactions and giving and he’s super good at reading my responses and changing his actions in turn. And he was clearly very very into the things we were doing and the way my body responded and the sounds I made. 

He has an approach to kink that is more sexual than pretty much anyone else I’m currently seeing. His ragged breathing and pain-hardened cock as he hurt me, fucking my cunt hard with his fingers pumping in and out, and then biting me in just the right way and just hard enough to mix in with the feel of his fingers deep inside me. I lovelovelove the things I have going on with the other people I’m seeing, of course, but I’ve been missing this particular flavor of play.

And now I”m for bed. I’m exhausted after all the pain and whimpering and moaning and squeaking and yelping and pleasure and everything.

I can fit more

Nip slip