I love the way he hurts me. by Jack.

Love doesn’t have to hurt but it sure is nice when it (consensually) does.

For the past week, my nipples have burned and throbbed each time my scrubs, the bed sheets, or anything else rubbed them.  Hell, they would burn and throb even if nothing at all was touching them. The rest of my body vibrates as I still mentally see my master’s smile, his dreamy eyes filled with pride and excitement, the feel of taking his pain, the denial of many things, and still the feel of his body pressing against mine.  That night he said he was going to push past my limits and I knew he would deliver on his promise. I just had no idea that we would push past those limits quite so easily. We’re on the same mental wavelength, and I trust him with every part of me, as I know he likes to take excellent care of his property. 

Last weekend my Master needed to give me his pain, and I needed it. Hell, I craved it. He instructed me to go upstairs and pick out three implements which is nothing unusual. I chose the leather paddle, the metal paddle, and the spiked paddle…I think. To be honest, the intensity of some of our time together (whether or not kink is involved) causes my brain to not retain some of those smaller details. I find that to be an interesting phenomenon.

So I did as instructed and waited upstairs on all fours. After a short time I heard my Master come up the stairs, causing my already straining titanium dick to pulse with each heartbeat. I heard the lock on the door to the gear room open and the rattling of chains and other gear as he was looking for something. Finally he entered the room with the posture collar, a few locks, a front locking gag, spreader bar, and a thick braided cable. He motioned for me to get on the bed. As I did, he locked the collar around my neck and the gag in my mouth. The spreader bar was locked to the cuffs already locked around my ankles. The cuffs around my wrists were locked together behind my back. I was essentially helpless. I was under complete control of my Master. My mind relaxed. My titanium strained. My body vibrated, and I thought, “Fuck, I didn’t know it was even possible to love my Master more.”

He inspected my body. Noted the results of the training he has me doing and looked for any hair I may have missed when keeping my body hair shaved. He held me and told me how he was going to hurt me tonight, and he promised he would push me past my limits. He asked, “Are you sure you can handle this slave? It will be more than you have had before.”

I mumbled through the gag, “Yes Master. I love to take your pain.” Of course it was muffled, so I nodded yes as I relaxed all of my body weight against my masters chest as a sign of acceptance. He warmed up with a series of paddling my ass, switching implements from time to time. I could feel the red heat radiating from my skin. It hurt, it felt amazing, I squeezed the gag tighter between my teeth, and I became closer to my Master as I take his pain and his pleasure making it my pain and my pleasure. As I begin to feel my skin turning white hot, the paddling stops. I feel a bit of relief and enjoy the momentary pause. He whispers “We’re nowhere near done yet, slave” in my left ear. The warmth of his closeness and the sound of his voice makes me crave him even more. I was beginning to think I couldn’t take much more, but that was all it took to make me certain that I could take ALL of his pain in that moment.

The thick cable had been locked to the anchor point on the floor in front of the mirror.  As he pointed to a spot on the floor next to him, I knelt beside him. He looks me in the eyes and tells me how proud he is of me because he knows that I will take more. The free end of the cable is then locked to the gag and I want nothing more than to feel every bit of my Master in contact with every bit of me. My master stepped just out of reach as I tried to touch him with any part of me. The cable quickly pulled tight, turning my head away from him. FUCK!! I was being denied physical contact with him, being denied his pain, being denied his massive, throbbing, leaking cock. I never knew not getting the physical things I wanted more than anything at that very moment could only make me love him and want him more, love him more. 

He told me I would have to work for it if I really wanted it and there would, of course, be a price to pay. I nodded that I understood as I pulled against the cable, still fighting to reach my Master. He stood me up and positioned me in front of the mirror. I could see my face in the mirror.  I could see him in the mirror.  Even though I saw it coming, the first hit with the metal paddle shocked my brain as the pain stung deeply. I focused on the reflection of my Master and the look on his face only made me proud to take his pain and proud to love his pain and prouder still to want more. It suffices to say that my limits were pushed. The skin on my ass was white hot and at the breaking point yet again.  My Master pulled me closer to him with the cable and wrapped his strong arm around my neck as he pulled me closer to him.

He told me he was proud of the slave that I am, the property that I am, and the man that I am. (He helps make me better at all of those, the best of everything that I am). He told me he was proud that I was about to take so much more. I was all sappy and still not really processing as I felt intense pain shoot through my nipples.  My body tightened as did his pinching grip on my tits. The shock of taking his pain stung for a few minutes as my brain caught up. The pain registered as pleasure from my Master and I would have had an explosive orgasm at that moment, but I am not allowed. My nipples are so sensitive. As I gave into the pain, he turned me to face him (fuck I love to look at him I’m not sure if I actually grinned, but it felt like I did). 

Once again, he promised to give me his pain and that my limits would be surpassed. As he pinched my nipples he pulled me forward to the point that the cable was taught. He asked med to rate the pain on a scale of 1-10. Through some nonverbal communication I gave the pain a 7.  He said we will do better than that. He pinched tighter. I bit down on the gag harder. “A 10 yet?” He asked.

I shook my head, and he pinched and pulled harder. We were at a 10. My limit was reached. He let go, and my nipples burned. He pointed to my right nipple, and I offered it to him. I felt his teeth clamp down and twist. We were way past 10. I felt him breathing, smiling, biting harder. I moaned. It fucking hurt. It felt so fucking good! I leaned into the the pain. He then pointed at the left nipple as he released his teeth.  Of course it was offered to him, too.

We surpassed my perceived pain threshold. I was physically spent and mentally euphoric. As he slowly and methodically brought the pain level back down, I felt every bit of my body ache and throb and crave more. He ordered me to my knees and offered his cock. I wanted it in my mouth so badly.  Despite the gag and cable holding me 2 inches away from his leaking cock, I tried. I pulled.  I strained. As he stood above me, he leaked. I felt its warmth trickle down my face. I tried harder. I begged with my eyes, and every part of my body, but my Master was beyond reach.

He told me to stand and removed the gag. I tried to kiss him and he backed away. I heard him say “two inches slave.” Goddamn! It isn’t a physical restraint, but the command means I have to stay two inches away from him.  At two inches away, it tried to kiss him anyway. He pulled me onto the bed and on top of him. I pressed against him and leaned in to kiss him.  He turned away and reminded me, “two inches.” As he leaned in to kiss me I pulled back.  I hated it and loved it at the same time, but I had to maintain my two inch distance. Fucking two inches is a lot of space.

As the two inch command remained in place a dance of denial between the two of us ensued. I wanted to cum. I wanted him inside me. I wanted contact with every square inch of him. We talked.  We gave each other after care. My Master allowed me a kiss. It was the best kiss ever in every way. He allowed me to have his cock. He allowed me to be me. Our bond is deeper and stronger every day because of a million reasons, but being ourselves with each other and those around us creates a deeper, stronger bond between us.

I took his pain, more than I thought was possible. We passed limits we haven’t passed before. It only makes me crave it and want it more. It makes me proud to take his pain. Fuck, I love the way he hurts me.

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