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Enjoy The Pain

by on Feb.07, 2009, under BDSM

What, you are wondering was my Magical Moment. Well, it was that moment when I discovered that pain was the key to the gateway of pleasure. My first multiple orgasms came as a direct result of my being caned. How can a 19-year-old girl enjoy being hurt? But that is the point, it doesn’t hurt in the accepted sense. 

Surely as a child you must have fallen and grazed your knees, got up and carried on playing without giving it a thought but if your mother lightly smacked the back of your hand, you no doubt broke down crying. There in lies the key. Psychological, if it’s done with love or within a game, it is pleasure.

Perhaps before I start my tale of my sexual exploits, I should give you some background.

I discovered masturbation in my early teens and had the usual wrangling in the back row of the cinema with boys struggling to ‘cop a feel’.

I lost my virginity two days after my eighteenth birthday. It was to Edward who, almost to the day one year later, made me his bride. And now I am going to tell you all about losing my virginity and my introduction to SM. 

My word, what a time I have had. I have discovered things about myself that I could never have imagined anyone doing. Certainly not me. I am only 5 feet tall and I just love to be dominated by tall older men. They can use me for sex or beat me, either way I have wonderful orgasm so I don’t much care, which they do. 

I met Edward in the public library. He was kind and courteous. I think I was attracted to him mostly because he treated me like a Lady. As a grown up. When you are seventeen and trying to act sophisticated and adult, it is a tremendous boost to your moral if an adult sees you as an equal and Edward was twenty years my senior. He invited me to lunch at a local Bistro. We chatted about authors and movies and such like. It was just everyday chat. Nothing was mentioned that would in anyway give me a clue to the darker side of Edward’s nature.

We began to see each other two or three times a week. He took me to concerts and movies and generally, to my sheer delight, just made a fuss of me. He never made any sexual advances to me. Oh! We did kiss now and then but he never tried to grope me the way boys my own age had. We had been seeing each other for about two months when Edward announced that he had to go away on business for two weeks. 

‘But you’ll miss my Birthday party,’ I complained.

‘But I will be back two days after that and we will make it a very special day,’ he replied with a very broad grin. 

I was sad that he wouldn’t be there for my eighteenth Birthday party. My mother had expected me to bring him along, as she had been wanting to meet him. I had told her very little about him, other than that he was a bit older than myself but she could tell that I was very fond of him.

I did manage to enjoy myself at my party. All my old friends that I had been neglecting because I was seeing Edward were there and I was able to catch up on all the gossip.

Two days later Edward phoned to say he had returned and would I meet him that evening at his house for dinner. I of course was delighted. After dinner, he gave me my Birthday present. A rather expensive bottle of perfume. Now I really did feel grown up.

We sat on the couch and he kissed me long and hard. Not at all like any kisses we had shared in the past. I caught my breath and said, 

‘Wow! That was some kiss!’

‘Well you are a woman now, aren’t you? And I expect that you would prefer it if I treated you as such,’ I could sense the meaning of his words. Tonight he intended to make me a woman. To take my virginity. My breath was becoming labored at the prospect of what the evening had in store for me. I was excited beyond anything I had ever felt before. None of my masturbation fantasies had ever made me feel so hot.

He kissed me once again and I could feel his strong hand stroking my cheek. His hand caressed down along my neck. I felt his finger wrap around the back of my neck and his hand gripped me tightly. It gave me a warm comforting feeling as though I were being possessed, being held in his strong grasp.

He pulled away from me and sat me up straight. ‘Fold your arms behind your back,’ he instructed. I did as he said, he then pushed me back so that my own weight had my arms pinioned behind me. Then, very slowly, using both hands, he opened each button of my blouse. Tantalizingly slowly, one, then two, then three. My chest rose and fell.

He was deliberately tantalizing me. He certainly knew what he was doing. He was getting the response from me that he had anticipated. Eventually all the buttons were undone but my blouse was still closed. Then, with great show, he very slowly opened both sides of my blouse. It was like an unveiling ceremony. He pulled it off my shoulder and I sat there with my small cotton bra on display. 

For the first time since I had known him, he placed his hands on my breasts. Gently and lovingly massaging then. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling. I then felt him reaching behind me and undo the clasp. My bra hung loosely. He pulled it up and gazed at my breasts for the first time. ‘Mmmm! So delicious. I do love little pink nipples, and small firm tits’ His words thrilled me. To know that my body was pleasing to him meant so much.

He pulled me forward once more and removed my blouse and bra completely then pushed me back with my arms folded behind me once more. He bent down and sucked on each nipple in turn. Such delightful feeling ran through me at his touch. He sat up and took each nipple between forefinger and thumb and suddenly squeezed as hard as he could.

‘Aaaaaauugghh!’ I screamed as fingers of flame shot through my breasts. Tears fell down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to say or how to react. The man I was falling in love with had just inflicted the cruelest pain on me that I had ever felt in my life.

‘Wha- why?’ I managed between sobs.

‘It’s okay!’ he said. ‘Trust me,’ and with that he squeezed once again.

‘Aaaauuuugghh!’ I screamed once again.

‘Can you feel your pussy juices flowing?’ he asked.

‘What?’ He was right, my pussy was wet. It was tinkling and felt on fire. ‘Yes! Yes it is.’ I was suddenly forgetting the pain and feeling the wonderful sexual feeling that were starting to flow through my body.

‘Stand up!’ He ordered. I struggled to my feet and then without another word, he set about stripping me naked. To my amazement, he then fastened a dog leash around my neck and led me up stairs to the bedroom. There was a large four poster bed at the foot of which, was a large quilted Ottoman. I was laid face down on the Ottoman with my legs together and my arms folded under my head. The dog leash was fastened to a ring on the side of the Ottoman.

I lay there for a few moments whilst I heard Edward doing something on the other side of the room. He returned and stood beside my head. I turned to look at him and was surprised to see that he was naked and his cock was hard and sticking straight out.

‘You enjoyed the pain to your nipples, didn’t you?’ he asked. I nodded my head in agreement. He repeated the question. ‘You enjoyed the pain to your nipples, didn’t you?’ This time I answered ‘Yes!’

‘In that case, you are going to simply love this.’ I heard a swishing noise over my head but couldn’t see what it was. He moved out of my line of sight and almost at once I heard the swish again.

‘Aaaaauuuugghh!’ I screamed out once again as a stinging pain tore across my bottom. 

Swish, and yet another pain only this time my body started to shake and shudder. I could feel an orgasm building in my pussy. ‘Oh yes! Oh yes!’ Swish, this one sent me over the top. ‘Oohhhh! Ooooohh! Oooooh!’ My whole being became one long orgasm. A much stronger orgasm than I had ever experienced whilst fingering myself in my bed at night.

I lay there trembling and shaking as a result of the nerve wracking explosion that my body had just experienced. Edward knelt by my head and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. 

‘How are you feeling now, my lovely little Birthday girl?’ he asked.

‘Exhausted!’ was my only reply. He undid the dog leash from the Ottoman and told me to lie on my back. He then pressed a remote control and a trapeze like thing descended from the ceiling. It had only one centre wire connected to a cross bar. The bar had two leather straps dangling from either end. Edward lifted each of my legs in turn and fastened the straps around each ankle. 

This left me in a most un lady like position with my legs pulled open about as far as was possible. He then pressed the remote and the trapeze rose slightly taking up the slack. When my legs were in an upright position, he then pulled the Ottoman forward so that my feet were directly above my head. He then fastened leather straps to my wrists and secured them to the sides of the Ottoman.

‘I am now going to hurt you!’ He said ‘but you will love it.’ What did he mean? He had already been hurting me- swish. My thoughts were interrupted by the cane once again striking my bottom. ‘Aaaauuuugghh!’ I once again screamed as I felt it tear into my left cheek. Swish. ‘Aaaaauuugghh!’ It tore into my right cheek. What had gone before, in no way prepared me for what was to follow. Swish. A pain so severe that I never made any audible sound. 

The scream stuck in my throat. Edward had stood directly in front of me and had brought the cane down as hard as he could directly onto my pussy lips. I bucked and bounced against my bonds as a mixture of pain and pleasure vied with each other for control of my very being.

Swish. ‘Aaauuugghh!’ This time I managed to let a cry escape from my throat. The first blow to my pussy had caught me across from the top of my right lip to the bottom of my left lip. This second one had gone the other way, from top left to bottom right.

Now, this brings us to the moment that I told you about. The moment that changed my life forever. Edward brought the cane down- Swish – right down the centre. The centre of my pussy. The centre of my body. The centre of my very being. Straight between my pussy lips and just smashed against my clit. For one split second, the whole world came to a standstill. 

A bright light exploded inside my head, it filled my brain as the searing pain enveloped my very soul. And then – then I drifted down and down as wave after beautiful wave of multiple orgasms washed over me, through me. To touch me in places I never new existed.

From that moment on, I belong to Edward to do with as he wished. Any time, any where, what ever…

When I came to my senses, I was untied and kneeling on the floor but draped over the Ottoman. Edward was behind me and I could feel his cock touching my pussy lips. He was waiting for me to come back out of my orgasmic shock before he entered me. He wanted me to be aware of my virginity being taken. Wanted me to know the pain of becoming a woman and to know that it was him who took it.

‘Are you ready to become a woman?’ he asked in a rather horse voice. It seems that I was not the only one who was turned on.

‘Yes! Oh yes, please. I am ready.’

‘Ready for what?’ he enquired.

‘Ready for you to make love to me,’

‘But are you ready for me to fuck you?’ He asked.

‘Yes!’ I said in a shaky voice.

‘Say the words!’ His voice sounding impatient.

‘Yes, I’m ready for you to … fuck me’ I found it difficult to say the words he wanted to hear but I knew it meant a lot to him, so I continued. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me nowwwww aaauuuugghh!’ 

I felt as though a red hot iron had been plunged into my body. Edward had thrust his cock, mercilessly into my virgin pussy, tearing me open. I felt him pull out then thrust in again but the second time I only felt discomfort. By the fourth stroke, it was beginning to feel nice. We settled down to a nice rhythm. I was beginning to feel a glow spread over me with Edward’s love making, I mean fucking.

I felt his hand reach around me and find its way to my pussy. His fingers explored between my legs and found my pussy. With his fingers stroking my clit, I was soon reaching higher and higher building up to an orgasm. When just then I felt Edward’s cock explode inside me, filling me with his love juice. This in turn triggered of my own orgasm. 

It felt wonderful to be brought to such delights by being made love to. The orgasm was no where near as strong as the one I had experienced with the cane but this one had more meaning. It was a sign of love, of pleasure shared with the man you love. I was truly happy.

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