My name is Katie Dixon and I'm twenty-four years old. I work in sales and
for the past year I've been employed by a large distibutor of office
products. I'm a slim, athletic blonde - 5'4" and 112 pounds, and I'm a pain
slut. Don't ask me why because I have no idea. All I know is that when I
was a sophomore in college my bodyfriend spanked me one night because I'd
put a dent in his car and then lied about it.
I came back to his apartment after my run and he was livid. He pulled my
shorts and panties down and spanked me until my ass felt like it was on fire
and I was sobbing like a baby. Then he fucked me while my ass still felt
like it was burning. He fucked me hard and I had the most incredible orgasm
of my life! I broke off with him for spanking me but I couldn't forget that
incredible orgasm.
A month later, disappointed at how dull sex had seemed since I broke up
with Roger, I talked to my best friend, Pam, about it. She suggested that
maybe the pain was what had made the orgasm so incredible. "Maybe you need
the pain to make the sex better."
I didn't agree and a week passed before I began to think she might be
right. I knew Roger would think I was weird if I asked him to spank me so I
talked to Pam and she agreed to help with an experiment. I called Roger and
told him I wanted him to come over to the dorm and fuck me. I knew it would
take him about ten minutes. After five minutes passed I stretched out on my
bed and Pam spanked me with a belt. She spanked me hard and my ass was
burning when Roger arrived. Pam had slipped out of the room just in time.
I was crying when Roger arrived but he didn't care 'cause I was naked and
ready, my legs spread. He fucked me hard and I had another incredible
orgasm. Pam was right about me being a pain slut!
Later that night, while I was studying, Pam came back from working out.
She locked the door, picked up a belt, and told me to get my pants down.
She turned the stereo up and whipped my ass until I was sobbing. Then she
pulled me down onto her lap and masturbated me to orgasm. It was just as
intense an orgasm as when Roger had fucked me. In some ways it was more
intense. I broke off with Roger, at Pam's insistence, and spent the rest of
the year as her personal slut. She transferred to USC for her junior year
and I never saw her again but I'll always be grateful to her for helping me
discover my true nature.
I spent the following summer working at a resort on Cape Cod. I was on the
grounds crew - mowing lawns, trimming hedges, hauling trash, and I loved it.
I got to work outside with minimal supervision. There were three of us,
all college girls, on the crew. Two of us had just finished our sophomore
year, the third, Natalie, was a year older and she was the supervisior.
The other girl, Jenni, was a mousy little thing who went to Brown. Her
daddy was rich so I don't know why she was working her butt off instead of
lounging on the beach at her daddy's place and she refused to talk about it.
One day Jenni and I got into an argument. One thing led to another and
suddenly we were rolling around on the ground, flailing away at each other.
Natalie broke it up and told us we'd be lucky not to be fired. She left us
to talk to the big boss and when she returned she said she'd managed to save
our jobs. "But you have to be punished. Any suggestions?"
Jokingly, I said, "Why don't you spank us?"
Jenni laughed and said, "That's stupid!"
But Natalie nodded. "Not a bad idea." She marched us down to the
maintenance shed at the far end of the grounds. She gave us a choice - quit
or be spanked. Of course I chose to be spanked. Jenni didn't want to do
either but in the end she accepted a spanking.
Natalie spanked me first. I pushed my shorts and panties down and
stretched out across her lap. She spanked me with her bare hand. She was
strong and it hurt. She spanked me until my ass was as red as a brick and I
was sobbing. My vulva was pressed against her thigh and she knew I was wet.
She stopped finally and told me to get down on my knees, facing her.
I got down on my knees, my shorts and panties around my ankles, and watched
her spank Jenni. She was wearing jeans and I was surprised to see that
mousy little Jenni had a cute ass and slim, pretty legs. She cried easily
and I'm convinced that Natalie didn't spank her as hard as she spanked me.
But Jenni's tight little butt was very red when it was over and she joined
me on her knees.
Natalie crouched in front of us and smiled. "Both of you were wet before I
finished. I find that very interesting, don't you? I want you both in my
room at seven p.m. Any objections?"
I shook my head. I heard Jenni whisper, "No, please..." Natalie told us
to pull ourselves together and get our asses back to work. She worked our
asses off that day. Neither of us got a break and we were beat by the time
five o'clock rolled around.
We went back to the room we shared and Jenni told me to go ahead and shower
first 'cause she was too tired. I grabbed her wrist and said, "Come on,
we'll shower togther." She resisted for a moment and then she followed me
into the bathroom. We turned our backs on each other while we undressed,
something I find amusing looking back on it.
Jenni might have been mousy and rather homely but she had a lovely body -
slim, pretty legs, a cute little ass, and beautiful little tits. She stood
there in the shower, half asleep, and let me wash her hair and then her
body. She leaned agains the wall, her eyes tightly closed, while I licked
her pussy. She came with a whimper and then started to cry. I held her and
stroked her back and buttocks until she stopped crying. She liked sex with
other girls but hated the idea of being known as a lezzie. I kissed and
said, "Nobody has to know. It's not like anyone can really tell."
She opened her eyes. "Really?"
I nodded. "Really. Look at Nat. Would you take her for a dyke?"
Jenni shook her head. "No, but she's gorgeous. I'm not."
I kissed her and fondled her tits. "No, but you're cute (so I stretched
the truth a little) and you've got a great body. All you have to do is show
it off a little more."
We continued to talk while she washed my hair for me. By the time we
finished our shower she was feeling pretty good about herself. Later, back
in our room, I told her about how I enjoyed pain. She was fascinated. She
also admitted that while she hadn't exactly enjoyed the spanking she'd
enjoyed being across Natalie's lap with her ass bared.
We crossed the hall and knocked on Natalie's door at exactly 7:00 p.m.
Before we left our room I kissed Jenni and whispered, "Will you spank me
later?"
She noded eagerly. "Oh, yes! I'd love to spank you."
I smiled and kissed her again. "Good. Let's go and worship Natalie."
Which, as it turned out, was exactly what Natalie wanted. At 7:05 Jenni
and I were on our knees, naked, promising Natalie that we'd be good little
sluts for the rest of the summer. I was content and I knew Jenni would be
content 'cause she had me too. We were down on our bellies, licking
Natalie's bare feet, when Jenni glanced at me and winked. I knew that later
I'd be on my belly licking *her* feet after promising her to be a good slut
for the rest of the summer.
The last three weeks of summer were very intersting, to say the least.
Natalie and Jenni and I were a threesome. The sex was wonderful and Natalie
treated us like pets. Then, later, Jenni would have her way with me. She
turned into a real tyrant and I cried myself to sleep a number of times
after having my ass whipped to a frazzle. It was paradise for a pain slut!
Natalie pretended not to notice the welts on my ass after Jenni whipped me.
Natalie loved having us each suck one of her nipples while she stroked us.
My favorite thing was to form a circle with each of us licking the girl in
front. It was best when Jenni was behind me because she was a wizard with
her tongue. Often, Natalie just sat and watched as Jenni and I went down on
each other in the classic sixty-nine. I balked the first time Natalie told
me to lick Jenni's asshole but she whipped me into submission and I buried
my tongue in Jenni's anus while my tears were still flowing.
That same night, I crouched on a table, moaning, while Jenni eased her
entire hand into my cunt and fisted me. Her hand was greased with Crisco
and even though she had small hands I felt filled when she clenched her hand
into a fist and began pumping it up and down inside me. Natalie whipped my
ass while Jenni was fisting me and I came at least four times, sobbing and
moaning, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure.
That fall, back as school, I met a grad student that was heavily into S/m.
At least he said he was into it. His name was Kurt and he was German, a
stocky blonde from Bonn. He was twenty-five and already balding but he had
a long, thick cock. We met in the student union one night in late October.
I was bored and totally frustrated. I'd only had sex twice since returning
from the Cape and it wasn't very satisfying either time.
It was crowded and Kurt asked if he could join me. I nodded and went back
to my reading but I found it hard to concentrate. After a while I closed my
book and stood up to leave. Kurt glanced up and smiled. "Leaving already?"
I nodded. "It's too stuffy in here."
"Mind if I walk with you?"
I shook my head. "No, not at all."
He stood up held out his hand. "I'm Kurt Steiner."
I shook his hand. "Sara Hunter. Nice to meet you."
We walked outside and I shivered. It was cold for October and I was only
wearing a light jacket. We walked in the general direction of my dorm.
Kurt told me that he was a grad student in physics and I told him that I was
a history major. We continued to chat until we reached the point where I'd
go to the right to reach my dorm and he'd bear off left to go to the grad
student ghetto.
After an awkward moment Kurt kissed me. Then he took my hand and walked me
across the street and into the shadows next to the power plant. He pushed
his hands up under my sweater and fondled my bare tits while I stood there
moaning. Within moments I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. He
held my head when he came and made me swallow his cum. His cock was so
thick that I thought he'd choke me.
Afterward, I let him strip me right there and I whimpered as the cold
breeze played over my nude body. He fucked me hard while I leaned on a low
stone bench. When he was done he turned and walked away without a word. I
cried as I pulled my clothes on. Not in shame but because I thought I'd
never see him again.
The next afternoon I was walking back to my dorm from the co-op when he
pulled up next to me in his Jetta and tooted the horn. I got in and he
drove me to his apartment. As we climbed the stairs to the second floor he
told me he was going to fuck me in my ass. I shook my head. "No, not
unless you whip me into submission first."
I was sobbing, my ass criss-crossed with welts, when he spread my buttocks
and lubricated me with K-Y jelly. He slid his cock into my virgin ass and
fucked me with long, hard strokes. He shot his load deep in my rectum.
Then he made me clean his cock with my tongue. I licked his cock clean and
nodded when he told me I belonged to him.
I was only with Kurt for a few weeks. Despite professing to be heavily
into S/m he was more interested in humiliating and degrading me and I didn't
stand for it for too long. If he'd combined it with the pain I craved it
might have been different. The only time I felt any real pain was that
first night at his apartment when he whipped me before fucking me in my ass.
The end came one night when he was working on a paper. I was nearby,
reading. He snapped his fingers and said, "Get over here. I have to piss."
When I realized what he wanted I refused. He back-handed me across the
face, breaking my nose. I got up onto my knees with blood steaming down my
face and opened my mouth. He laid the head of his cock on my tongue and
pissed down my throat while I swallowed frantically, trying not to gag.
When I left I told him I wouldn't be back. I don't think he believed me, or
cared much one way or the other.
A few weeks later I hooked up with a married couple who were into S/m.
They'd put an advertisement in the local weekly and I answered it. They
described themselves as young professionals who were into S/m and wanted a
pain slut to play with. They were young, early thirties, both attorneys,
both rather attractive, the man more so than the woman.
I met them for dinner at a local restaurant. They were nicely dressed and
very articulate. The man, Rick, was tall and blonde and almost pretty. The
woman, Geri, was small and dark and very intense. She was hard and buff and
had very nice legs.
After dinner, while we waited for coffee, Geri suggested a quick trip to
the ladies room. She locked the door behind us and backed me up against the
wall. My leather pants came down and she ripped my panties off and stuffed
them into my mouth as a gag. Then she used an acupuncture needle on my
clit. I had to clamp both hands over my mouth to stifle my screams.
I still had tears in my eyes when we walked back to the table. We paused
long enough for Geri to say, "This bitch is the one. Pay the bill and we'll
meet you at home." We left and I drove Geri and I to their house. By the
time Rick caught up with us I was on my knees in the driveway, naked and
shivering, promising Geri that I'd be a good slave.
And I was. I was their slave until I graduated. My GPA went up because
Geri punished me severely if my work didn't meet her standards. Rick fucked
my brains out and Geri supplied the pain I craved. He wasn't into pain too
much and Geri wasn't into sex much, but together they were perfect for me.
Now, two years after graduation, I still haven't found anyone I want to be
with. I've had a few brief affairs but nothing worth mentioning. I still
looking for a man or a woman who will make me scream and then give me that
perfect orgasm.
The End.