The Story Of Pain

[Screaming Grace]

I live in a relationship that is extreme to say the least. Pain is part of my life, the real story is a very strange one but it is part of what I am.

My boyfriend is a great guy when he is straight things get a bit weird when he is drugged up he once broke my arm but before he allowed me to go to the emergency room he fucked me hard and all thou I was crying all the way through the ordeal I enjoyed every moment of it.

I don’t want rescuing as I love him totally and without him I would be nothing with him I am everything.

Any story I write about my relationship would go into the extreme section but if anyone has any idea on how to write it so people would like to read it as a reasonable story I would love to read it.

Screaming Grace

 

[Screaming Grace]

our story

linnet I would love to write the story about how we got together in December if I want any help would you help.

Screaming Grace

 

[MsLinnet]

Re: our story

linnet I would love to write the story about how we got together in December if I want any help would you help.

Screaming Grace

Grace Sweetie I would strongly suggest you don’t go there I have no problem if you want to write the story about how we got together in December if you want any help I would be glad to help.

Is he behaving himself? Or do I have to come back over there and show him what pain really is, the fuck face.

Linnet

 

[RisiaSkye]

Grace, this really does sound like a serious issue. There's a big difference between extreme kinks and getting pushed around and taken advantage of by someone without the capacity to love and appreciate you.

Is this a story idea, or a cry for help?

RisiaSkye

 

[Screaming Grace]

Thanks

Thanks for your concern but I am happy with my life (Well happy might not be the right word) It’s a strange relationship but I do enjoy pain and the sex combined with pain is unreal.

I am having problems with stories that are not based on my actual life experience so I thought this might be a good place to start.

A cry for help yes but not in the real world.

Thanks Grace.

Love the Barbie doll look in the AV is that really you?

 

[MsLinnet]

Hi Grace

As I remember we met in the coffee bar down the street from your apartment, you said hi to Mell and she asked you to join us when you did I noticed the rope burn on your neck.

You and Mell chatted while I listened; you told Mell that he had had you straddling the back of two chairs for an hour with a rope around your neck. “You said that as you begged to get down but he just laughed.

Is this the way you remember it or are you still looking at it as if it was just harmless fun?

The night we were together, I had him locked up and I was treating the cuts on your lips the sex came from the tenderness I showing you it wasn’t meant to happen but it did. You didn’t press charges so the police let him go and for the next two days I lay awake listening to your scream’s as he continued torturing your body.

I know he lets you use your computer and he says that he is kind to you but he need help or to be put out of his misery and the sooner you see that you deserve better than this the better.

Write the story write it truthfully and then read it to yourself and see if I am not wrong.

You know I have nothing but the best intentions for you but I hate to see you hurt…

Love always Linnet.

 

[Screaming Grace]

What if I wrote it like this.

I walked into the do-nut all of a buzz I had just had the most exhilarating sex session. I had heard about wooden horses but never thought I would be ever riding one in my own bedroom.

My master had spent hour’s getting me turned on he never let me cum but just kept me on the edge of orgasm ...

Grace

 

[Guest]

And I thought I was an extreme masochist... But, I don't get off having bones inside my body being broke by the "man I love".

 

[SexyChele]

My boyfriend is a great guy when he is straight things get a bit weird when he is drugged up he once broke my arm but before he allowed me to go to the emergency room he fucked me hard and all thou I was crying all the way through the ordeal I enjoyed every moment of it.

I don’t want rescuing as I love him totally and without him I would be nothing with him I am everything.

Wait, wait, wait....you mean the man who purports to "love" you broke your arm? And then refused you medical care until he'd fucked your brains out? And you would be "nothing" without him?

I normally am not one to judge what other people do in their lives behind closed doors, but I gotta say this: woman, you need help. And badly!

You say you don't want "rescuing", yet you included this into your post, and for no apparent reason that I can think of. If that isn't a cry for help, I don't know what is.

Christ, I hope you find people in your life who really do care about you to get you out of that situation. Hell, this sounds like the type of guy who would kill you, then fuck you before he called the police. Creepy.

 

[Guest]

I have to agree here.

A short while back I had an emotional break down. (Hell, I'm still working on it even.) I told people at Lit that I was not "crying for help". They told me I was. And, now that I have a clear mind I can say, looking back, that I was crying for help. I didn't see it at that time and honestly didn't believe that was what I was doing.

I feel you are doing the same, Grace. As Chele (spelled it right this time! ) stated, you would not have mentioned your man breaking your arm, refusing you medical treatment, and fucking you while you were in, by NO means a sexual S&m kinda pain (in MHO), pain before you were allowed to be taken care of in this "story idea".

To me, this thread is more of a cry for help then it is a story idea. You know what your life is like. You know what your relationship is like. We do not. You say you want a story based on your real life, and that you planned to write it yourself. So, why would you make a thread here for our "help"?

 

[pointless]

there are more healthy ways to enjoy pain then to let someone break your arm. you sound like my sister when she was going out with a psychopath everyone thought was nice.. she was an apologist for him until the day the fucker tried to strangle her at a friends house. that fucker is living on the streets now babbling to himself and bumming money for drugs. hopefully he'll be dead soon.

don't be stupid. don't let someone torture you like that. he is obviously not stable by any stretch of the imagination. run away or you'll most likely be dead. i'm sure my sister would be if she hadn't been forced to leave her torturer.

 

[Guest]

he is obviously not stable by any stretch of the imagination. run away or you'll most likely be dead.

Exactly.

 

[Screaming Grace]

Broken arm

Yes it is true that he fucked me before I could go to hospital when my arm was broken and I loved every second of it.

I did put in the first post that he broke it, well in a way he did and in another way he didn’t.

We where trying something new in our sex life it was a bondage idea, the basic idea was that my arms where tide behind my back tide up to the elbows then my weight was to be supported by my arms and my knees as he fucked me from behind this was all ok, but the hook that was holding my torso off the floor came away from its mooring in the ceiling and I crashed to the floor.

I heard my arm brake and the pain in my arm sent me reeling in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

So it was the fall that broke my arm, he was fucking me at the time and as I was screaming at the time, he in his lust for my body continued to take his pleasure then untied me after he had cum inside me and I cleaned his cock with my tongue.

It was then he realised that I was hurt badly, so he let me go to the hospital.

Thanks for your concern but its was meant as a basis for a story thats why I posted it honest.

Grace

 

[SexyChele]

It's your life, you gotta live it. Power to ya. But in suspension play, if your partner falls, you do not keep fucking them! You stop and check to see if they are okay. Of course, this is a major reason why one does not involve drugs, alcohol, and BDSM in the same mix if they have problems while under the influence of the either of the first two.

I take it you are an adult, so I won't say any more. Just hope some one comes to their senses before somebody gets seriously injured.

Good luck to you - in real life and with the story.

 

[Screaming Grace]

You want to know more

This is an episode of my life that I am working on at the moment, any comments on my writing would be most welcome.

I walked into the do-nut shop, I was all of a buzz I had just had the most exhilarating sex session I had ever had. I had read about torture on wooden horses but never thought I would ever have the chance of riding one in my own bedroom.

My master had spent an hour getting me turned on teasing my nipples and clit pinching and bighting me; always stopping before I could cum he never let me cum but just kept me on the edge of orgasm. I wanted a release from the torment but I knew it was not to be.

He left room me on the bed and returned a few minutes later with two kitchen chairs and then place them back to back then as I watched he taped the back of the chairs together so that the backs formed a single rail. “What are you doing leave that please come back and make me cum.” I asked.

He looked up at me and stopped what he was doing and walked over me I was hoping that he was going to fuck me or at least make me cum but instead he said. “You are going for a ride, a ride that you will never forget.” I looked into his eyes and knew better that to say another word, as sometimes his punishment for interrupting him is more than I can stand.

He took a piece of tape and placed it over my mouth, and wound some around my wrists behind my back, he then returned to the chairs and removed the seat pads, then he got me to stand next to the chairs I then noticed that the back of the chairs came to just above my pussy, next was the biggest surprise he produced a thick leather belt it had no buckle just a loop so that the strap could pass freely through forming a leather noose, he put over my head and pulled it tight and I felt the belt grip the skin on my neck.

Then he got two books and placed them under the chairs “Get on them.” He ordered I looked at him not sure what he wanted me to do, and my hesitation got me a towel slap across my ass sending a stinging shock through my body, then he pulled the noose and helped me to put my feet through the holes in the seats and then I stood on the books with my legs straddling the chair backs.

I looked at him as a wicked smile seemed to fill his face reaching up he attached the other end of the noose to the hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight locking it off with some sort of adjuster so that it was holding my head up and the leather griped the soft skin of my neck once again.

I stood there for a moment just feeling the edge of the chair back between my legs. It seemed a strange experience and one I had not had before felt, but as I am always willing to try anything once why should this be any different I thought to myself.

“Are you ready?” He asked. I looked at him apprehensively but nodded my head in agreement to what ever he was about to do to me. He then took one end of the tape that was covering my mouth and pulled it off in one go. I was about to scream as the tape pulled at my skin but my master pushed his hand over my mouth until I had calmed down from the shock.

“Ok this is what is going to happen, I am going to remove the books you are standing on and then what happens next is up to you. You can either stand on tiptoes until you unable to support you own weight or you can let yourself ride the pony by letting all your weight rest on the back of the chairs immediately. Obviously which ever you choose the rope around you neck will tighten as you lower yourself but you might want to ease your suffering and get it over with in one go or you might want to draw the experience by resisting gravity to get the full enjoyment.”

I lifted my right leg as I felt a slap on my calf, then tentatively placed my weight on my toes then the other leg got the same slap and I then spread my body weight between both points. At this point I think I surprised my master as I was standing on the very tips of my toes as I had been trained at dance school some years before so this pain was something I had been used to and I was able to stand there without to much of a problem. “Very good.” He said after about 5 minutes, but I think if the truth be known he was hoping to se me squirming by now.

I began to feel the strain in my leg mussels at about 8 minutes my stance became steadily shakier as each second ticked past and I could feel the belt around my neck tighten as my toes gave way to the strain, I tried to control my decent as my body sank on to ridge of the chairs forcing my legs apart putting the weight of my body on my sex.

A seething pain shot up through my pussy as all my weight was being supported on the inch of wood that was the chair backs and I instantly got onto my points again, “That’s better you now know what it is like to ride the pony.” He said smiling as beads of sweat started to form over my naked body, the strain on my legs was once again too much for me to tolerate and I felt myself sinking once again bruising another part of my delicate sex.

Each time I felt the strength in my legs disappear I also felt my life’s breath slipping away

This is not the end but I think it needs somthing?

Screaming Grace

 

[RisiaSkye]

I'm unclear as to whether this is on-topic. It seems like the thread's turning into a writer's workshop, which seems more suited to Author Hangout or Story Feedback. Please try to restructure the conversation--this isn't the venue to post semi-complete stories.

Thanks in advance,
RisiaSkye
Moderator

 

[Screaming Grace]

I'm unclear as to whether this is on-topic. It seems like the thread's turning into a writer's workshop, which seems more suited to Author Hangout or Story Feedback. Please try to restructure the conversation--this isn't the venue to post semi-complete stories.

Thanks in advance,
RisiaSkye
Moderator

Sorry, I was trying to get feedback on the way the story reads

I have written the remainder of the story, and looking to post it after some editing.

Grace

 

[RisiaSkye]

If you need a volunteer editor without an enormous queue, Grace, I've got some spare time next week. Just an offer, certainly not meant to be pressure...or even endorsement of my skills in that arena.

Best to all,
RS

 

[Chicklet]

Sorry, I was trying to get feedback on the way the story reads

this sounds like a "story feedback" thing to me - next time maybe you could do it in that forum - mostly because the readers there will be more willing to help you edit and tell you how it reads. people here mostly want to comment on the idea and possibilities. sometimes i post thing like this in both forums, but different ways. asking for one thing here and another there.

chicklet

 

[Screaming Grace]

this sounds like a "story feedback" thing to me - next time maybe you could do it in that forum - mostly because the readers there will be more willing to help you edit and tell you how it reads. people here mostly want to comment on the idea and possibilities. sometimes i post thing like this in both forums, but different ways. asking for one thing here and another there.

chicklet

hay I have said I am sorry please don't beat me any more.

Grace

 

[Guest]

 

[HandsomeHunk]

submission should never be painfull...yea right...smiles

 

[Guest]

There is a difference between Sadomasochism and just plain abuse.

 

[Screaming Grace]

There is a difference between Sadomasochism and just plain abuse.

Only by degrees

 

[Guest]

Of course they are different degrees. Very different degrees... And, I think any healthy minded P/person in the lifestyle would agree...and know the difference.