Chapter 3 – A PAIN SLUT

“Whip them!?”

“Yes, darling, whip them. Really hurt them and leave them with whip marks so you can show them off.”

“Show them off to who?”

She smiled at me, if you can call the pain wracked grimace she managed a smile. “I was going to a party,
and now you can come too. You’ll love it, it’ll be full of people like us. They need what we need and the
fact that we’re mother and daughter will make us very popular. Oh, God, darling, my tits really hurt!

I thought about that. I’d be on display, my marks and perversions openly visible.

“Yes, please, Mommy, and can you mark me up first so they can see what a pain slut I am?”

“Of course, dear. And you can do the same for me! Oh, this is going to be so good! But first, I have to
whip those nice big tits of yours so stick them out so I can really hurt them.”

She fetched a short whip from its clips on the wall and showed it to me.

“It’s short and it’s flexible, it’ll wrap right around those nice big swollen tits of yours.”

I was actually panting, filled with longing, fear and incredible arousal. I knew I would cum hard again if
my tits were really hurt and eagerly lifted them and thrust them out for their pain.

“Hurt them, Mommy, really hurt them. Oh, please hurt them! I’m a real pain slut, aren’t I!”

“Darling, you’re the best natural pain slut I’ve ever met and I’ve met a few.”

And she bought the whip down on my out-thrust tits, hard and straight across their tops. I screamed, the
pain was intense but I needed more, I could feel my cunt’s wetness and its pre-cum clenching. I lifted
them again, holding them out for the whip.

“More, Mommy, oh, please, more, more!”

Again the whip lashed down on my proffered flesh, and I threw my head back and screamed. “Again! Oh,
please again! Harder! Harder!” and I really needed more – a lot more.

Because after just two lashes I was swimming in a sea of pain and arousal, holding my own flesh out for
the lash and on the edge of an enormous cum. Somehow I managed to restrain myself while mom
whipped my willing tits. I sank to my knees, unable to keep standing but still lifted my pain wracked and
constricted globes out to their agony.

Occasionally, I would collapse forward, nursing my tits, but always straightened up again, holding them
out to their torture. I could see the marks accumulating on my upper tits and loved seeing them. A party
and I had only just learned my real nature, a party where I could be myself and learn so much more about
myself and those like me, and they would see my tits and know that I was a true pain slut.

I was on the verge of cumming.

Mom shifted her grip and bought the lash across both my nipples. I howled and cummed, sank into a
world of pain and incredible pleasure, my empty cunt spasming and clenching on its emptiness as I fell
forward, squeezing my swollen and marked tits and completely helpless in my orgasmic excess.

I really don’t know how long that cum lasted, but I was pretty well exhausted when it was over. I looked
up at my mother, standing there, still with the whip in her hand.

“Oh, mum, that was wonderful. I need that all the time.”

“Well, not cumming all the time dear, but I can keep you worked up all the time. There are plenty of ways
to do that. To start with I’ve got nice little alligator clips for your clit and nips.”

“Oh, yes! Oh, Mom, my tits really hurt and I still want more! I never knew I was like this! I never knew
you were like this!”

“I want more all the time, darling but I’ve learned to control it. But one of these days I’ll just let it go and
let them do whatever they want to me for as long as they want. Torture me to the end. But not before I
know you’ve got it under control as well.”

“You mean the people who’ll be at the party? Let them torture you to death? Snuff you?”

Mummy licked her lips and squeezed down hard on her aching tits.

“Ooooh, that really hurts! Yes, I love always having it as a possibility, even the thought turns me on. I
think Daphne, one of our older members, has demanded to be allowed to go all the way at the next party
so that’ll let you understand why we always have that possibility.”

“I’ll be there when she’s snuffed? I can join in!”

“Snuffing her, of course you can. Join in with her when she’s snuffed? No. You need to experience so
much more first, even if you do agree to it. Anyway, in the meantime you’ll love every moment of it, just
like I do.”

I was so aroused by the thought of snuffing another woman, especially if she wanted it. It had to be the
ultimate form of masochism and, since I had accepted my own innate and extreme masochism and
incestuous lesbianism I was eager to see another woman indulge her own extreme masochism to the
ultimate limit.

“What could I do?”

Mommy squeezed her tits again and her hips started to jerk. “You like hurting tits, yours and mine, so
maybe you could work on hers. Binding them, inflating them, Branding them, injecting acid or holding
fire to them. Things that really hurt.”

“And she wants this?”

“Don’t you? I know I do.”

I thought about that. It was true that I got huge pleasure from having my erogenous areas hurt and
tortured and if it was part of being snuffed I wouldn’t have to worry about recovery or social interactions
afterward. But to give up on life and all it had to offer? Not yet, I decided. Perhaps some time, but not
yet.

“Alright, if she wants it and her tits are available, I’ll really hurt them.” I licked my lips, “Really hurt them.”

Chapter 4 – PREPARATION

So now Mommy and I are going to the snuff party. A party for people like us and only us.

Mommy has told me what will happen at the party.

Daphne will be tortured until she dies under the torture. She wants it, needs it, craves it. She’ll be the
center of attention just as she likes and she’ll be able to be tortured as severely as she always wants but
as they haven’t been able to do for her up to now.

Even so, Mommy says she’s permanently scarred, has huge, augmented tits, wears a tormentingly tight
corset at all possible times and has her underwear lined with sharp pins. For her, sitting is a penance. A
penance she needs and loves. One of us but who, after many years of eager suffering, has been allowed
to have herself tortured to death. To be snuffed in front of all of us.

Mommy says she’ll beg for it as long as she’s capable.

We know that we too will be used and hurt and abused by everyone at that party and we’re desperately
looking forward to it. We’ll be able to use and abuse others at the party as well, but for us, well, we are
so eager to be the objects that everyone uses for their pleasure that we’re already wet and trembling
with lust and desire just from thinking about it. We keep embracing, rubbing our bruised and marked
bodies against each other, describing to each other how we will be treated, revelling in the predictions.

But now, we have to prepare. We know each other well and know that for a party like this we will need
to be dressed in painfully constrictive clothing; clothing that starts to cause our sexual excitement to
become ever more obvious, clothing that will make us objects of lust, desire and derision. Clothing that
will make the party guests want to torture and torment and fuck us as we moan and weep from the pain
and frustration that we will so eagerly experience.

We wear identical skin-tight leather suits, tightened onto our willing bodies until we both have difficulty
breathing, just the way we really crave it. The suit is dampened so that, as the leather dries, it will
shrink and grip even harder on us, increasing the tightness that constricts our bodies even further until
we will both be struggling to breathe. I’ve tried it just to find out what it feels like and the crushing
constriction, the difficulty breathing, the pain of constriction all get me so hot that it’s wonderful
torment. Trying to imagine how it will feel with the other torments that will be imposed on my body
makes me ready to cum.

Out tits, of course, are bare, further constricted about their bases so that they swell and stand out from
our leather encased bodies like two soccer balls, swollen and firm to the touch. Neither Mommy nor I
can resist this treatment and even want to go further and so have injected a salt solution into each
other’s tits: the needle penetrating our nipples and into the center of each tit, the saline from the
needle swelling our pain wracked globes until they reach ludicrous dimensions.

Of course this increases the weight of our tits until they hang off our chests like two water filled sacks,
unbalancing us and making us have to carry them in our cupped hands. They need support and that
support is provided by a half bra each, a bra that leaves most of our tits bare and a bra that is lined with
tacks, a further continuous source of stimulating agony.

Our nipples have not been spared and on each is an office paper clamp which crushes them agonizingly
and makes us even more aroused. Heavy weights hang from these clamps, swaying and further
agonizing our nipples as they move.

We stand there, fondling each other’s swollen tits, flicking at our nipples, pulling and dropping the
weights until we can stand no more and collapse, sobbing and moaning, onto each other’s shoulders,
our tears wetting each other’s hair.

Oh! How so much pain and degradation turn us on and we need, we crave, the derision and agony that
await us at the hands of the party guests. We are both trembling with a mixture of dread and desperate
anticipation.

Of course, our cunts have not been left out of our preparations for the torments to come. At this point
we have whipped each other’s cunts with a leather belt until they are swollen and bruised, their lips,
inner and outer, swollen and protruding, ready for further torture. Our clits have swollen as well and we
occasionally touch or pinch our and each other’s clits, a wonderful source of intense pain and arousal.

We both love this and, when we were using the belt on each other, eagerly presented our cunts, our
legs widely spread, as in turn we lashed the leather belt down on each other’s proffered flesh. Even
though our cunt lips are bruised and swollen we offered ourselves eagerly to the lash of the belt,
thrusting our suffering cunts up to meet it.

We know that our mutual punishment is merely the precursor to the real cunt torture that we will be
inflicted on us during the party.

My frequently expressed desire to become a mouth and asshole only whore, denying me the pleasure of
cunt sex, is about to become reality. I’ve conceived this when Mommy denied me any orgasms and
clipped my inner cunt lips together so nothing can penetrate me and if I want anything in me it’ll have to
be in my mouth or arsehole. I know that during the party I’ll have my labia minora clamped together
using big, very tight, office paper clamps, preventing me from being fucked in my cunt and providing me
with delicious frustration, especially since my clit will protrude from my cruelly clamped cunt, a clit that
will be used to arouse me to the point of orgasm and then left alone while I beg and cry for relief. The
clamping will, of course, be deliciously painful and arousing, pervert pain slut that I love to be.

Our cunts are fully exposed, completely bare, all hair removed from our bodies by laser treatment,
leaving both of us with a smooth and exposed skin, ready for unprotected punishment. We know our
naked cunts will be thoroughly whipped and abused prior to being clamped tight shut.

Also prior to our clampinng we will have forced toilet brushes into our cunts, torturing ourselves in
public so the guests can see just what a completely perverted pair of sluts we are. Just thinking about
pushing the bristly head into our cunts, scratching and prickling as we force it deeper, watching each
other’s self-imposed agony until the brushes are firmly embedded in our suffering cunts, leaving the
handle obscenely protruding, excites both of us.

Mom is the first to voice the thought that is most on our minds: “Let’s practice with the toilet brushes.”

“Oh, yes Mom, shall we do ourselves or each other?”

Mom licked her lips and fingered her clit. “Let’s …. Let’s do ourselves first and then fuck each other with
them! It’ll hurt so wonderfully!”

Toilet brushes, along with various whips, clamps, constraints, arse plugs and dildoes are part of our
readily available equipment. We never know when we will need to torture ourselves or each other.
I fetched two brushes from where they hung on the wall and handed one to my Mommy.

“How far do you think you can get it in, Mom?”

“All the way in, darling, all the way in and then you have to fuck me really hard with it.”

I groaned aloud in anticipation. “Oh, yes mom! I’ll push mine all the way in and then you have to make
it really hurt for me. Shall we fuck each other in turn or together?”

“Together, and let’s put on some really nasty nipple clamps first.”

“Yes, yes! I’ll put yours on and you can do mine.”

I grabbed two pairs of clamps from the table. The ones I secretly dreaded; tight, so tight and with
serrated edges. They’re almost too much for me so I used them constantly. My nipples are always,
always sore so just playing with them always arouses me. Needless to say, I’m always playing with my
nipples.

Mom pushed her tits up and out toward me. I took a clamp, opened it and allowed it to close on
Mommy’s offered left nipple. She actually threw back her head and screamed but still kept her tit and
nipple presented. Overcome with a desire to hurt her even more I squeezed down on the clamp,
bringing a further scream from her.

“Oh, darling, darling, it hurts! It hurts! Do the other one!”

I needed those clamps desperately myself so I said, “Mine first, Mom, do mine first!”

She lifted her tit, staring at her tortured nipple then looked at me and my tits. “Yes, Darling, oh yes.
Hold out your left tit.”

I held out my tit and watched, panting with anticipation and barely disguised fear as she let the clamp
snap together with my already sore and aching nipple between the serrated edges.

I know I screamed. I screamed again as I was overwhelmed by the agony in my poor suffering nipple.
“Aaaargh! You didn’t tell me you were going to let it snap down on my nip!”

“It’s good though, isn’t it darling?”

“Yes, oh yes, but it’s almost too much for me.” I groaned and nursed my tit, feeling the pain suffusing all
of it as I continued to whimper, tears running down my face.

“Too much for you! You know this is nowhere near what you really need so don’t tell me it’s too much
for you. Now do my other one.”

“Yes Mommy, yes!”

She held out her other tit in trembling hands. Cruelly I held the open clamp around her proffered nipple
but didn’t let it snap to immediately.

“Beg for it, mom, beg for it.”

“Yes, yes! Hurt my nipple darling, please hurt my nipple!”

I shook my head.

“Darling, darling, hurt your Mommy, hurt your Mommy, oh, please hurt your Mommy!”

I let the clamp snap shut on her nipple and watched as her eyes rolled back and she sank to her knees,
unable to even scream as her nipple pain overwhelmed her. Eventually she recovered enough to get,
with difficulty, back to her feet.

“Oh, you little bitch! Give me your other nipple.”

Filled equally with erotic arousal and dread, I held out my tit and watched as mom snapped the last
clamp down on it. The pain was nearly overwhelming and I felt myself sink into an intense cum where
pain and wonderful pleasure combined to take me somewhere else, somewhere of total, twisted
rapture, the place I always sought but so seldom found. I know I writhed on the floor and, so Mommy
tells me, pinching down on the clamps and screaming every time I did so.

Eventually, through her own pain and arousal, she started to worry that I might never stop.

When I finally recovered enough to think coherently again I looked up at her kneeling before me and
saw that she was holding two toilet brushes.

“Time for your cunt pain, darling. Push it all the way into your cunt.”

I was almost unable to get to my knees before holding out my hand for a brush. Spreading my knees I
pushed the bristles against my cunt, forcing it in against the natural resistance of my engorged cunt lips.
Grasping the handle in both hands I pulled the brush head into myself, feeling the bristles scrape on my
lips and the inside of my cunt and bring me, once again, close to an overwhelming cum.

I pushed it into myself as far as I could force it. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing me inside. I
was groaning and crying as I tormented myself but wanting even more.

“Fuck me with it, Mommy, fuck your little girl with it!”

“Let me do mine first, little girl. I need it as much as you do!”

She grasped her brush by the handle and pushed it against her swollen and bruised cunt until it gave
way and the brush slowly disappeared into that, oh so willing, flesh.

I grasped my own toilet brush handle and pushed my cunt out toward my mother.

“Fuck me with it, Mommy, fuck your little girl with it.”

Still trembling and crying from her own cunt pain, she grasped the handle of the brush lodged so
painfully in my own cunt and started to push and pull on it, fucking my suffering flesh with the stiff,
sharp intruding bristles. I felt it as though a thousand needles were being forced, time after time, into
my pain wracked interior.

I came, and then I came again, thrusting myself out against the intruder, loving the pain and the
distorted pleasure that suffused my spasming body. Eventually Mommy stopped torturing me, although
I wanted her to continue. I slowly returned to whatever counts as normal for us and looked at my
mother.

“My turn! Fuck me with it now!” she demanded.

So I fucked her and she spasmed as I had done.

“More, darling, more! Fuck your Mommy, hurt your Mommy!”

Eventually I stopped fucking her and she, like me, slowly recovered from her experience.

“We’ll have that done to us at the party. Now we’ve fucked ourselves with the brushes the inside of our
cunts will be really sore and ready for being hurt by their brushes. Now, I’ll pull yours out and you can
pull mine. I’ll go first.”

It prickled and pulled on my cunt’s walls, hurting almost as it had when it had fucked me. Eventually it
was completely withdrawn and I knelt there recovering for a few minutes. But Mommy’s brush still
needed pulling out and I grasped the handle and slowly pulled the bristles from her tormented cunt.

Eventually, it pulled free and she collapsed over her own pain.

I loved her then, loved her as my partner in perverted pleasure and pain, loved her as the mother who
had taught me so much about myself and loved her as my lover, the lover from whom I could hide
nothing, that I wanted to know everything about myself and my twisted needs. “Now our nipples, mom,
– or, or should we wear our clamps to the party, just to show what real pain sluts we are?”

“Uh, no, darling, just think how much it will hurt putting them back on at the party. Lets take them off
now.”

“OK. But the same way we did it last time. Count of three!”

“Right! Count of three: one, two, three – – Ahhhhrrrgh!!”

Because, on three we both released the clamps and pulled them from each other’s nipples, leaving us
once again nursing our tits and nipples as the pain of returning blood flow suffused our tits, bringing
tears to our eyes and moans from our lips as we fell forward into each other’s arms.

“Oh! Mommy, it all hurts so much and it’s all so wonderful! I just don’t want it to stop!”

“We’ll get to the party and then you’ll get all the pain you want.”

So, we went to the party. Each wearing a black, pin lined, leather bra and tight, tight, crotchless leather
pants, pants so tight that they made even walking difficult and black leather ballet boots to restrict our
mobility even further.

We were more than ready for more.

Of course our torturing bras hurt us with every movement so we were constantly aroused and already
longing to cum.

Walking was an effort, we were forced to take little tottering steps in our ballet boots and had difficulty
even getting to the front door where our transport was waiting.

At this point I should introduce our driver.

Chapter 1 – DISCOVERY

First, dear readers, let me introduce myself: my name is Joanne and I am currently twenty years old.
Without false modesty, I can state that I am extremely beautiful – An elfin face, blue eyes and jet black
hair. My body is an object of desire to all men and many women who see it. Muscular, big tits, narrow
waist, curving hips, round buttocks and long, slim muscular, legs. A body to arouse jealously in almost
all women who see it and lust in almost all men.

I live with my mother, a more mature woman of forty two years, equally beautiful as me in every way.

We live in a very isolated and quite luxurious house, reached by a long and winding gated driveway. It is
completely soundproofed.

I have been home schooled by my mother, a polymath, whose teachings left me capable of passing any
exam the state educational system might want me to undertake. I am currently working on my master’s
degree in electrical engineering.

I am a consummate masochist.

* * * * * * * *

Strangely enough, it was not until I was nineteen years old that I became aware of my perverted sexuality.
Puberty had hit me like a train. Almost overnight I went from being a gangly teenager to being a desirable
woman. A woman with growing breasts and all the other attributes of her sexual awakening. My clitoris
had become amazingly sensitive and I found it hard to keep my fingers off it but obeying some strange
moral imperative, I refused to surrender to my cravings.

Then, when I was twenty, I could not resist my intense urges any longer and I surrendered to my desires.
I could not believe that I had let my so called conscience to deny me such pleasure. My orgasms were
intense and long lasting. If I had been able, I would have spent my entire life in orgasm. I found that my
need for orgasm overwhelmed all other considerations and my college work suffered accordingly. I know
now that my mother was completely aware of what was happening to me and what I was doing. She
waited until the right time to make me aware of that.

One day, when I was on the edge of cumming, I pinched my clit, hard. The pain spread through my
spasming cunt and I moaned from the intensity of it. But something kept me going and I kept pinching
harder and harder. Tears were running down my face until I suddenly flipped over the edge into the most
intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I was overwhelmed by orgasmic pleasure, writhing and spasming
on my bed until the sensations finally diminished and I collapsed, panting and moaning.

I wanted more and, as I recovered from the intensity of that amazing cum, I started to rub and pinch my
clit again. I rubbed hard and pinched as hard as I could. The sensations were amazingly intense and, once
again that intense pleasure as I came violently overwhelmed the pain.

As I recovered again, I realized that my pleasure had been multiplied by the pain I had imposed on myself.
It was a revelation. I needed pain, intense pain, to achieve all my pleasure.

Let me explain, it hurt a lot. Enough to make me cry but the overwhelming pleasure I knew would be the
result of my self-torment made my suffering worthwhile. Also, I took pleasure from the pain as I became
more and more aroused, not nearly as much as the pleasure from orgasm but more than worthwhile and
these days it has actually become intense pleasure in itself. I have learned to equate pain in my erogenous
zones as pleasure, making my experiences as a masochist intense from start to finish. I’ll tell you about
those experiences later.

With the realization that I needed pain to get the best pleasure, I started experimenting with ways to hurt
myself, especially in my erogenous areas. I found that squeezing my nipples, hard, with one hand while
the other pinched and twisted my clit would make me descend into a place where pain and pleasure
mixed. A harsh place, a place where my spasming body demanded ever more pain to fuel the flames of
my lust.

It was frustrating that I could only squeeze and twist one nipple at a time. I began looking for something
that could really hurt both of my nipples at once. It wasn’t until I used an office paper clamp to hold some
schoolwork together that I realised that such clamps could provide me the kind of mixed pain and
erogenous pleasure that I so deeply craved. The clamps were strong and were made of metal. They would
squeeze my nipples hard and painfully, giving me the sensations I needed so badly.

The first time I used the clamps on myself I was initially filled with a mixture of lust and fear. I craved and
at the same time feared the pain I was about to inflict on myself, but I knew that I would have to use the
clamps on myself and delay would not make the craving for the pain go away.

I sat on my bed and pinched my nipples, leaving my cunt alone for now, pinched them hard enough that
they began to really hurt and I started to moan and become aroused. I dug my nails into them and heard
myself moan further as my self-inflicted pain increased. I felt myself getting wet and tried to hurt my
nipples even more. It was no use; I was hurting myself as much as I could. It was time for the clamps.

I took my fingers from my nipples and picked up one of the clamps. It looked frightening and cruel and I
almost stopped at that point but, taking a deep breath, I let it close on my right nipple.

Pain like I had never known before immediately filled my entire boob and I had difficulty suppressing a
scream. My nipple was filled with agony but, almost immediately, I felt my arousal increase tenfold. I
came. Came from just the pain and knowing just how much pain was to come. It wouldn’t stop and I
came time after time, moaning aloud and feeling my cunt spasm with each new cum.

My right tit was stilled filled with wonderful pain and I knew that it was time to torture my left nipple.
Again I let a clamp close on myself and once again came almost immediately as my left breast was filled
with agony. I couldn’t stop cumming and, dimly, through my mix of wonderful pain and intense orgasms,
knew that I could increase my sensations even more.

I pulled on the clamps. I pulled on them, stretching my nipples and increasing my pain even more. I
actually screamed out loud and, not knowing how to stop, twisted the clamps.

I came so hard that I fainted.

When I came to, my nipples and breasts still filled with agony, I knew that I must stop so I squeezed the
clamp on my right nipple open and pulled it away. It hurt as much as it had when I had first clamped it. I
collapsed forward and nursed my poor abused breast, holding it in my hands and moaning once more
from my self-inflicted pain.

Straightening up I removed clamp from my left nipple and once more felt my breast filled with more
intense agony.

I came again, again and again. It was wonderful, my orgasms even more intense than the pain in my poor
abused nipples. I wanted more.

Chapter 2

I wanted more but knew that I would have to wait. My nipples were bruised and swollen so that even
putting on my bra was an exercise in self-restraint. I couldn’t damage them any more without them
showing through my clothes. You may notice that I was more concerned about my appearance than I
was about hurting myself any more.

I was turned on and pushing my bruised and swollen nipples into my bra hurt wonderfully. I was wet and
knew that it would only take a little more stimulation for me to cum again. I had to wipe my cunt with a
towel before I could get my panties on without making a wet patch on them and my jeans and even that
almost made me cum.

I was an orgasmic mess.

And then the door opened and my mother stood there. My mother stood there, wearing nothing but an
amazingly tightly laced corset, her breasts on full display and her smooth shaven pussy equally revealed.
Even more amazing was the way that her breasts had been treated, bound tightly at their bases so they
had swollen and stood out from her chest like two cantaloupes. Equally amazing were the marks on those
breasts, bruised and abraded stripes decorating them all over. Her pussy was equally marked and the lash
marks decorated her hips and, as far as I could tell, continued to her arse.

“M – Mom?”

“Yes dear, It’s me, I’m just like you, a painslut and, like you, I can’t get enough. I’m so glad that you’re just
like me. Now we can play together.”

“But Mom, how did you know about me?”

“I’ve heard everything you’ve done to yourself. There are hidden microphones in here and I enjoyed
hearing you hurting yourself. It really turned me on.”

“But – but – why? I thought you didn’t know!”

“I’ve always known, dear. Ever since you started to hurt yourself.”

There, in front of me, she stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples, took a deep breath, a breath that
made her breasts jut out even more, and pinched harder. “Mmmmm – would you like to do this to me,
dear? Would you like to hurt me?”

Almost mesmerized I approached her, raised my hands, pinched her nipples and squeezed them as hard
as I could. She moaned but thrust her breasts out toward me. “Harder, oh please, harder!”

I couldn’t stop squeezing them. The feel of them between my fingers, the way Mom reacted and the way
I became wet from the experience, they all increased my own arousal. I dug my fingernails into those
compliant nipples and was rewarded by a deep, intense moan from mom, “Oh, god yes, darling, hurt
them! Hurt them!”

She threw back her head and thrust her tits out toward her pain.

“You – you too, darling!” she moaned, and with that she reached up and dug her own finger nails into my
already abused nipples.

The pain shot through them again and, hardly knowing what I was saying, I managed to gasp out, “I know
how to make it better, Mom; much better. Let go of my nipples and I’ll show you.”

She released my nipples and I let go of hers and we gasped together as the circulation returned to them.
I opened my bedside cabinet and pulled out four office clamps. Turning back, I took hold of her right
breast, loving the firm, swollen feel of it.

I clamped her nipple.

She stared at me and moaned again. “Aaaagh! Do the other one, do the other one!” She thrust her left
breast forward, obviously craving the pain. I clamped her left nipple and was rewarded by a choked off
scream. “Oh god, darling, that hurts so good, it hurts so much!”

Watching her I was filled with an intense desire to share her pain. “Mine too, Mom! Mine too!” I handed
her the remaining clamps and she opened them one at a time and let them close on my poor abused
nipples. I know I shrieked as, once again, the almost overwhelming agony turned my nipples into nubbins
of fire and the intense pain filled my breasts.

We both nursed our pain wracked tits, moaning aloud and both approaching orgasm. I wanted to drive
her over the edge so I reached forward, grasped her clamps, and squeezed. She screamed out loud and
fell to her knees, pulling my hands with her. I squeezed again and she screamed again and fell into an
obviously intense orgasm, falling all the way to the floor, jerking and writhing as her sensations
overwhelmed her.

I was very close to cumming myself but I decided to wait for Mom to recover and then she could hurt me
enough to put me too over the edge. In the meantime I kept my self on the verge of orgasm by twisting
and squeezing my clamps just enough to keep me on that edge. It hurt, oh, it hurt, but I had begun to
need the pain almost as much as I did the overwhelming orgasms that the pain could give me and there
was further masochistic pleasure to be found in preventing myself from climaxing.

Eventually, my mother recovered enough to open her eyes. She stared at me, her mouth opening and
closing as she tried to form words. Finally, as her tremors diminished enough for her to gasp out “Leave
them on, darling, please leave them on!”

“Oh, mommy, do mine too! Hurt my tits some more!”

She struggled to her feet, wincing and moaning as her huge breasts swayed with her motions, her crushed
nipples filling them with even more agony. Lurching forward she reached for my nipples and the clamps
that tortured them. She grasped them.

I felt the pain in my nipples explode. My entire tits were filled with delicious agony.

I came.

I came as I had never cum before. I felt my pussy gush with fluid and glorious pleasure radiated from it
to fill my entire body. Like my mother before me, I fell to the floor, moaning and writhing as I became
overwhelmed with that pain induced cum. I lost contact with the world and existed in a universe of pure
pain and overwhelming pleasure. How long it really lasted I don’t know, but it seemed to last almost
forever.

I think I returned to my original, still painful real existence and lay there on the floor, moaning from the
continuing pain in my poor abused nipples.

“Get up, darling. Get up so I can bind those nice big tits of yours, just like mine are. Now, do you want
me to take the clamps off your nipples or would you rather keep them on? I’m keeping mine on so they’ll
keep me like this, just about cumming.”

I ran my fingers over the torturing clamps, sending a surge of pain from nipple to tit and straight to my
cunt.

(Mommy told me later that since I was a complete slut I didn’t have the right to call my breasts ‘breasts’
any more but always must call them ‘tits’ as someone like me deserved. In the same way, I have a cunt
and I don’t orgasm, I cum.)

“Nnnnn! I’ll keep them on, please mommy. Ohh, they hurt. They hurt so well.” Again I rubbed my fingers
over the clamps and almost screamed at the wonderful pain and simultaneous arousal.

Mommy actually pulled on hers and tears ran from her eyes. “Oh, God, yes! Mine really hurt too! Ooh,
thank you for this, darling, thank you for these clamps and thank you for all this pain! It’s wonderful, just
wonderful!”

I was still trembling from my overwhelming cum “I’ve got some more clamps. Maybe we could hurt our
cunts.”

“On our lips, crushing our lips?” She actually licked her lips at the thought. Mommy is so wonderfully
perverted.

“I wonder if we could do it on our clits. We could do it to ourselves while we watched each other.”

“Oh, god yes! I love hurting myself and with you here it’ll be so much better.” She leaned forward and
kissed me. Pushed her mouth against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back,
twining my tongue around hers and nibbling on her lower lip.

I was French kissing my own mother. Was I shocked? No! I loved it, loved the forbidden nature of the
act and loved her, not as my mother alone but as my partner in pain and overwhelming pleasure. I was
in lesbian love with her, with my own mother.

She broke the kiss. “I want to,” she gasped. “Oh, I really want to! Together, and then we can torture
each other. Now, help mommy hurt herself and I’ll help you.

I crawled to my bedside chest and bought out about a dozen more clamps.

She looked at them and licked her swollen lips. “So many, darling?”

“Inner lips, outer lips and clit.”

“I’ve never done that to myself before. But we have to get those nice big tits of yours bound. Oh, and we
need weights for our nipple clamps.”

She surprised me than and still surprises me once in a while. We are equally and wonderfully perverted
but occasionally she still surprises me.

“Weights!”

“Yes, darling. Every time we move they’ll swing backward and forward and hurt our tits some more.
Oh, darling, with you here I just can’t get enough!”

“I can’t either, mom. I didn’t realize just how much I needed this. I want it to go on forever. My tits
really hurt and I want more! Oh, god, mom – I’m so kinky and twisted!”

She kissed med again and we rubbed our pain wracked tits against each other’s, the clamps getting
entangled and further pulling on our nipples. We were moaning and whimpering into each other’s
mouths, but rubbed harder, trying to increase our pain and arousal. “I have to bind your tits.” She
murmured to me. “You’ll love it.”

I broke away from her, stepped back and lifted my already swollen and agonized tits toward her.
“Yes, mom! Please, mom! Make them like yours, all swollen and round! Tell, uh, tell me; does it hurt?”
“Yes it does, dear, especially around the base where I’ll tie you tightest. But your tit itself gets all
swollen and tender and aches really hard. It’s a good time to whip them.”

I was wondering if I could take any more pain, but my arousal from the pain was reaching incredible
heights.

I was a cum waiting to happen.

But mum had one spoiler in mind. “We’re going to have to take the clamps off our nipples – that is if
you want to keep them! You take mine off and I’ll take yours off.”

“It’s really, really going to hurt isn’t it mom?”

“Oh, yes! It’ll make you really, really scream.”

I was filled with a mixture of dread and of fervid longing for the torture to come. I faced my mother and
reached out to her nipple clamps, one in each hand. She did the same to me and we stood there staring
at each other waiting for the first one to make a move.

Mom cleared her throat. “On three, both together on three.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“one – two – three! And on three she pushed on the handles of the clamp. Before the pain could really
build in my nipples I compressed her clamp handles and pulled them toward me.

The extra pain was nearly overwhelming. Both of us sank to our knees, moaning and weeping, nursing
our poor agonized nipples and tits until the pain started to diminish.

And I came. Came again, writhing on the floor and unable to control the jerking and spasming of my
cunt, the jerking of my hips and body as the orgasm took control of all of me. It seemed to take an
endless time, time while pleasure and pain controlled every part of me but eventually I slowly recovered
until I was just lying there, breathing deeply and sobbing quietly to myself.

Mum rolled over to me and kissed me deeply. “We still have to bind your tits, darling. I think you’ll love
it.”

Something had been bothering me. “Mom, isn’t this incest?”

“Well, it would be if we were going to have a baby, but that’s not very likely, is it? Incest laws are to stop
inbreeding, not what we’re going to be doing to each other.” She smiled: “You’re going to get a lot in your
cunt, sweetheart, but not a real live unprotected dick, OK? Now, do you want those tits bound or not?”

I realized that I did want my tits bound, and the more I thought about it, the more and tighter I wanted
them bound. I lifted them toward my mother; “Oh, yes, mom! Tightly so they hurt!” I realized something
that I had really always known. “Oh god mom, I want them to be hurt, really hurt! Yes, oh yes, hurt them
for me!”

I returned her kiss, hard, driving my tongue between her lips and wrapping it around hers as I mashed our
lips together. “All of me, mom, hurt all of me!”

“Come into my room then, darling. I’ve got all sorts of nice things there.”

“You’ll bind my tits?”

“Binding will be just the beginning, darling, just the beginning. And, yes, they’ll really hurt.”

She smiled at me and kissed me again.

We climbed to our feet and she led me by the hand down the corridor and into her room. It was decorated
by pictures of women in torture and agony. She saw me looking around at them; “Mostly friends and
acquaintances of mine. They all need pain as much as we do and we meet quite frequently to torture and
be tortured. You’ll be able to join in now.”

“Now then, dear, it’s time to bind your tits. Most dominants use rope or cord. Not very wise because it
can take quite a while to get off in an emergency. I use releasable tie wraps, the long white kind with the
release tab on the connector. Faster, tighter, more pain and safer. Now, hold your right tit and pull it
forward.”

“I did as she said, grabbing my right nipple and pulling my right tit away from my body, deliberately
stretching it until it hurt. “Like that, mom, right out like that?”

“Perfect, dear. Now, are you really ready for this?”

“Yes, mom, yes! Do it, make my tit hurt!”

She passed the tie-wrap around my stretched tit, holding it against my rib cage where it met my tit meat
and pulled it as tight as she could. It hurt just as much as I had been dreading and hoping for. It hurt
where the tie-wrap bit into the base of my tit which hurt wonderfully and my tit itself was filled with a
growing and all pervading ache, a fierce ache that made my whimper. I reached up to try to comfort my
tit but mum slapped my hands away.

“Leave it alone! I still have to do the other one. Now pull your left tit out, like the other one so I can get
this wrap tightly around the base.”

I grasped my left nipple, still hurting from the clamp it had been tormented with earlier, and used it to
pull my tit away from my body. She quickly passed the tie-wrap around the base of my left tit and pulled
it just as tight as my right tit’s binding. Like the other tit it hurt as the tie wrap tightened around it and I
loved it. Looking down I could see both my tits swelling and standing out from my chest like two swollen
cantaloupes. The ache increased with each minute and soon I was sobbing and nursing both tits.

“Oh, it hurts, mommy. It hurts so good, it’s turning me right on!”

“Would you like me to whip them?”

by Guest Author Captain von Folter