First, dear readers, let me introduce myself: my name is Joanne and I am currently twenty years old.
\nWithout false modesty, I can state that I am extremely beautiful \u2013 An elfin face, blue eyes and jet black
\nhair. My body is an object of desire to all men and many women who see it. Muscular, big tits, narrow
\nwaist, curving hips, round buttocks and long, slim muscular, legs. A body to arouse jealously in almost
\nall women who see it and lust in almost all men.<\/p>\n
I live with my mother, a more mature woman of forty two years, equally beautiful as me in every way.<\/p>\n
We live in a very isolated and quite luxurious house, reached by a long and winding gated driveway. It is
\ncompletely soundproofed.<\/p>\n
I have been home schooled by my mother, a polymath, whose teachings left me capable of passing any
\nexam the state educational system might want me to undertake. I am currently working on my master\u2019s
\ndegree in electrical engineering.<\/p>\n
I am a consummate masochist.<\/p>\n
* * * * * * * *<\/p>\n
Strangely enough, it was not until I was nineteen years old that I became aware of my perverted sexuality.
\nPuberty had hit me like a train. Almost overnight I went from being a gangly teenager to being a desirable
\nwoman. A woman with growing breasts and all the other attributes of her sexual awakening. My clitoris
\nhad become amazingly sensitive and I found it hard to keep my fingers off it but obeying some strange
\nmoral imperative, I refused to surrender to my cravings.<\/p>\n
Then, when I was twenty, I could not resist my intense urges any longer and I surrendered to my desires.
\nI could not believe that I had let my so called conscience to deny me such pleasure. My orgasms were
\nintense and long lasting. If I had been able, I would have spent my entire life in orgasm. I found that my
\nneed for orgasm overwhelmed all other considerations and my college work suffered accordingly. I know
\nnow that my mother was completely aware of what was happening to me and what I was doing. She
\nwaited until the right time to make me aware of that.<\/p>\n
One day, when I was on the edge of cumming, I pinched my clit, hard. The pain spread through my
\nspasming cunt and I moaned from the intensity of it. But something kept me going and I kept pinching
\nharder and harder. Tears were running down my face until I suddenly flipped over the edge into the most
\nintense orgasm I had ever experienced. I was overwhelmed by orgasmic pleasure, writhing and spasming
\non my bed until the sensations finally diminished and I collapsed, panting and moaning.<\/p>\n
I wanted more and, as I recovered from the intensity of that amazing cum, I started to rub and pinch my
\nclit again. I rubbed hard and pinched as hard as I could. The sensations were amazingly intense and, once
\nagain that intense pleasure as I came violently overwhelmed the pain.<\/p>\n
As I recovered again, I realized that my pleasure had been multiplied by the pain I had imposed on myself.
\nIt was a revelation. I needed pain, intense pain, to achieve all my pleasure.<\/p>\n
Let me explain, it hurt a lot. Enough to make me cry but the overwhelming pleasure I knew would be the
\nresult of my self-torment made my suffering worthwhile. Also, I took pleasure from the pain as I became
\nmore and more aroused, not nearly as much as the pleasure from orgasm but more than worthwhile and
\nthese days it has actually become intense pleasure in itself. I have learned to equate pain in my erogenous
\nzones as pleasure, making my experiences as a masochist intense from start to finish. I\u2019ll tell you about
\nthose experiences later.<\/p>\n
With the realization that I needed pain to get the best pleasure, I started experimenting with ways to hurt
\nmyself, especially in my erogenous areas. I found that squeezing my nipples, hard, with one hand while
\nthe other pinched and twisted my clit would make me descend into a place where pain and pleasure
\nmixed. A harsh place, a place where my spasming body demanded ever more pain to fuel the flames of
\nmy lust.<\/p>\n
It was frustrating that I could only squeeze and twist one nipple at a time. I began looking for something
\nthat could really hurt both of my nipples at once. It wasn\u2019t until I used an office paper clamp to hold some
\nschoolwork together that I realised that such clamps could provide me the kind of mixed pain and
\nerogenous pleasure that I so deeply craved. The clamps were strong and were made of metal. They would
\nsqueeze my nipples hard and painfully, giving me the sensations I needed so badly.<\/p>\n
The first time I used the clamps on myself I was initially filled with a mixture of lust and fear. I craved and
\nat the same time feared the pain I was about to inflict on myself, but I knew that I would have to use the
\nclamps on myself and delay would not make the craving for the pain go away.<\/p>\n
I sat on my bed and pinched my nipples, leaving my cunt alone for now, pinched them hard enough that
\nthey began to really hurt and I started to moan and become aroused. I dug my nails into them and heard
\nmyself moan further as my self-inflicted pain increased. I felt myself getting wet and tried to hurt my
\nnipples even more. It was no use; I was hurting myself as much as I could. It was time for the clamps.<\/p>\n
I took my fingers from my nipples and picked up one of the clamps. It looked frightening and cruel and I
\nalmost stopped at that point but, taking a deep breath, I let it close on my right nipple.<\/p>\n
Pain like I had never known before immediately filled my entire boob and I had difficulty suppressing a
\nscream. My nipple was filled with agony but, almost immediately, I felt my arousal increase tenfold. I
\ncame. Came from just the pain and knowing just how much pain was to come. It wouldn\u2019t stop and I
\ncame time after time, moaning aloud and feeling my cunt spasm with each new cum.<\/p>\n
My right tit was stilled filled with wonderful pain and I knew that it was time to torture my left nipple.
\nAgain I let a clamp close on myself and once again came almost immediately as my left breast was filled
\nwith agony. I couldn\u2019t stop cumming and, dimly, through my mix of wonderful pain and intense orgasms,
\nknew that I could increase my sensations even more.<\/p>\n
I pulled on the clamps. I pulled on them, stretching my nipples and increasing my pain even more. I
\nactually screamed out loud and, not knowing how to stop, twisted the clamps.<\/p>\n
I came so hard that I fainted.<\/p>\n
When I came to, my nipples and breasts still filled with agony, I knew that I must stop so I squeezed the
\nclamp on my right nipple open and pulled it away. It hurt as much as it had when I had first clamped it. I
\ncollapsed forward and nursed my poor abused breast, holding it in my hands and moaning once more
\nfrom my self-inflicted pain.<\/p>\n
Straightening up I removed clamp from my left nipple and once more felt my breast filled with more
\nintense agony.<\/p>\n
I came again, again and again. It was wonderful, my orgasms even more intense than the pain in my poor
\nabused nipples. I wanted more.<\/p>\n
I wanted more but knew that I would have to wait. My nipples were bruised and swollen so that even
\nputting on my bra was an exercise in self-restraint. I couldn\u2019t damage them any more without them
\nshowing through my clothes. You may notice that I was more concerned about my appearance than I
\nwas about hurting myself any more.<\/p>\n
I was turned on and pushing my bruised and swollen nipples into my bra hurt wonderfully. I was wet and
\nknew that it would only take a little more stimulation for me to cum again. I had to wipe my cunt with a
\ntowel before I could get my panties on without making a wet patch on them and my jeans and even that
\nalmost made me cum.<\/p>\n
I was an orgasmic mess.<\/p>\n
And then the door opened and my mother stood there. My mother stood there, wearing nothing but an
\namazingly tightly laced corset, her breasts on full display and her smooth shaven pussy equally revealed.
\nEven more amazing was the way that her breasts had been treated, bound tightly at their bases so they
\nhad swollen and stood out from her chest like two cantaloupes. Equally amazing were the marks on those
\nbreasts, bruised and abraded stripes decorating them all over. Her pussy was equally marked and the lash
\nmarks decorated her hips and, as far as I could tell, continued to her arse.<\/p>\n
\u201cM – Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes dear, It\u2019s me, I\u2019m just like you, a painslut and, like you, I can\u2019t get enough. I\u2019m so glad that you\u2019re just
\nlike me. Now we can play together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Mom, how did you know about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve heard everything you\u2019ve done to yourself. There are hidden microphones in here and I enjoyed
\nhearing you hurting yourself. It really turned me on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut \u2013 but \u2013 why? I thought you didn\u2019t know!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve always known, dear. Ever since you started to hurt yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
There, in front of me, she stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples, took a deep breath, a breath that
\nmade her breasts jut out even more, and pinched harder. \u201cMmmmm – would you like to do this to me,
\ndear? Would you like to hurt me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Almost mesmerized I approached her, raised my hands, pinched her nipples and squeezed them as hard
\nas I could. She moaned but thrust her breasts out toward me. \u201cHarder, oh please, harder!\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t stop squeezing them. The feel of them between my fingers, the way Mom reacted and the way
\nI became wet from the experience, they all increased my own arousal. I dug my fingernails into those
\ncompliant nipples and was rewarded by a deep, intense moan from mom, \u201cOh, god yes, darling, hurt
\nthem! Hurt them!\u201d<\/p>\n
She threw back her head and thrust her tits out toward her pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou \u2013 you too, darling!\u201d she moaned, and with that she reached up and dug her own finger nails into my
\nalready abused nipples.<\/p>\n
The pain shot through them again and, hardly knowing what I was saying, I managed to gasp out, \u201cI know
\nhow to make it better, Mom; much better. Let go of my nipples and I\u2019ll show you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She released my nipples and I let go of hers and we gasped together as the circulation returned to them.
\nI opened my bedside cabinet and pulled out four office clamps. Turning back, I took hold of her right
\nbreast, loving the firm, swollen feel of it.<\/p>\n
I clamped her nipple.<\/p>\n
She stared at me and moaned again. \u201cAaaagh! Do the other one, do the other one!\u201d She thrust her left
\nbreast forward, obviously craving the pain. I clamped her left nipple and was rewarded by a choked off
\nscream. \u201cOh god, darling, that hurts so good, it hurts so much!\u201d<\/p>\n
Watching her I was filled with an intense desire to share her pain. \u201cMine too, Mom! Mine too!\u201d I handed
\nher the remaining clamps and she opened them one at a time and let them close on my poor abused
\nnipples. I know I shrieked as, once again, the almost overwhelming agony turned my nipples into nubbins
\nof fire and the intense pain filled my breasts.<\/p>\n
We both nursed our pain wracked tits, moaning aloud and both approaching orgasm. I wanted to drive
\nher over the edge so I reached forward, grasped her clamps, and squeezed. She screamed out loud and
\nfell to her knees, pulling my hands with her. I squeezed again and she screamed again and fell into an
\nobviously intense orgasm, falling all the way to the floor, jerking and writhing as her sensations
\noverwhelmed her.<\/p>\n
I was very close to cumming myself but I decided to wait for Mom to recover and then she could hurt me
\nenough to put me too over the edge. In the meantime I kept my self on the verge of orgasm by twisting
\nand squeezing my clamps just enough to keep me on that edge. It hurt, oh, it hurt, but I had begun to
\nneed the pain almost as much as I did the overwhelming orgasms that the pain could give me and there
\nwas further masochistic pleasure to be found in preventing myself from climaxing.<\/p>\n
Eventually, my mother recovered enough to open her eyes. She stared at me, her mouth opening and
\nclosing as she tried to form words. Finally, as her tremors diminished enough for her to gasp out \u201cLeave
\nthem on, darling, please leave them on!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, mommy, do mine too! Hurt my tits some more!\u201d<\/p>\n
She struggled to her feet, wincing and moaning as her huge breasts swayed with her motions, her crushed
\nnipples filling them with even more agony. Lurching forward she reached for my nipples and the clamps
\nthat tortured them. She grasped them.<\/p>\n
I felt the pain in my nipples explode. My entire tits were filled with delicious agony.<\/p>\n
I came.<\/p>\n
I came as I had never cum before. I felt my pussy gush with fluid and glorious pleasure radiated from it
\nto fill my entire body. Like my mother before me, I fell to the floor, moaning and writhing as I became
\noverwhelmed with that pain induced cum. I lost contact with the world and existed in a universe of pure
\npain and overwhelming pleasure. How long it really lasted I don\u2019t know, but it seemed to last almost
\nforever.<\/p>\n
I think I returned to my original, still painful real existence and lay there on the floor, moaning from the
\ncontinuing pain in my poor abused nipples.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet up, darling. Get up so I can bind those nice big tits of yours, just like mine are. Now, do you want
\nme to take the clamps off your nipples or would you rather keep them on? I\u2019m keeping mine on so they\u2019ll
\nkeep me like this, just about cumming.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ran my fingers over the torturing clamps, sending a surge of pain from nipple to tit and straight to my
\ncunt.<\/p>\n
(Mommy told me later that since I was a complete slut I didn\u2019t have the right to call my breasts \u2018breasts\u2019
\nany more but always must call them \u2018tits\u2019 as someone like me deserved. In the same way, I have a cunt
\nand I don\u2019t orgasm, I cum.)<\/p>\n
\u201cNnnnn! I\u2019ll keep them on, please mommy. Ohh, they hurt. They hurt so well.\u201d Again I rubbed my fingers
\nover the clamps and almost screamed at the wonderful pain and simultaneous arousal.<\/p>\n
Mommy actually pulled on hers and tears ran from her eyes. \u201cOh, God, yes! Mine really hurt too! Ooh,
\nthank you for this, darling, thank you for these clamps and thank you for all this pain! It\u2019s wonderful, just
\nwonderful!\u201d<\/p>\n
I was still trembling from my overwhelming cum \u201cI\u2019ve got some more clamps. Maybe we could hurt our
\ncunts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn our lips, crushing our lips?\u201d She actually licked her lips at the thought. Mommy is so wonderfully
\nperverted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wonder if we could do it on our clits. We could do it to ourselves while we watched each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, god yes! I love hurting myself and with you here it\u2019ll be so much better.\u201d She leaned forward and
\nkissed me. Pushed her mouth against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back,
\ntwining my tongue around hers and nibbling on her lower lip.<\/p>\n
I was French kissing my own mother. Was I shocked? No! I loved it, loved the forbidden nature of the
\nact and loved her, not as my mother alone but as my partner in pain and overwhelming pleasure. I was
\nin lesbian love with her, with my own mother.<\/p>\n
She broke the kiss. \u201cI want to,\u201d she gasped. \u201cOh, I really want to! Together, and then we can torture
\neach other. Now, help mommy hurt herself and I\u2019ll help you.<\/p>\n
I crawled to my bedside chest and bought out about a dozen more clamps.<\/p>\n
She looked at them and licked her swollen lips. \u201cSo many, darling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInner lips, outer lips and clit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never done that to myself before. But we have to get those nice big tits of yours bound. Oh, and we
\nneed weights for our nipple clamps.\u201d<\/p>\n
She surprised me than and still surprises me once in a while. We are equally and wonderfully perverted
\nbut occasionally she still surprises me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWeights!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, darling. Every time we move they\u2019ll swing backward and forward and hurt our tits some more.
\nOh, darling, with you here I just can\u2019t get enough!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t either, mom. I didn\u2019t realize just how much I needed this. I want it to go on forever. My tits
\nreally hurt and I want more! Oh, god, mom – I\u2019m so kinky and twisted!\u201d<\/p>\n
She kissed med again and we rubbed our pain wracked tits against each other\u2019s, the clamps getting
\nentangled and further pulling on our nipples. We were moaning and whimpering into each other\u2019s
\nmouths, but rubbed harder, trying to increase our pain and arousal. \u201cI have to bind your tits.\u201d She
\nmurmured to me. \u201cYou\u2019ll love it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I broke away from her, stepped back and lifted my already swollen and agonized tits toward her.
\n\u201cYes, mom! Please, mom! Make them like yours, all swollen and round! Tell, uh, tell me; does it hurt?\u201d
\n\u201cYes it does, dear, especially around the base where I\u2019ll tie you tightest. But your tit itself gets all
\nswollen and tender and aches really hard. It\u2019s a good time to whip them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was wondering if I could take any more pain, but my arousal from the pain was reaching incredible
\nheights.<\/p>\n
I was a cum waiting to happen.<\/p>\n
But mum had one spoiler in mind. \u201cWe\u2019re going to have to take the clamps off our nipples \u2013 that is if
\nyou want to keep them! You take mine off and I\u2019ll take yours off.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s really, really going to hurt isn\u2019t it mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, yes! It\u2019ll make you really, really scream.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was filled with a mixture of dread and of fervid longing for the torture to come. I faced my mother and
\nreached out to her nipple clamps, one in each hand. She did the same to me and we stood there staring
\nat each other waiting for the first one to make a move.<\/p>\n
Mom cleared her throat. \u201cOn three, both together on three.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded my head in agreement.<\/p>\n
\u201cone \u2013 two \u2013 three! And on three she pushed on the handles of the clamp. Before the pain could really
\nbuild in my nipples I compressed her clamp handles and pulled them toward me.<\/p>\n
The extra pain was nearly overwhelming. Both of us sank to our knees, moaning and weeping, nursing
\nour poor agonized nipples and tits until the pain started to diminish.<\/p>\n
And I came. Came again, writhing on the floor and unable to control the jerking and spasming of my
\ncunt, the jerking of my hips and body as the orgasm took control of all of me. It seemed to take an
\nendless time, time while pleasure and pain controlled every part of me but eventually I slowly recovered
\nuntil I was just lying there, breathing deeply and sobbing quietly to myself.<\/p>\n
Mum rolled over to me and kissed me deeply. \u201cWe still have to bind your tits, darling. I think you\u2019ll love
\nit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something had been bothering me. \u201cMom, isn\u2019t this incest?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, it would be if we were going to have a baby, but that\u2019s not very likely, is it? Incest laws are to stop
\ninbreeding, not what we\u2019re going to be doing to each other.\u201d She smiled: \u201cYou\u2019re going to get a lot in your
\ncunt, sweetheart, but not a real live unprotected dick, OK? Now, do you want those tits bound or not?\u201d<\/p>\n
I realized that I did want my tits bound, and the more I thought about it, the more and tighter I wanted
\nthem bound. I lifted them toward my mother; \u201cOh, yes, mom! Tightly so they hurt!\u201d I realized something
\nthat I had really always known. \u201cOh god mom, I want them to be hurt, really hurt! Yes, oh yes, hurt them
\nfor me!\u201d<\/p>\n
I returned her kiss, hard, driving my tongue between her lips and wrapping it around hers as I mashed our
\nlips together. \u201cAll of me, mom, hurt all of me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome into my room then, darling. I\u2019ve got all sorts of nice things there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll bind my tits?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBinding will be just the beginning, darling, just the beginning. And, yes, they\u2019ll really hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled at me and kissed me again.<\/p>\n
We climbed to our feet and she led me by the hand down the corridor and into her room. It was decorated
\nby pictures of women in torture and agony. She saw me looking around at them; \u201cMostly friends and
\nacquaintances of mine. They all need pain as much as we do and we meet quite frequently to torture and
\nbe tortured. You\u2019ll be able to join in now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow then, dear, it\u2019s time to bind your tits. Most dominants use rope or cord. Not very wise because it
\ncan take quite a while to get off in an emergency. I use releasable tie wraps, the long white kind with the
\nrelease tab on the connector. Faster, tighter, more pain and safer. Now, hold your right tit and pull it
\nforward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did as she said, grabbing my right nipple and pulling my right tit away from my body, deliberately
\nstretching it until it hurt. \u201cLike that, mom, right out like that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerfect, dear. Now, are you really ready for this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, mom, yes! Do it, make my tit hurt!\u201d<\/p>\n
She passed the tie-wrap around my stretched tit, holding it against my rib cage where it met my tit meat
\nand pulled it as tight as she could. It hurt just as much as I had been dreading and hoping for. It hurt
\nwhere the tie-wrap bit into the base of my tit which hurt wonderfully and my tit itself was filled with a
\ngrowing and all pervading ache, a fierce ache that made my whimper. I reached up to try to comfort my
\ntit but mum slapped my hands away.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave it alone! I still have to do the other one. Now pull your left tit out, like the other one so I can get
\nthis wrap tightly around the base.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grasped my left nipple, still hurting from the clamp it had been tormented with earlier, and used it to
\npull my tit away from my body. She quickly passed the tie-wrap around the base of my left tit and pulled
\nit just as tight as my right tit\u2019s binding. Like the other tit it hurt as the tie wrap tightened around it and I
\nloved it. Looking down I could see both my tits swelling and standing out from my chest like two swollen
\ncantaloupes. The ache increased with each minute and soon I was sobbing and nursing both tits.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, it hurts, mommy. It hurts so good, it\u2019s turning me right on!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like me to whip them?\u201d<\/p>\n
by Guest Author Captain von Folter<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A young woman discovers her own extreme masochism. She is taught about her urges by her own mother with whom she indulges, eagerly, in mutual torture and degradation. Continue reading