1. Diary of a Pain Slut - Week Four of Five


    Date: 8/27/2016, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Domination / Submission, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Female exhibitionist, Lesbian, Slavery, Spanking, Author: The_Technician, Source: sexstories.com

    WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician ( Technician666@Gmail.Com. ) Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Maddi’s Diary, Day Eighteen, Monday Dr. B can be so frustrating. He practically ordered me to have Mom watch me do one of my Beat Girl webcasts, and then he wouldn’t talk about it. Last Wednesday, he said he would wait until he had read my write-up. I wrote it all up for him and today all he said was, “Nothing ...
    unexpected occurred. I think we need to look more at what happened Friday and Saturday night.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I was being my normal pain slut self. It was just live at The Pit rather than on line.” “Who told you to take off your shorts and panties?” he asked. I looked down and said softly, “Shirley.” “Who ordered you to masturbate while you drank your whiskey sour?” “Shirley.” “Who soaked your panties in hot sauce and stuffed them in your mouth?” “Shirley.” “Who masturbated you to climax while the hot sauce burned your mouth?” “Shirley.” “Who did you call Mistress?” I just stared at him for a long time. Finally I answered, “Shirley.” “It sounds like something very major has changed in your life, doesn’t it?” “Yes,” I answered. “When I read your journal for this coming week,” he said, “I want to hear about what you and Shirley have done to clarify your relationship. I also want to know what your parents think of it, as well as hers.” He closed the file on his desk and said, “Think you can do that?” I nodded my head yes and he got up from behind his desk. “Then we’ll see you on Wednesday.” When I got home, I called Shirley. “We have to talk,” I said. “Are you having second thoughts?” she asked. “No!!” I said. I tried to make that sound really emphatic. “I’m not having second thoughts.” I tried to make that sound emphatic, too. I almost cried into the phone, “I’m having therapy session homework.” I know that sounded very frustrated and I wasn’t even trying to sound that ...
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