This prompt is divided into three parts:

YOU : your character’s history and motivations. It may appeal to few, but if it does to you, trust that you will enjoy this roleplay

ME: my character’s history and motivations

US : the prompt of reefs and some perspectives

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YOU : who knows when love of pain, pure , burning pain , sunk its hooks into you.

You often think of this time, you were a middle schooler, and your secret crush chose you to bully, that day when 4 youngsters, all taller and stronger , decided to beat the shit put of you. Punching you in the sides , crushing your chest , kicking straight into your pussy. Your world exploding in pain and opening wide to something new, something beautiful, borne of pain , of pain turned into pleasure.

Maybe it started that day, or maybe you were always destined to become a painslut.

One thing is sure, since then you haven’t stopped chasing the feeling….exploring but not ready, not ready yet, to plunge head first, to plunge where pain never stops, never relents, never stops being, more, always more…enough- at least for an instant - to transport you there , where pain and pleasure collides.

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ME : just back from a long stint working in a third world country, where money and power made sure that I could do -and did -pretty much anything. I wanted.

Oh and indulged….tortured , maimed and killed to my heart’s content.

As you can imagine , now I’m both very experienced and very much this immense emptiness inside me, the empty space where a tortured painslut should be howling in terror and pain as I hurt her over and over.

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US: 

Yesterday was good, you think.

Not great, but good.

When your tortured of the day was belting your thighs with the leather of his belt, almost enraged by your resistance, you could almost glimpse in the distance , the subspace of pain/ pleasure you so desperately crave.

Maybe this is why, today at the supermarket, you are wearing this skirt too short, a little risqué, showing a lot of leg and more than a little bright red belt bruises.

It must be fate, fate that saw me standing behind her, me eyes looking down toward the pretty ass and the long legs.

And something unexpected….and quite interesting indeed.

Used to getting everything when and where I want it, I whisper into your ear : 

“Do not turn around, send me your address and the key under the doormat, 7 tonight sharp, be naked”. And I drop my business card into your pocket….empty except my phone number.

I stay behind you in the queue. To your credit , you never turn back, but I can see how you are playing nervously with my card in your pocket.

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A few last words (of warning maybe?) .

This is not a love roleplay or a sex roleplay.

This is about pain , how I give to you and what you make of it.

It may well be that our characters don’t develop a relationship beyond  the giving and receiving of pain. 

And maybe this is the relationship , the strongest there is, your life, your pain in my hands…for as long as you gift me this power over you.

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