Hurt Me, Audrey

By Faye Duncan

Published on Jan 20, 2016

Lesbian

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HURT ME, AUDREY

Faye Duncan

F/F, Humil., Pain

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law.

Hurt me, Audrey. I know you want to hurt me. I know it gives you erotic pleasure to read about my self-inflicted pain. It shows you what a devoted little slutpuppy I have become for you to play with. I know you want to turn me into your cute little pain slut. You've wanted that since your first emaiI to me. I know you want me to be yours, all yours, to amuse yourself with any time you feel like it. You have told me often enough that this is your wish, and I am on this earth to fulfill all your erotic, sick, domme wishes. I know that, and I accept that, and I adore being your little painpuppy. I know you get wet reading about me in pain and humiliation, and knowing that it was you who degraded me into that state.

And I know I love you, and I can't stop myself from craving your approval. I have loved you ever since you wrote that first email to me. I have wanted to please you more than any thing in this whole wide world. I know it thrilled you to turn me from a strongwilled domme with many subby pets of my own at my beck and call into a simpering, diffident, devoted little subby pain slave. And I want to thrill you more than anything. I want to be the cause of your erotic fulfillment. I can't stop myself from wanting to please you.

At first, I fought hard to keep some shread of dignity for myself. I was a domme with domme desires to break and crush others and make them do my bidding. But you broke me completely and made me surrender totalluy to you. You rewarded me when I was a good girl and punished me horribly when I tried to fight back. Now, I crave only one thing, your approval. I want so much to be your good girl. Your very good little girl. Your obedient little subby slut girl. That's why I'm posting this on Nifty. so everyone can see just what a good girl I am for my Audrey.

So, following your mosr recent instructions, first off, I got completely naked for you. Then, I got down on my hands and knees. My udders hung down obscenely, and I looked exactly like the degraded subby slut cow you had turned me into. Like a good girl, I reached around to try to insert that very wide spatula handle I sent you a jpeg of inside my tight, virgin, bottom hole. I couldn't reach, so I had to squat down just like a bitch pissing in the snow and then reach between my legs to push it inside me. I felt so degraded doing this for my Audrey, but I knew it would make you tingle. Even trying to push the spatula handle inside me from this angle only got the very tip inside. I knew you wouldn't be satisfied with that. So, in frustration, I tossed the spatula asite and ran to my bedroom with my udders swaying stupidly and my bare feet slapping the bare floor. I fetched a thick vaginal vibrator from my night stand and pushed it all the way up inside my bottom. I use it on my vagina, so it is really rather thick, and it hurt me a lot going inside. God, how it hurt, because I just pushed and pushed till it was all the way inside me, no KY, no nothing. But I wanted so much to obey you, so I pushed it inside and just let it hurt me, because I knew that would make my Audrey get wet when you read my report of it.

I blush to admit that my own vagina became wet as I thought of what I was doing, and why. I was being Audrey's very good girl. It hurt even more as I wakled back to the living room with the vibrator stuck way up inside my bottom. I had to clench real tightly to keep in place because I would have been mortified if it had dropped out of me. But the pain only made me more excited to know that you would be happy with your very good girl when you read my report.

I got back on all fours with my hand mirror in front of my face so I could see my expressions as I carried out your orders. I really looked like a slut with flushed cheeks and this dreamy, far-away hungry look on my un-made-up face. The vibrator was stuck up inside me, and I thought about turning it on. But you hadn't said anything about my giving myself any pleasure, so I didn't. I felt like such a degraded little slut exhibitionist and longed for you to be there in person to watch me obey you.

I steralized a crochet pin by holding it over a cigarette lighter and then began pricking my hanging breasts. It didn't really hurt all that much, just a kind of sting that made me think I wasn't doing it right. Surely, knowing you, you would want me to feel a lot more pain than this. I remembered how horrible the pain in my breasts was when you made me tie them up with tight bungee cords till they turned dark purple. Then I got to my stiff little nipples, which were very hard, with the crochet pin, and then I threw caution to the winds and pushing the hot crochet pin into them. That hurt much more than I would have believed! I was sure I was doing that right! I was my Audrey's very good girl. I re-heated the pin so I wouldn't get any kind of infection, and the hot pin realy did hurt me as I pushed it into my nipples. My vagina began to leak juices, and I knew my Audrey would be so pleased if she were there watching me become her humiliated little pain girl.

I felt like such an accomplished pain slut and that made me proud and even wetter than before. I blessed you with all my heart for making me do all this. I felt so liberated. I felt like I had finally become what I was always meant to be. I hadn't realized before what a pain slut I really was. I kept re-heating the crochet pin and plunging it into my nipples. I thanked you over and over again as I got wetter and wetter and the pain grew worse and worse.

God, Audrey, it almost made me cum to do that. I had to fight with myself so hard not to cumcum. I knew things would realy go hard for me if I disobeyed you and came without permission. More than anything I wanted to be true to you and remain your obedient, good girl.

Then I sat back on the vibrator and opened my trembling legs. The vibrator shifted inside me and that hurt quite a bit, but I did it anyway for you to let you know I was your good girl. Then I re-heated the crochet pin and began scratching around on my soppy wet labia and clitty button, which was sticking our of its sheath. The hot crochet pin really did hurt me and I began to cry a little from the pain. But my tears were tears of purest joy. I was Audrey's very good girl and I was doing as I was told. I couldn't believe how wet I was becoming, hurting myself that way. But when I thought I couldn't stand amy more pain on my labia and clit, I rolled forward on hands and knees and began all over again with the crochet pin and my breasts. My bottom felt sooooo full with that long, thick vibrator inside me and I so wished it was inside my vagina instead of my bottom hole. But I knew I must obey your orders and not improvise.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I pricked my breasts and nipples with the heated crochet pin, and I saw a look on my face of such pure ecstasy that I nearly cried, I was so happy to be obeying someone who was really trying to understand me and what I really needed. My Audrey, I made a vow with myself that I'm going to try my best to be your bestest little girl and do whatever you say from now on.

I set my kitchen timer for one hour and I did everything you said until it finally went off. And now I'm obeying you with this report of what I did. My breasts hurt like someone had been beating them with a leather strap and my nipples really do hurt a lot. My breasts are kind of splotchy and my nipples are dark red and puffy. My labia are soppy wet and very puffy, and my poor clit really hurts me a lot from scratching it with that hot crochet pin.

My Audrey, am I your good little girl? Please tell me I am. Please. I did what you said. I did everything you told me to do. I was a good girl and didn't cum, though it was very hard not to. I'm so wet as I write all this down for you. My computer chair has this big wet spot, but I didn't cumcum yet. But please let me finger myself to a cumcum. I'll be good from now on. Please, Audrey, Please.

I'll even post this online under my name as you told me to. Just please let me cumcum and tell me you'll make me do other things that hurt me and make you wet.

Please, my Audrey, please. I'll do anything to please you. Anything at all. I'll travel to your home, so you can watch me in person. I shiver uncontrollably as I write this, knowing deep inside what you would do to me and make me do if I were really in your presence. I know I am truly lost without you. I will get on all fours, naked and vulnerable, and lick your adorable pussy after you have "pinned" me any way you desire. I know it will make me cry, but you will enjoy my tears and lick them off my adoring, upturned face. Then you'll stoke my hair and tell me what a good girl I am. I'g going to give you everything you want from now on because you are much stronger than I am. You have proved that to me. You know I absolutely adore you and can't stop you from doing whatever you want to me. And if I ever think I could break away from you, you will have pictures of me doing the sluttiest things that I will beg you to take so you can blackmail me any time you want.

When I come to your home, I'll beg you to lift my short skirt. pull my panties down and spank my bare bottom over your knee until I sob and beg forgiveness. I'll plead with you to spank my hanging udders. I'll beg you to shove your thickest vibrator way into my slutty pussy or my tight bottom hole, whichever would please you more. I'll get on my knees and beg you to torment me in front of your 11 year old niece, the one you told me about that just loves it when you do that for her because you want to train her right to be a teen domme for older women. That will make me extra soppy for my Audrey.

From the beginning, you seem to have known just exactly who I was in my very soul, and what I was. I guess it was from reading my stories posted on Nifty. You knew all along just what gets your little slut girl wet. You make me do all of those sick things you read about in my stories. You knew they would get my subby juices flowing. You knew at first I would whimper and shrink into myself, denying everything you knew. But you knew enough about me to know I would eventually agree with everything you said and embrace you for bringing me out. When I admitted everything and submitted to you totally, you told me that it seemed to you that it would be so much fun having a former domme like me to play nasty games with. You told me it was especially erotic for one domme to "turn" another into a subby princess. You said it was all part of the power thing that made dommes, dommes. You said the thrill was in making me beg for your degrading attention. You said you would get soppy just to ridicule me and make fun of me, especially in front of others like your little niece.

You were very honest with me. You told me that by the time you were through with me, it would became a regular thing for me to beg you to abuse me any way you chose, once I got addicted to needing your approval as my Audrey's very good girl. You told me I wouldn't ever be able to resist needing that, no matter how hard I tried. And you were right. You said your approval would become the most important thing in my world. And you were correct about that, too. When you told me that, I began to cry big hot tears. Do you remember that, my Audrey? And did you know I could not determine whether they were tears of terror or tears of joy. I still don't know.

I know you told me you got very wet thinking about the fact that high and mighty dommes like me sometimes do fall, and, that since I hadn't put up much of a fight, that I had obviously accepted my new status as your subby slut. I know from what you have said and from what you make me do that you so very much want to own me, to use and abuse me just as you know I know I deserve. I know it thrills you that, deep down inside, I want you to hurt me. You know I need to be hurt. I deserve to be hurt bad!

Do you really want to me hurt my breasts, my Audrey. Do you really want me to hurt them so bad? Do you want to make me cry and beg you to stop making me hurt myself? Do you want me to be so humiliated and in such pain? Do you want me to be yours alone? Do you want to make me hurt myself as much as you want me to. Do you want me to come back to you on my knees begging for more pain? Do you want me to surrender to my craving for whatever degrading, humiliating, painful thing you want me to do just to make you wet?

It has become so obvious to me that you very much like the thought of hurting me. Would I become even more devoted to you if you really made me hurt those cow tits of mine, really hurt them? Like with your brand on them? Would it make you tingle if you made me really, really twist my nipples and squeeze my udders until they were so sore Iwould feel it for a day or two and not be able to go to work because of it? I know you have told me you dream of having my puffy nipples pierced. Would pierced-nipples Faye love you even more than she does right now?

But you told me you wouldn't be satisfied with just tormenting me. You wanted everyone who has read my stories on Nifty to know just what you have made me become. You told me you thought I should write a little report about being your subby slut and post it to Nifty so the world could see that I belong to you, my Audrey. Posting a report like that would be a real tribute of my surrender to you that I could never take back.

And so I did.

This work is copyright (c) 2015 by Faye Duncan. You may download and retain a copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copy. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. Faye Duncan can be reached at: fayeduncan01@Yahoo.com

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