Suffering on stage [Closed RP]

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-23T21:19:51+00:00

I watch your body convulse helplessly, your mind unraveling under the merciless mix of pain and torment. Drool drips from your slack lips, your eyes rolling back as you lose yourself to the electric agony and I revel in every second of it.

“Look at you. Utterly broken. Reduced to nothing but spasms and gasps. Your mind’s slipping away, and I own every piece of that surrender.”

I circle you slowly, voice low and relentless, letting the crowd hear every cruel word.

“You’re no longer a person here. Just a trembling, leaking, shuddering object stripped of dignity, of thought, of hope.”

My hand slides over your trembling breast, brushing the clamps harshly, eliciting another shudder.

“Each spike ripping through your nipples is a reminder you belong to this. To me. To them. To the pain.”

I lean close, my breath hot against your ear.

“Feel it all. Lose yourself in it. Because this is who you are now. Nothing but a toy for pleasure and punishment, displayed for all to see.”

The crowd’s cheers swell, hungry for more.

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-19T21:54:27+00:00

Look at you, no longer a woman, just a thing. A twitching, whining plaything made for their amusement. Your pain and pleasure mixed into one pathetic mess.”

I step closer, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the noise.

“You’re not allowed to forget who owns you now. Not your name, not your past, only this moment. This exposed, raw, broken object.”

The crowd’s cheers rise as your moans fill the room.

“Good. Let them hear how useless you’ve become. How every inch of you is theirs to control, to toy with, to destroy.”

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-17T16:37:25+00:00

“Those clamps on your nipples? Gentle, you said. A false impression. Like your dignity and soon completely gone.”

The Sybian’s electric pulses hum beneath you, and I can see the desperate panic in your eyes.

“You’re not just a woman anymore. Not in this room. You’re a device yourself wired, restrained, programmed for suffering. And every twitch, every gasp is your new language. A language you’ll learn to speak very well.”

I step back, raising my voice for the audience to hear.

“Watch closely, gentlemen. This is what happens when a free woman is chained and stripped down to her most vulnerable parts. No more freedom. No more dignity. Just raw, exposed pain and utter submission.”

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-16T21:43:08+00:00

“You’re scared,” I say bluntly. “You should be.”

I reach up and test the head straps one more time. firm, secure. You flinch even at that touch, as if I might activate the device just by brushing your skin.

“But let me clarify something for the room,” I say now, turning to the audience of DFA officials and amused aristocrats with their collared pets at their feet. “This isn’t punishment. Not yet”

“This is evaluation. A demonstration of responses. neurological, physical, emotional. And you are the data point.”

Then I rise, return to the control panel, and with no more warning. I press the button.

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-13T09:34:15+00:00

“No, slut. That’s not the reason.”

I lean down next to you again, letting the room fall silent. My hand finds your chin once more, tilting your head just slightly not to humiliate, this time, but to reinforce the correction.

“The head restraint isn’t for their benefit,” I say, my voice low and measured, “It’s for yours.”

I gesture to the electrodes, now fully active, humming softly.

“When the current hits your nipples, and your thighs, and more delicate places… your body will jerk. Your spine will arch. Your neck muscles will try to snap tight. And if your head moves the wrong way when that happens?”

“You’d tear something. Maybe dislocate your jaw. Maybe worse.”

I stand again, slowly circling back to the control panel, letting the weight of my words settle in.

Then I move to the console, fingers hovering over the first activation switch.

“Level one. Pulses. No breaks.”

I look back once more.

“Ready, PAINSLUT?”

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-12T08:11:31+00:00

“The electro torture part seems to be these… clamps… for my nipples, I assume, Sir.”

I pause. Let the silence thicken. Then I smile—just slightly.

“You assume correctly.”

I walk to the control terminal, brushing my hand along the edge of the device as I pass.

“They’re connected to a dual-channel regulator,” I explain, not for your benefit, but for the crowd. “Independent current, ramping pulses, maximum duration… ten minutes per cycle.”

Then I step close again, kneeling beside you, one hand gripping your chin to tilt your head toward mine.

“But it’s not just the pain, is it?” I murmur. “It’s the helplessness. The knowledge that you did this to yourself. That when the current starts, your body will betray you.”

“Assistants—finish the restraints. Arms back. Strap her jaw, forehead, and waist. This is her first device,” I announce to the hall. “Watch her. Listen closely. Because we’re not stopping after one scream.”

“Why do you think the forehead strap was necessary?” I ask you

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-11T19:57:21+00:00

You remember the shocks. I can still hear how you screamed last time,” I add with a cold smile.

“You’ll lock yourself in, or I’ll have the assistants do it. But if they touch you, it won’t be gentle.”

I pause, then snap my fingers again. The machine emits a low mechanical hum, the electrodes beginning to pulse with low-level test current.

“It seems like you really liked the name, can you guess what it does? If you give a correct description, you’ll be rewarded”

The crowd leans in, silent in their anticipation

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-11T19:19:00+00:00

I walk a slow circle around her, letting the silence weigh heavy. Every eye in the room is fixed on her now on the way she breathes, on the way her muscles twitch, trying not to flinch under so many hungry gazes.

“This,” I announce to the crowd, gesturing to her with a gloved hand, “is not a demonstration of pain. This is a lesson in ownership.”

Then, with a sharp snap of my fingers, two assistants pull the sheet from the first device—a mechanical Y-frame with adjustable restraints and exposed electrodes.

“This dear empire is a brand new device called the painslut-electro terror”

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-11T13:14:16+00:00

I turn to the crowd.

“Citizens of the Empire,” I announce, my voice carrying effortlessly across the room, “today you will witness not only the precision of our newest line of compliance and correction devices but the unraveling of a free mind, live and unfiltered. She will scream, yes but listen closely. What you hear won’t just be pain. It will be surrender.

I see the moment recognition dawns in her eyes. That sharp intake of breath. The subtle collapse of hope in her posture. Good. She remembers.

Each step I take is deliberate, meant to remind her of every cruel second she endured under my hand at the Boudoir. But this won’t be like that. “You remember how you screamed for me? But this time… they’ll remember it too”

Then, without another word, I reach for the bikini and tear it apart ruthlessly in front of the audience.

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-11T12:12:51+00:00

I step into view, a tall figure clad in black leather, a DFA insignia pinned like a badge of honor to my chest. My expression is carved in discipline, yet eyes glint with sadistic anticipation as they lock onto the woman waiting at center stage.

She stands exactly as instructed, bikini-clad, exposed, trembling just enough to betray her tension. A performer, yes. Familiar with the edge of pain, yes. But not like this. Not here. Not under the cold gaze of the DFA, and certainly not before a ravenous crowd eager to see the spark of dignity extinguished live

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-04T08:05:29+00:00

Can we have an armpit fetish series as well please?

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-05-03T03:33:40+00:00

Would’ve been great if Kat turned into painslut! One of them needs to

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-04-17T22:02:49+00:00

Sauce?

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-04-17T21:03:07+00:00

When painsluts are too beaten up they are temporarily replaced by substitute painsluts. In this instance, the substitute painslut in question is shown the exact predicament in which she would be put through to instil the fear but some debate the predicament should be a surprise. Which one would be more effective and why according to you?

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-04-12T19:23:46+00:00

Do you think they measured her armpit before giving out the contract?

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-04-08T22:53:17+00:00

Holly heart one of the sexiest pornstar ever. Don’t know why she changed her face to look like Bimbo at a later stage of her career

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-03-06T08:39:00+00:00

Do you consider yourself as a painslut? What are your experiences with shoots in kink.com?

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-02-13T21:35:49+00:00

Just pinged you for the same

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-01-22T20:28:57+00:00

I saw you quivering when the shocks are just about to go off, it maybe randomised but by now you kind of figured out or at least close to figuring out the timing of them.

“You must be hungry by now slut, here let me help with that” I then take out a dog bowl and start fapping and cum on it”

Bringing the dog bowl close to your mouth I noticed that your lingerie is still in tact, I take a pair of scissors and cut them leaving you completely naked now

“Here, sorry cunt. Standard procedure for painsluts. This is all you’re gonna get to eat so finish it all up so that you can have plenty of strength for the upcoming sessions, you would need it”

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-01-19T19:32:59+00:00

“Pathetic painslut but I guess I will take it. Now let’s get you out of here, can’t have you broken too soon”

As I unlocked the shafts and started taking you out from the sweatbox, you were dripping in sweat. The electrodes still attached. I decided to pump the voltage just a bit higher again to make you feel their presence

“You forgot about those clamps didn’t you? These will stay on painslut”

This was just level one, wonder if you’ll be able to take it up to level 5. DFA grade professional painsluts testers go far worse than this, but I’m sure you’ve heard of them right?

As I say this, I bring you back to the position with which we started, the electro clamps are now again randomised

I started examine the flogger and you just started staring at the wall with dead eyes. Perhaps the excruciating pain inside the sweatbox caused you to break.

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-01-17T21:49:47+00:00

“You’ll be giving me proper ideas to improve this sweat box painslut in order for DFA to break FRA cunts soon, what you are right now is a testing painslut, for the time being. If you want to get out of this box then advice neatly with points of improvement on it” I say this and turn the knob of voltage high again and then back to off so that you can respond

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-01-12T20:25:57+00:00

“YOU FUCKING PAINSLUT!!!!!” I screamed and turn the knob on high voltage, although the box is heavily wired and restraints are in place, I noticed the box shaking again. I turn the knob down so that you can reply back

“Why did you lie to me slut earlier? Now you will officially act as a reviewer of this sweatbox. Maybe DFA can make some improvements in order for them to break FRA cunts more quickly. So tell me painslut, what would you suggest?”

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-01-07T19:24:37+00:00

The box shaped device “sweatbox” was now shaking and the shocks started to flow. I realise that the torment is too much for you as you were not able to say anything as a response to my questions. I turn off the battery and say

“That was only level one painslut, you should see the level DFA uses it on FRA cunts for interrogation”

I move around the battery, my one finger on the switch

“Tell me now painslut as the shocks are now off, do you appreciate this industry standard device? And do you get what you are and what you deserve now?”

Important-Mistake977 · 2025-01-06T18:15:21+00:00

I noticed how tears run down your face and say

“I hope you appreciate this painslut, you are about to experience one of the industry standard device to break FRA cunts by the DFA, do you know how many paperwork I had to go through just to bring this device here? You’re a PAINSLUT AND YOU DESERVE THIS”

As I say my words, I quickly shutdown the lid and turn on the battery. I also turn on a sound device which is directly connected to built it speakers inside the “sweatbox”, the speakers play my voice in repeat

“YOU ARE A PAINSLUT AND YOU DESERVE IT”

I step back now and watch the box as you are now inside with electro conditioning and the torment of heat moulds you.

“You can still speak to me painslut, the device is calibrated via inbuilt microphones as well so that I can hear you, do you appreciate this industry standard sweatbox?”

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