{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"6fffacb2-e8c2-489c-96b5-8b8723d3263a","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-11-25T15:37:44.755Z","title":"Leanne Gives Up Her Safe Word","slug":"leanne-gives-up-her-safe-word","shortId":"sksLcYa4","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Master Crowley has another visit from the masochistic Leanne, who wants torture without the \"out\" of a safe word.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"1ff0f5d4-b2cd-4854-a99d-8c8315e7dcdc","title":null,"summary":"\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safe Word\n\n\nThis is a story featuring my\nslave Leanne. The stories can be read ","wordCount":2558,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safe Word

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\nThis is a story featuring my\nslave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I\nhave not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to\nread them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when\nI have completed writing the stories):

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\n\n

\nPlaying with Leanne I

\nPlaying with Leanne II:\nTweezers

\nPlaying with Leanne III:\nRed Hot Needles

\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safe\nWord

\nThe Crucifixion of Leanne

\nLeanne Sacrifices Her Clit

\nLeanne Moves In

\n
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\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safeword

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\nLeanne had been coming to see\nme for some time when she said that she didn’t want a safe word any\nmore. It was some time after our most intense session, the one which\nhad involved red hot needles.

\n “I’m scared that, when\nit gets really intense, that I will say it accidentally.” she said.

\n “You have a safe word for\na reason.” I reminded her. “If the pain gets to a state you\ncannot handle then you have an out.”

\n“Yes, but if I say Quitter\nthen I stop being your slave.” she said. “I couldn’t bear that.\nI need the pain.”

\n Yes, I had said that if she\never said the word quitter\nthat she would permanently cease to be my slave. I was almost\nbeginning to regret that, as it was obvious that Leanne could take a\ngreat deal of pain, probably more than any submissive that I had\nplayed with before. But a master must be a man of his word. If he\nsets down a law it must be obeyed, even if it applies to himself.\nHaving Leanne give up her safe word could be an out.

\n I had recently obtained a\nspecial TENS unit, and various attachments for it. I hadn’t yet\nused it with Leanne. But I had been looking forward to using it. I\nhave always felt that there was something pure\nabout the pain from electricity. It just goes on and on, without, if\nused properly, causing any permanent damage to the slave. And this\none was not the sort you got in the shops. It was nothing like a\nviolet wand, which I had used before. According to the guy I had got\nit from it was the most intense one which was safe to use, of a sort\nonly slightly less powerful than ones used in places like Iran and\nChina. It was a proper electrical torture device.

\n “Very well.” I said.\n“What we will do is this. We will have an endurance session the\nnext time that you come to see me. I will torture you with\nelectricity for up to twelve hours, so we will need a whole day for\nthis. I will do all that I can to make you say your safe word. If you\ncan get through twelve hours of torture without saying quitter\nthen you can give up your safe word. Do you agree?”

\n I knew that the idea of\nelectricity turned Leanne on. She had told me all about her fantasies\nof South American torture in the 1970s. By then I had already written\nthe first Joanne\nstory for her, and I had been planning the other two.

\n “Yes, Master. I will not\nfail you.”

\n I hoped not. I really hoped\nthat she would not. But I intended to use the endurance session to\ntake Leanne way\nbeyond what she had suffered before, just in case it should prove to\nbe the last time that I got to torture her.

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\nThe day came of her torture.\nIt had to be a Saturday. We would have all day. I had purchased a new\nitem of equipment for this session: an adjustable gynaecological\nchair, one which had cost me a hell of a lot of money. I hoped that I\nwould get to use it more than once. The chair was all black leather\nand shiny metal.

\n Leanne looked nervous as\nshe divested herself of her clothing. But she did not try to wriggle\nout of what I hoped would be a marathon torture session. She went and\nsat in the chair without me needing to tell her.

\n I buckled her in place,\nwith padded buckled around her ankles, knees, thighs, stomach, and\nher chest (above her breasts). Further straps went around her wrists\nand elbows. I tightened the buckles as much as I could, knowing the\nfact that they were padded meant that I would not cut off her\ncirculation and cause any necrosis.

\n “Try to escape.” I\nsaid. She could hardly move. That was good.

\n “No backing out now.” I\nsaid. I had a clock in there, where I could see it, the alarm set for\na full twelve hours from now. “There are only two ways in which\nthis can end: one, you say the word quitter,\nand you cease to be my slave; or two, the alarm goes off on the clock\nafter a full twelve hours of torture, and you never get to have a\nsafeword again.”

\n Leanne did not say\nanything. But she did look frightened. She was breathing rapidly. Her\nfear was a turn on for me.

\n I got out this conductive\njelly, which would make sure that Leanne would really feel the\nelectricity without me turning up the electricity to a point which\nmight be dangerous for her. I had no desire to kill off the most\nextreme masochist I had yet encountered.

\n I put the jelly on my\nfingers, and forced my fingers up her arsehole, making sure that\nplenty of the jelly went up there. I did the same to her cunt, which\nwas already wet. Yes, the idea of this endurance session was\nobviously a massive turn on for my little painslut. Then I got a\ncotton bud, soaked it in the conductive gel, and pushed it up her\nurethra. More conductive gel went around Leanne’s clit, and on her\nareolae. \n

\n Then I began to get Leanne\nhooked up. I had a long, thin metal dildo, which I introduced to her\narsehole. With a little difficulty it went all the way up, to where\nthe dildo thinned, just before the flange at the end, which would\nprevent it disappearing up inside Leanne. Her arsehole closed over\nthe thin part of the intruder. \n

\n I didn’t put a metal\ndildo up her cunt, but a metal speculum. I opened it up, far enough\nso that it would be painful, and I could see deep inside Leanne’s\ncunt, to the pinkness within. I could see her cervix, for the first\ntime.

\n I eased a small,\npencil-like probe up Leanne’s urethra. I taped it into place so\nthat it wouldn’t slide out. \n

\n I taped a pair of wires on\nLeanne’s left areola, either side of her nipple. Then I taped two\nmore wires on her right areola, either side of her right nipple. In a\nstory, of course, I might have written that I crushed her nipples in\ncruel alligator clamps. But this was real life, and you couldn’t\nwear alligator clamps for twelve hours, not unless you wished to risk\nnecrosis (and I didn’t want Leanne’s nipples falling off, they\nwere too much fun to play with). And I had to have the contacts\neither side of the nipple so that the electricity would run through\nthe area between the wires, and not through Leanne’s chest. It\navoided the electricity going anywhere near her heart.

\n Finally, there was her clit\nto be dealt with. I used more tape to hold her clitoral hood out of\nthe way, as much as I could. Then I taped two bare wires in place,\nwith the end of the wires touching her clit, one on the left, and one\non the right. The electricity from those would go right through her\nbig clit. I was glad that her clit was so big. It was something to\nplay with, so big and so sensitive.

\n “We’re ready.” I\nsaid. All of the wires and devices were attached to a big metal box\nwith dials. \n

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\nI started slowly, on level\none, asking Leanne how it felt. I ran the electricity just through\nher left nipple, to begin with.

\n “It’s a bit like the\nviolet wand. But with a bit more bite.” Leanne said. I didn’t\ntell her that we were only on 1, and that the machine could go up to\na hundred. And I was thinking about taking Leanne through the\nnumbers, bit by torturous bit.

\n I played around with the\nsettings for an hour and a half, taking the setting up to ten, then\nlowering it, so that Leanne never knew what was coming next. I’d\nsend the volts to her arsehole and pussy, then to her nipples, then\nher clit and her urethra. I loved the sounds of pain she made,\nsometimes screaming, sometimes going yip, but never saying quitter.\nIt was clear that she was in a lot of pain. But I couldn’t resist.\nI liked to see her body turn into a sold muscle, moving the little\nwhich she was allowed, when the electricity went through her.

\n After an hour and a half or\nso I got out a speculum, and replaced the metal dildo with it. I\nopened up Leanne as much as I could, so that I could see deep inside\nher. Leanne gasped, but did not say anything.

\n I got a little pencil torch\nand shone it inside her. I could see her cervix. It was time for an\nattachment I had never used before, on anybody, and might never get\nto use again. It was this flexible black tube like thing, but with\nelectrodes on its head and along its sides. I greased up the end of\nthe tubes, using electrical gel (of course). It was time to torture\nLeanne where she had never been tortured before.

\n I fed the tube into\nLeanne’s cunt, until the end of the tube touched Leanne’s closed\ncervix. I didn’t stop there, though. I pushed, gently, until it\nbegan to slither into her cervix, where nothing had ever been before.

\n “What are you doing?”\nLeanne asked. \n

\n “I am going to shock you\ndeep inside.” I said. “There is only one way to stop it, and that\nis to say quitter.\nOtherwise, I will shock not only your cervix, but inside your uterus.\nI will only do this torture this once. If you can handle this then I\nsuspect that you will be able to handle any torture, Leanne. Or you\ncan break, say quitter\nand leave.”

\n I kept feeding the tube\ninto Leanne. She was now saying prayers to herself. I could see her\nlips moving. And she was sweating like a stuck pig. Eventually the\ntube met resistance, and I knew that it had hit the back wall of her\nuterus. The uterus is only around three inches long, the cervix less\nthan that. \n

\n I turned the setting down\nto one. Any electric shock inside Leanne’s uterus and cervix would\nbe bad enough, and I didn’t want to do any real damage. But\npsychological damage was a different thing. Leanne would think that\nit was a lot more powerful than it was.

\n “I’m turning it up to\nten.” I lied, as I turned it down to one. I set the machine up to\ngive Leanne a one second burst, once a minute. Then I sat down and\nwatched Leanne be shocked in her most secret place.

\n Just a second, but Leanne\nscreamed and gave out imprecations to God. She begged and swore, but\ndidn’t say quitter. So the torture continued, Leanne’s cervix\nconvulsing tight around the tube with every shock.

\n I let it go on for an hour.

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\nFinally, after a total of two\nand a half hours, I got bored, and wanted to torture other bits, at a\nhigher setting. Being as gentle as I could, I pulled the tube out of\nLeanne. There was palpable relief from her. \n

\n I didn’t remove the\nspeculum yet. No, why bother, as it was hooked up to the machine? I\nknew that if I sent out shocks through it her vagina would try to\nconvulse around it. But, of course, it would not be allowed to close.\nFor two hours I shocked her urethra and cunt in such a fashion.\nLeanne screamed the house down, but did not say quitter. After\nanother two hours I got bored of that, and removed the speculum. Four\nand a half hours had passed, and Leanne already looked exhausted. But\nshe still had seven and a half hours of the endurance session to go\nif she was to be allowed to give up her safe word.

\n I replaced the metal dildo.\nI turned the shock device back down to one. I had it on hand control,\npressing a button to shock her not for one second, but several. \n

\n Every five minutes I turned\nup the setting by one. I kept shocking Leanne, making her scream,\nmaking her beg God for the strength to carry on. Somehow she did not\nfaint. Nor did she quit. For the next four and a half hours I kept\nthis up, really torturing my slave. This was no play BDSM. Any normal\nperson would have broken hours ago. But Leanne still had a need to be\na martyr. On some level she welcomed the pain, however intolerable it\nmight be. But everybody has a breaking point.

\n I glanced at the readout on\nthe machine. We were still only on level 50, and I could tell that\nLeanne was near braking point, but she still had another three hours\nto go. I had three options: wimp out and end the session there; have\nLeanne say quitter\nand end our sessions for good; or cheat. I decided to cheat. Of\ncourse I did,

\n “Leanne, I can see that\nyou’re struggling.” I said. “Do you want the gag?”

\n The only other time we had\nused the gag had been when I had pierce her body with red hot\nneedles.

\n “Yes, please, master.”\nLeanne said, in a faint voice. I buckled it into her mouth before she\nhad an opportunity to change her mind. I made sure that it would not\nfall out.

\n Then I took off the wires\nby her nipples, just in case. \n

\n “Leanne, I am going to\nturn the machine up to 100. Then I am going to leave you until the\ntime is up. There will be no way that you will be able to stop it.”

\n Her eyes pleaded at me not\nto go. I ignored their pleas. \n

\n I put the machine so that\nit would give her a one second shock every couple of seconds. But I\ndid not set it to 100, only to 60. Leanne could not see the readout,\nbut would still feel an increase in voltage. Even sadists like me\nknow mercy, of a sort.

\n I activated it and left the\nroom. I could hear the screams around the gag as I walked away.

\n I left Leanne for three\nhours, suffering an incredibly painful shock to her arsehole, cunt,\nclit and pisshole every two seconds, and there was nothing that\nanybody could do about it. I went downstairs and got a piece of\npaper, to work out just how many shocks Leanne would suffer in that\nthree hour period. Thirty times three hours times sixty minutes. Five\nthousand four hundred shocks. I wondered whether I had overdone it.\nBut I couldn’t change it now, without showing weakness. I waited\nout the three hours.

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\nI went back into the play\nroom. Leanne looked unconscious. But then a shock came, and her eyes\nflickered open. At least she wasn’t dead.

\n I turned off the machine. I\nundid Leanne from her bondage. She was utterly exhausted. She spent\nthe next day resting in my bed. Her body would, in time, make a full\nrecovery. But, at least to begin with, she claimed to have reached a\nstate of grace, where she was closer to God, and he helped her\nthrough the pain. I hoped that I hadn’t broken her mind. But, by\nthe time that she finally went home on the Sunday night, she seemed\nalmost normal whatever that was for Leanne.

\n “I did it.” Leanne\nsaid, as she left. “I beat the torture. No more safe words. No\nlimits. From now on I can be tortured as hard as you like, and I\nwon’t be able to say anything about it.”

\n There was a strange light\nin her eyes, and I wondered whether I had done the right thing, as I\nwatched the naked Leanne walk down to her car. \n

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