Go for Platinum and punish the pretty elf girl.

You remember suddenly that the Golden Rule is some straight up biblically bad advice. You shouldn't treat Sur how YOU would want her to treat you. You should go Platinum Rule and treat HER how she would want to be treated. You don't see the appeal of pain, but Surthara does, and you don't want her to have to feel ashamed of that...though you do hope you get to see her blush.

"Very well, but if I'm going to dominate you, then I want a full canvas to work my art on. Remove your clothes...slowly." You take an imperious tone with just a drop of sultriness. You feel a little silly, like a Wish version of all the femdom demonesses you've pined for on porn sites. Still, your dime store domme routine works well enough on Surthara. She is already short of breath as she slips off her dress and reveals the leather corset underneath. She looks so exquisite as she fumbles with the buckles, every inch of pale skin growing pink as if her fragile flesh is allergic to your gaze.

"Hmm...what a beautiful girl you are...almost a shame to sully this pristine porcelain." You threaten theatrically, but Sur must be able to hear the earnestness in your voice, because you can see her small, sinewy muscles twitch under her skin like snakes under silk sheets. She wants you to explore her body gently and lovingly with your hands and lips until there isn't an inch you haven't touched or tasted, and she can clearly tell that you would much rather be doing that than playing Mistress, but she NEEDS a different kind of caress. You grab a crop off of the wall and run it slooooowly over her soft, somehow unblemished skin. She trembles at the touch, and so do you, but you manage to keep your quivering under control. You marvel at her angular hips and barely there budding breasts. Her cock looks like it's blushing, all raw and red and rigid. She is beautiful, a perfect image of femininity forged from steel and satin. "Just remember, the safe word is 'popcorn', but somehow I doubt you've ever used one."

THWWWIIP THWAP

The air cries out in pain as you pierce it with the thin crop, but Sur strangles her sob as it cuts into her skin across her tiny, tender titties. You feel an immediate pang of sympathy, but you strangle it too, instead watching and waiting for Sur to catch her breath. Her nipples grow puffier and more swollen and sweat appears in delicious drops on her upper lip, making you wish you could lick it clean, but this is for Sur, not you. It's strange feeling a slightly submissive thrill in fulfilling her fantasy, but in a way, you are the one serving her right now, and when it comes to serving, you've got a mean backhand...

THWIIIP THWAAACK

THWIIIIIP THWAAAAACK

THWIIIIIIIIP THWAAAAAACK

Your crop bites hungrily into her thighs and hips and ass. To her credit, Surthara takes each blow stoically. The red, gnarly welts rise up almost glowing against her pristine alabaster skin, and you know you would be out of your mind with pain if you recieved even one of these slashing strikes, but Sur still refuses to cry out or shed a single tear. Her skin shines with sweat and you can feel the heat radiating from her beautiful, battered body, but you can tell she needs more mangling before she is done.

THWIIIP THWAAACK

THWIIIIIP THWAAAAACK

THWIIIIIIIIP THWAAAAAACK

THWIIIIIIIIIIIP THWAAAAAAAAAACK

THWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP THWAAAAAAAAAAACK

Luscious legs run red and adorable arms are stained scarlet as the cuts travel across Sur's skin like a road map. You can tell it's leading somewhere magikal and miraculous, but you aren't sure where. All the painmancer porn is faked from what you've heard. Lust spell addled masochists and special effects with captions about transmuting pain into pleasure in illicit alchemy. True paincraft is secretive and hidden from the initiated. You aren't sure what you did to be lucky enough for Sur to share her secrets with you, but you suspect you are about to see something big. Whether in agony or arousal, you can tell the enchanting elf girl can't take another blow without bursting. You raise your arm high in the air...

"P-p-popcorn!" Sur cries out as her legs give out and she falls to her knees, tongue lolling and eyes rolling back in her head as her welts glow bright red and a sweltering heat fills the room. You knew in theory that painmancers could heal their wounds and transmute pain to pleasure in the process, but seeing it in person is quite a different situation. You can see her cute cock jump and twitch and drool, and it has you feeling suddenly on edge as well. You were so focused on Sur's pleasure that you barely noticed how horny it had made you. You join her on the floor to see if you can 'help' and her arm shoots out.

"Wait...what are you...AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You scream in euphoriagony...your body burning with the ruby red thorn covered cutting vines emanating from Surthara's hand as she shares her gift with you. You feel every brutal blow, only fed back through her twisted, thrilling, throbbing talent of melting down the anguish and torment and crafting solid gold giddy glee. You feel your body buffeted by trauma and bursting with bliss. Sur silences your screams with her soft lips, offering balm to your blistering blush and kissing you all better. You slide your hand down to her steel hard shaft and softly stroke it as she shoots jets of jism all over your arm. You both buck hips and suck lips as you share your first paingasm with the experienced elf.

After what feels like ages you stop cumming and you lie your head on Sur's shoulder, nuzzling her neck. Sur moans, "So was it good for you?" and you both burst out in giggles. You fall on top of her, tickling her sides, which you quickly learn is a formidable form of **** she can't endure. "HAHA HAAA pop HEEE HEEE coh HHAHAH popcorn!"

You pull back and lie across her, panting, "Wow...that was...wow." Sur smiles, perversely proud as punch and drunk on her sordid sense of accomplishment. You snuggle her closer, and not wanting her to rest on her laurels, you pinch her puffy pink nipples and pester her, "Now don't think you are off the hook so fast. Our Domination 101 class probably still has an hour or two left in it, and we would probably have to study after that as well. So, the way I see it..." you suckle her bottom lip before biting it hard enough to taste her whimer, "we've got a lot more studying to do...buddy."

Surthara's eyes go wide and wet as she realizes what kind of monster she has awoken in you, but she is used to dealing with monsters and rolls over so she can pin you down and respond, "Well, study buddy, I hope you know some healing spells, because I'm about to kiss you so hard it hurts..."

Luckily, you do, because over the next four hours your play goes from sufferingly sweet to sublimely stinging. You grind and writhe and kiss and suck and lick. She doesn't leave an inch of your body unkissed or unblemished and you do the same for her. She eats your pussy and ass like they were gourmet treats and you kiss and lick and stroke her cock like a lovely lolly, but only enough to leave her on edge before you explore the rest of her beautiful body with even more fiery fervor. You both lose track of how many times you cum and Sur almost does. In the end, you collapse as much in satisfaction as exhaustion...

Sur smiles widely and sighs, "That was sooooo fucking amazing. We have to study more often." She must see the subtle shift to your smile, because she adds, "But I'm not trying to tie you down. Well, maybe literally, but only because you look like you'd be into it. I'm still exploring. I'd like to explore with you...just not only with you."

You let out a sigh of relief and smile wider. "Thanks. I kind of want to give being a slut a shot. I think we should definitely be study buddies for now, and then see where it goes from there." Sur pulls you into a little spoon and you snuggle serenely. It's a magik moment, but like all things, it must come to an end eventually. Your stomach starts to growl and Sur has another class to get to. You part at her door with a more than friendly with benefits kiss, leaving you to wonder where things might go from here.