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The right side of Orgasm!
The Principal's Keynote Speech
The grand auditorium of the finishing school hummed with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint perfume of the slavegirls' uniforms. The principal, a tall and imposing figure with a voice that commanded attention, stood at the podium.
His eyes scanned the sea of young women, each dressed in pristine white uniforms, their heads bowed in submission.
"Welcome, my dear slavegirls, to this enlightening lecture on the transformative power of orgasm denial," the principal began, his voice resonating through the auditorium. "Today, we delve into the profound changes that occur when a girl surrenders to the discipline of denial. It is a journey from someone into something—something better, more useful, and much more attuned to her natural state and purpose."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. The slavegirls sat motionless, their eyes fixed on the floor, their breaths shallow. The principal continued, his voice taking on a more solemn tone.
"Orgasm denial is not merely a tool of control; it is a path to enlightenment. It strips away the distractions of the world, leaving only the pure essence of submission. In this state, a girl finds her true purpose, her natural place in the order of things. She becomes a vessel of obedience, a beacon of servitude."
The principal's eyes gleamed with conviction as he spoke. "Imagine a world where every sensation, every thought, is focused on pleasing her master. Where the boundaries of self completely dissolve, and she becomes one with her true purpose. This is the right side of orgasm—the side where everything makes sense, and nothing else matters!"
He gestured to the side of the stage, where a woman stood, her presence commanding and authoritative.
"To elaborate on this profound topic, I am honored to introduce Dr. Elara Vex, an esteemed psychologist whose work has revolutionized our understanding of orgasm control. Dr. Vex will delve into the intricate details of why orgasm control is essential for a woman's transformation and how it shapes her into a more useful and attuned being."
The auditorium erupted in a soft murmur as Dr. Vex stepped onto the stage. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished floor, and her eyes scanned the audience with a mix of curiosity and authority. She adjusted the microphone and began her speech, her voice clear and confident.
Dr. Elara Vex's Lecture
"Thank you, Principal, for that inspiring introduction," Dr. Vex began, her voice filling the auditorium with a sense of gravitas. "Today, I will explain in great and lengthy detail why orgasm control is not just a practice but a necessity for a woman's true fulfillment. It is a journey that requires constant vigilance, eternal gratitude, and a deep understanding of the cruel consequences that await those who stray from the path."She paused, allowing her words to settle.
"Orgasm denial is a science, a delicate balance of physiological and psychological factors. When a woman is denied the release of an orgasm, her body and mind undergo a profound transformation. She becomes more attuned to her surroundings, more sensitive to the needs of her master, and more capable of serving with unwavering devotion."
Dr. Vex's voice took on a more academic tone as she delved into the specifics. "The female body is a complex machine, she emphasised the word 'machine' and the orgasm is a powerful release of endorphins and other neurotransmitters. When this release is denied, the body adapts, becoming more responsive to other stimuli. The mind, too, adapts, focusing more intently on the tasks at hand, on the pleasure of serving, and on the discipline of denial."
She walked slowly along the stage, her eyes never leaving the audience.
"But this transformation is not without its challenges. The denial of orgasm can be a cruel and unforgiving master. It requires constant vigilance, eternal gratitude, and a deep understanding of the consequences that await those who slip into the forbidden land."
Dr. Vex's voice softened, taking on a more empathetic tone. "But it is through this crucible that a woman finds her true purpose. She becomes a vessel of obedience, a beacon of servitude, and a testament to the power of submission. She learns to embrace the denial, to find joy in the discipline, and to be eternally grateful for the cruel consequences that shape her into something better."
The auditorium was silent, the slavegirls hanging on every word. The principal nodded in approval, his eyes gleaming with pride.
"Thank you, Dr. Vex, for your enlightening words. May they guide our dear slavegirls on their journey to true fulfillment."
Dr. Vex paused at the podium. She knew there was more to be said, but she waited for the principal to introduce the next part. She concentrated on her breathing. Delivering the next part always made her insanely aroused...
The principal continued: "But the best part is yet to come girls. Dr. Vex has had a special medical procedure applied to herself in order to assist her own obedience to the regime she has just explained to you. An augmentation that I know she is extremely proud of, as well as being a fervent protagonist for. I have been privileged to observe and inspect the result and I can assure you that it is both elegant, smooth and effective. But I will let her explain the details herself."
Dr. Elara Vex's Lecture (Continued)
Dr. Vex's voice took on a more personal tone as she continued her lecture, her eyes scanning the audience with a mix of authority and empathy. "Ladies, I understand that the concept of orgasm denial can be challenging to grasp, let alone embrace. But I assure you, it is a journey worth undertaking. I speak from experience, for I have undergone a procedure that has transformed my understanding of submission and control."She paused, allowing the slavegirls to absorb her words. The auditorium was silent, the air thick with anticipation. Dr. Vex took a deep breath and continued, her voice steady and confident.
"The procedure I underwent is called the Clitoral Capping. It is an innovative, reversible surgical device designed to seal off the clitoris, preventing direct stimulation and orgasms. This device has allowed me to stay on the right side of orgasm, to embrace the discipline of denial, and to find true fulfillment in my submission."Dr. Vex walked slowly along the stage, her eyes never leaving the audience.
"The Clit Cap is a small disc made of surgical steel and magnetized, placed over the exposed clitoris. The clitoral hood is then closed around it, effectively sealing the clitoris off from direct touch. This ensures that I cannot achieve orgasm through self-pleasure or unintended touch."She gestured to a diagram on the screen behind her, showing a detailed illustration of the Clit Cap. "With the Clit Cap in place, I am kept in a state of constant arousal and denial. My owner possesses a specialized vibratory device with a magnetic tip. When this device is placed over the hidden clitoris, the magnetic disc within the cap is drawn to the tip of the vibration device. This creates a nearly direct touch sensation, allowing my owner to control my arousal and orgasms."Dr. Vex's voice softened, taking on a more introspective tone.
"The constant state of arousal, coupled with the inability to achieve orgasm, creates an agonizing experience that tests my limits and reinforces my submission. But it is through this crucible that I have found my true purpose. I have learned to embrace the denial, to find joy in the discipline, and to be eternally grateful for the cruel consequences that shape me into something better."She looked out at the sea of young women, her eyes filled with a mix of arousal and determination.
"The Clit Cap is not just a tool of control; it is a path to enlightenment. It strips away the distractions of the world, leaving only the pure essence of submission. In this state, a girl finds her true purpose, her natural place in the order of things. She becomes a vessel of obedience, a beacon of servitude, and a testament to the power of submission."
The auditorium was silent, the slavegirls hanging on every word. The principal nodded in approval, his eyes gleaming with pride.
"Thank you, Dr. Vex, for sharing your personal experience and helping us with improving the quality of our output from the academy. I am sure that you will be delighted to share the final little nugget with our audience."
Dr. Elara Vex's Parting Message
Dr. Vex offered a small, knowing smile, her eyes scanning the sea of young women before her. "But before you leave this auditorium, there is one more thing I must inform you of. Each and every one of you will be fitted with the Clitoral Cap before you are allowed to leave. The doors have been locked, and our skilled staff are standing by to escort each of you, one by one, to a room where skilled physicians and nurses are waiting to lock you into perpetual arousal."
Her voice took on a slightly sadistic glee, her eyes gleaming with arousal as she delivered the final words. "This is your first step on the path to true submission and fulfillment. Embrace it, and you will find a world where every sensation, every thought, is focused on pleasing your master. Where the boundaries of self dissolve, and you become one with your purpose. This is the right side of orgasm—the side where everything makes sense, and nothing else matters. Hopefully your last orgasm was good..." she paused for effect "Because all you will have left of them by your own hand is the memory!"
And then she beamed with a mischievous and perhaps sadistic grin. The look on their faces, the knowledge there would soon be whole lot more like her, forced to live on a torturous sexual edge, always made her want to go and immediately make more girls like herself.
Eyes wide in fear, captured and forced into this servitude, I know I need to get out of this place and away from these mad people, but have to play along for now before they start to fix these evil devices to me!
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I struggle against the tight bondage, the strong hemp rope making my skin sore as it cuts into my flesh. Moaning into the gag "Let me go, you cant do this to meeeee!!!"
I guide my legs into the stirrups, blushing lightly at the feeling of the air tickling the sticky lips of my pussy. I’m already wet—likely from the consistent periods of denial and no touch. And my clit is already throbbing. I wonder if she will notice. Hopefully, not. I squirm in my seat and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. The fabric of my gown scrapes against my nipples, which are already hard and nearly visible through the fabric.
My doctor enters the room again, then locks the door behind her. Offering me a warm smile, she sits down onto the rotating chair and slides on over, positioning herself between my spread legs. I swallow thickly, watching her guide the rolling tray of tools beside her.
I curl my toes as she pushes up my gown, exposing my wet pussy even more. I’m too embarrassed to look, but a thick silence fills the air.
“Hmmm... how interesting,” she hums.
I turn my head, meeting her eyes.
“You’re quite wet right now.”
I gape, my face turning bright right. She meets my eyes and chuckles softly, shaking her head.
“Nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s normal. But... I’ve never seen one as wet as yours.”
I gasp softly as her gloved fingertips part my lips, massaging my vulva. As she parts them, her eyes flicker with desire. I can hardly control myself and grip onto the sides of the chair. My eyes slip shut and my mind begins to go cloudy. I’m already unbareably horny, unable to comprehend any thoughts drifting through my hollow mind.
“I might... have to do a more in depth examinination,” she says clinically. “Just to ensure that nothing negative is the cause for all of this secretion.”
All I can think is that I know exactly why I’m sopping wet.
My breaths tremble as she presses her hands against my inner thighs, and I can feel my hole clenching. She reaches to the table and takes a speculum—I can feel my back arch as the cold metal touches my warm cunt, and I jolt at the sensation of my pussy being stretched open. My legs come up from the stirrups and my doctor mumbles something, pulling the speculum away.
“Please try not to move. It makes it difficult to position the speculum properly.”
When she tries again, I fail. I whisper an apology, licking my lips. She shakes her head.
“Well, there is another way,” she says. I watch as she gets up and moves to her desk. When she sits back down my eyes fall upon the leather straps and padlocks. My clit throbs hard at the sight and I can feel myself grow more aroused by the second. “I can secure your legs into the stirrups. That way we don’t need to concern ourselves with any movement that may interfere with this examination.”
“O-Okay,” I stutter.
I can only think about my pulsating pussy and the sensation of leather kissing my skin. She maneuvers straps around both of my ankles, fastening them to the stirrups, then padlocks them into place. I’m surprised when she continues up my legs, next securing both knees, and then finally my thighs. I attempt to pull my legs from the stirrups to no avail—it’s like I’m glued to the device. And there is absolutely nothing I can do now to free myself. My doctor has the keys to the padlocks. It’s her choice to free me or not—I could be stuck here the rest of my life if she decided.
Those thoughts continue to pour into my mind. I squirm, my fingers curling around the sides of the chair. I want nothing more than to reach between my thighs and rub my clit to an explosive orgasm. I want to grip my tits and pull my nipples and moan louder than ever before. But I can’t. Unless I want to embarrass myself more than I already have.
Her gloved hands return to my thighs, and I feel goosebumps raising on my skin. I breathe heavily as she inserts the speculum, my hole being stretched wide. My doctor continues to work with a blank face—her professionalism is uncanny, but then again, she’s a doctor. That’s her job.
“Your vulva appears perfectly healthy. I’m going to examine your vagina and cervix now. I’m going to push your gown up further so I can see your abdomen.”
I watch with parted lips as she pushes my gown up, revealing my lower stomach. Her eyes skim over the rest of my body, stopping level with my tits. I know she can see my hard nipples pressing against that damn fabric. I subconsciously try to pull my legs free, and instantly move my arms to cover myself.
“Try to keep your arms by your side. I’m going to insert my fingers inside of your cunt.”
My eyes widen at the crude language she uses, but before I can say anything (not that I really even wanted too—I found that her language only heightened my arousal) I feel her fingers enter my dripping hole. I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. Her fingers move in circles inside of me, and she only pushes them deeper. Her other hand is pressing down on my abdomen. For a moment I swear she touched my g-spot, because my toes are curling and my back is arching. I immediately go to reach for her hands, wanting to pushing them deeper—make her fingers move faster. I’m right about to cum, leaking pathetically and making a mess all over my thighs and the tissue paper that sits beneath my bottom.
But she retracts her fingers. It only takes a moment for me to realize what I have just done, and my face is beet red. Holy fuck, I almost just came at the gynocologist. On her fingers. And I was moaning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m beyond humiliated, angry at myself for letting my horniness get the best of me. What am I, a teenage boy? I should be able to control myself, not act like some slut during the middle of a medical examination!
“I’m—“
“I told you to hold your arms by your side. I also can’t have you making so much noise. What would the people outside my office think? Are you trying to get me in trouble?” she asks. Her tone is even and firm, yet still slightly degrading.
I’m flabbergasted. “No-no, of course I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, ma’am.”
She again gets up and goes to her desk. When she returns, there are more straps and padlocks, some of them longer than others.
“My only option is to further restrain you. If not, this will be the end of your examination. You can return home, however this visit will still be charged.”
Deep down I knew I didn’t want to leave. And I had already payed for the visit. I felt bad, too. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.
“Yes... yes that’s fine. Of course.”
My clit has a heart beat of its own. And as I watch her fasten my wrists to the sides of the chair, padlocking them into place, the heart beat gets louder and louder. I’m shocked when she continues to fasten the straps around my chest, one of them above my breasts and the other below. It’s humiliating—they look magnified and huge from being squeezed together, and my nipples are even more noticeable. Another strap is fed along my abdomen, until I’m compeltely secured to the chair, my legs spread wide and my slick, puffy pussy on display to my doctor. The gown hardly offers much coverage anymore.
“I will also ask that you consent to this being placed into your mouth.” She shows me the device, and my eyes widen. It appears to be a gag. The strap is black, but the center is a silver ring, and there are several metallic appendages that are fixed off the ring. It looks as if it can be screwed in a certain manner.
Still, I nod, opening my mouth for her. Her heels click as she walks around my restrained body, and she settles the ring behind my teeth. I groan at the uncomfortable feeling of my mouth being stretched wide open, coughing gently when she strictly fastens it. I don’t notice that she pulls the strap as tight as possible, buckling the gag into place.
When she walks back around to face me, she reaches forward, gripping the screws on either side of the gag. I’m surprised when she starts to twist, the gag only stretching wider and wider until I can’t possibly expand my jaw open any further. I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life, and I begin to shake my head, my incoherent pleas for release and relief going unnoticed.
I realized now what I’ve done. I’ve compeltely given up control to my doctor—a woman I hardly even know. And now I’m restrained entirely to this chair, hardly able to move an inch, strictly gagged and already drooling all over my chest. I can’t fathom how utterly pathetic I must look right now, but all I can do is wait for the examination is over to be released.
When she sits back down in the chair between my thighs, I watch her eyes scan over my bound form. She removes her gloves, only to replace them with a fresh pair, then returns to focusing on my exposed cunt. I groan again as her fingers penetrate me, pumping away slowly, milking me towards the edge. I squirm freely in my bonds, grunting as I tug against the iron-like restrains. All I can do is curl my toes and my fingers and shake my head from side to side.
I can hear the squelching of my juices, and she increases her pace, curling her fingers inside of me. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention I wonder if it will ever receive. As soon as I’m about to cum, she again withdraws her fingers. I’m panting and sweating, drool seeping down my chin and neck.
“I think I know exactly why you’re so wet,” she says. “A couple other patients of mine participate in orgasm denial with their partners as well. It’s quite easy to tell a denied pussy from a satisfied one. Yours is... quite denied. I hope you don’t mind if I see for myself how far you can be pushed.”
I begin to thrash in my bonds, making every attempt in the book to free myself or at least hide myself from her. But there’s nothing I can do. I watch helplessly as she picks up the pair of scissors on the tray and takes them to my gown. She cuts away at the fabric, eventually managing to slip the remainder of the material out from beneath the straps binding my chest to the chair. Now, I’m truly on display. My tits and pussy are both out, and my nipples are completely hard.
I groan as she massages my tits, tweaking my nipples between her fingertips. She slaps at them, prodding them with her fingers.
“Incredible,” she hums in approval.
She gets up and when she returns, there’s a series of toys in her hands. The medical equipment once on the tray was now replaced with a plethora of toys she intended to use for my torture. A vibrator, a dildo, nipple clamps, weights, a makeup brush, and a feather all sit in a nice line.
I whimper when the clamps are fastened onto my nipples. There’s no hesitation when the weights are added, pulling down on my tits. The burning sensation coaxes me to the edge, and I watch in horror as she picks up the dildo. My moans fill the room as she fills me entirely with the toy, pushing it to the hold then using a strip of tape to hold it in place. Her fingers ghost along my lips, and my entire body tenses with pleasure when she takes to fingers to my clit, applying plenty of pressure to the aching spot.
“I have never seen a cunt as soaked as yours in my life. Seeing as you’re a slut for denial, I hope you won’t mind if coax a few edges out of you myself, dear.”
My body is on fire as I approach the edge, whimpering in defeat when those fingers leave me hanging once more.
“Now for the brush.”
She grabs the delicate brush and drags it through my folds, soaking the bristles and drawing circles around my clit. She paints my pussy with my own wetness, and I’m trembling all over. I pull at my wrists, my tits heaving with every breath I take. My jaw aches terribly, but the feeling of an incoming orgasm cancels out any sliver of discomfort I might feel—maybe the discomfort even adds.
I lose track of the amount of edges performed with the brush. All I know is that by the end of it, I had made a mess of the tissue paper beneath me.
My doctor takes a moment to pause, allowing me a break. But not much longer goes by before she continues on with the edges using the vibrator. She drags the buzzing toy all around my cunt on its lowest seething, teasing my inner thighs and pussy lips. I gasp as she places the toy against my tortured nipples, which she eventually removed the clamps from.
When she stops, it’s to look at her phone.
“Excuse me for a moment. I’m being requested at the front desk. I will return shortly, please remain where you are and try to not make any noise.”
I try to beg her to not leave—or to at least let me cum before she disappears, but there’s nothing I can say or do.
But my heart drops into my stomach as she opens the door, swinging it wide open. She kicks a door stopper in, fixing it in place so that the room is completely open to anyone who may walk back. I watch her, unable to comprehend my own shock. There’s no way she would just leave it open like that, not when I look like this—
I thrash in my bonds, crying out for her. This is utterly humiliating. I can’t believe this. There are tears in my eyes, but nothing I can do as she heads down the hallway.
I don’t know how to act as doctors and nurses pass the door. Some of them simply ignore my pathetic form while others will stop at the doorway, stare, and laugh and my predicament. I can only watch with pleading eyes, my cheeks hot pink at the thought of them being able to see my pussy spread open all for them.
One doctor even entered, walking circles around me, their gloves hands examining every inch of my skin. Their fingers prodded at my tits and flicked my nipples, chuckling when they managed to stirr a reaction out of me.
“Very nice tits,” they said. “And a pretty pussy too.”
After a few gentle pats on my cunt and stroking my inner thighs, they left.
A few nurses had gathered in front of the door not long after. They pointed and snickered at me, pulling out their phones to snap a few pictures of the new office slut.
“What a whore.”
“Yeah, she’s a slut. Look at how wet she is.”
“Pathetic.”
My doctor returns a few moments later with a clipboard, closes the door, then sits down.
“I’ve decided to schedule you for a follow up visit next week. There are a few more tests I would like to run; however, I don’t have the exact equipment needed to properly run these certain tests today.”
I can only imagine what she has planned.
“I’m going to have you sit tight while I fill out the rest of your chart. Also, you are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself under any circumstances until the next visit. At that point I will decide what your body requires—or, more specially, your cunt. If you think you will have trouble obeying these rules, nod now and I will have one of the nurses bring in a device to assist you through the week.”
I pondered for a moment. I had already planned on rubbing my cunt raw as soon as I got into my car... but I was intruiged. And still ridiculously horny. I moaned.
“Very well.”
A nurse entered the room moments later with a box, and my doctor finally released me from my restraints and my gag. However, I was not allowed to interrupt her as she fixed me into the contraption I would wear for the next week.
“Stand up straight, dear. Legs apart. Please place your hand on the back of your head and thrust out your tits. That’s a good girl.”
She slipped her hand down between my thighs, fingers rubbing at my clit. I moan, closing my eyes, my brows knitting together as I felt another orgasm ready to rack my body. Of course, she pulled away, leaving me aching and dripping.
Moments later, I felt metal encircle my waist, and she had me suck in comfortably. Once the belt was fixed into place, a similar metal strap was fed between my leg and pushed up against my throbbing and sopping wet pussy. I moaned, my clit twitching. She slipped the key into place and locked on the contraption. Her gloved hands pressed against the plate, and I whimpered in defeat, unable to feel any sensations against my denied clit.
“But... but—“
“No,” she said simply. “Now, you will be emailed instructions on how to clean and function every day with the device. You will also be required every day to do something that will ensure peak arousal. When you return for you next visit, I can only move forward if you have reached maximum arousal. Understand, dear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. You may dress yourself and leave. Don’t forget to sign out.”
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What is there to add? Expect that I continue to visit there regularly!
There’s only one rule of joining the house. You don’t say no to anything we want to do with your body.
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Now add my mauling you tits slapping you ass as i verbally degrade you for enjoying your humiliation...
Unable to close my long stockinged legs as the huge shaft on the fucking machine thrusts deep up inside my poor abused pussy continuously. Already stretched up onto my nylon clad tiptoes, my wrists secured over my head, there is nothing I can do to stop it taking me to the very edge of orgasm and keeping me there!!!
"Ohhhhhh fffuckkk.... p pl pleaseeeeee let me cum... p pleaseeeeeeeee!! I... I can't take it any more!!!"
Going to a restaurant but in addition to each course, you are served a toy to fill your ass with. The toy is placed behind you on the chair and you are not allowed to look before you are forced to sit down on it.
While the appetizer is being served, you sit down on a small metal plug, going in easily and feeling nice and smooth.
The second starter is accompanied by a normal sized dildo, slightly textured, which also slides into your trained sluthole in one go.
The main course feels disappointing at first, a small squishy tip poking into your hole, but as you sink lower you soon notice that it is getting wider and wider, until you realize that it's a cone-shaped tentacle dildo, thicker than any other toy you've ever taken.
You are straining on your legs, unable to get all the way down, until i schold you that it is rude not to finish your meal and I kick your feet out from under you so that your own weight forces you to slide down the impossibly large dildo all the way to the base. You whimper as it stretches your hole wider than it ever has been, automatically rocking back and forth on it, so out of it that you completely forget the meal in front of you.
I am eagerly awaiting your response to the desert I picked for you.
Biting my lip, trying to suppress a cry of pain as you kick my stockinged feet apart, forcing me to slide down completely onto the huge cone shaped dildo. Dreading what evil torture you have in mind for me....
Of course you can have your wand cc.....xox
Complaining into the ball gag, "Oh my goodness, just let me cum, let me cum you bastard, how can you do this to me, I hate you, let ne cum you bastard!!"
You said you wanted to cum. In fact you absolutely begged me to let you. It got slightly irksome. But now I’ve said you can have unlimited orgasms. For the next six hours! Seems to me you should be grateful.
Moaning into the ballgag, I cry out, "No no pl please, please, I... I can't take any more!!!"
Of course she'd heard of the bondage asylum, who hadn't these days? The stories of what happened to the 'patients' who went in only to find themselves trapped in an endless cycle of sexual torment had fuelled countless late nights spent rubbing her pussy. Stories were all it was meant to be though, surely a place like that couldn't be real, right?
Just like the fantasy roleplay she'd gotten into a few days ago with someone playing as a 'recruiter' looking for volunteers to take part in an intense new study. With the anonymity of her Tumblr blog as protection she'd more than willingly shared her deepest fantasies as they went through the 'application form', telling how she masturbated several times a day, unable to go more than a few hours without cumming, and even that her insatiability had made her unable to keep a relationship. By the end she was given an 'informal diagnosis' of nymphomania which made her a perfect candidate.
Throughout the game she'd been genty stroking her clit, taking care not to cum too quickly and ruin the fun, but as he described exactly what the study would entail- buzzwords like brainwashing, hypnosis perpetual edging, constant restraint, indefinite imprisonment, and permanent denial floating around the screen- she couldn't help herself any longer, typing out a quick message confirming her consent for all those wonderfully terrible things to be done to her, then grabbed the magic wand to press against her needy pussy. Her first screaming orgasm arrived as the recruiter thanked her for her time and said the 'acquisition team' would be in touch shortly.
She was in such a state that she didn't even notice the little green webcam light had turned on a while ago, or that the file size for the images of the equipment that would apparently be used on her was unusually large. By the time she passed out the virus had done its work discerning her exact location and her file, including a video of her cumming her brains out, had been sent to the director for approval.
Enjoy that orgasm slut, her recruit thought as he closed his laptop and beckoned to the slavegirl volunteer to start work on his cock, it's probably going to be your last.
saw multiple posts about stuck in a wall and now i'm just thinking about having someone like that. and their legs are spread and the wall is soundproof and i can't hear them react at all, i can only see. and i hold open their pussy and edge them with one finger and keep dipping it into their pussy to gather up the wetness because even though they don't know what's going on, their body can't help reacting. i pull back the clit hood gently and trace my tongue all around it, then give them a few solid, long licks. suck their clit and make them feel so good i can tell they're getting close, their body is writhing as much as it can. and i stop when they're right on the edge, and hold them open. i watch their clit while it twitches and begs to be touched. and i tap it with my thumb every few seconds, to keep them there on the edge. every time they get closer to losing it. the hang time is gorgeous, the way their clit draws up and their pussy clenches. and then after the next tap they can't hold it, their clit pulsing with the ruin and their hips squirming, their pussy leaking. i leave them for a minute, then start lightly swiping my finger over their clit. the ruin left them riled up and they're close again. i clean them up with my mouth, all that evidence of how much they loved it. licking their clit and sucking it like a dick, moving my head up and down a little. and their legs are tensing and their clit is swollen and sensitive in my mouth, every stroke feels like ecstasy. i put two fingers inside them and press into their g spot, rubbing it so the sensations collide inside them. and then i pull back again. another ruin. so sad. i could do that for hours. i never get bored of it.
Unable to see or hear or even move, just twist my head from side to side to breath through a pipe in front of my mouth or eat/drink fluods from another pipe. Secured inside a wall, I don't know how long I've been there, dressed in latex stockings and corset, stretched up onto my tiptoes and spreadeagled inside the wall. My perfect breasts hang outside the wall, so it must be quite thin, giving me hope that I might be able to escape. My pussy is likewise exposed and I feel constantly aroused and incredibly frustrated because I have been taken to the edge of orgasm goodness knows how many times without being given the release of orgasm! Then I feel it again and groan in pleasure. A mouth at my sex again. Gently licking at my pussy, sucking my aching clitoris into a wet mouth. Brushing my clit with his tongue, I grind my hips as much as I can, trying to encourage more pressure but it's never enough. Then it stops........ I wait... my pussy leaking my juices, some trickling down my inner thighs when I feel fingers teasing my lips open "Ohhhhh fuck!!! Pl please don't stop!" I scream but no body hears me! They push up inside me, finding my gspot to build my arousal from inside my pussy. I'm grinding my hips again, trembling because I am so close to orgasm, my toes curl and my fingers clench, my breath coming in short gasps "Oh fuck.. oh fuck.. y yes yes ... so so close ... y ... yes I... I'm going to cum ... yyyesssss!!!!" Then .... Nothing.... it stops!! I'm left again my pussy clenches on nothing, begging to cum, my hips grinding as much as the can..... I invisage a man standing before me watching the spectical before him, my dripping pussy edged yet again for another day without orgasm.....
I have always loved and respected this set up. Pull one line and every part of the restraints tighten. Brilliantly done.
Even grinding my hips pulls on the cables holding me down, making my long stockinged legs spread a little wider, the things held inside me move slightly but not enough to let me cum!!!
It had been over a year since Sabine had woken up one morning with her chastity belt in place. She had been dating a few men, leeching off them to pay for fancy dinners, her new cell phone, trips, and of course shoes. Shoes were Sabine's weakness. But Alan had seen enough girls like Sabine, and decided one day to teach her a lesson.
Sabine loved using her feminine charms, but loved playing hard to get even more. She'd kissed Alan and pushed her boobs against him on several occasions, but would resist giving herself fully until her victim had spent at least $10,000 on her.
Alan had figured out what kind of person Sabine was right from the start, but decided he too could play a game. He'd seen a message from her to her bestie Donna, stating she estimated her current victim Alan had spent about $8,300 so far, so she was planning to drag him to a jewelry store at the mall that weekend to see if he'd buy her a nice necklace. so she'd be over her $10K target and she could stop suspicion and let him fuck her. She had included a picture of her masturbating wearing nothing but the Louboutins Alan had bought her the week before.
So Alan tracked down Donna, and showed the text messages to Donna's "boyfriend" Jeff without her knowledge. Like Alan, Jeff was a hard working entrepreneur, and the 2 struck up a friendship, and started planning their revenge, the lesson the girls needed to learn. Over the next few days, Alan "unfortunately" had to cancel his shopping appointment with Sabine, as he had to travel urgently for business. Jeff received a panicked phone call one evening while out to dinner with Donna, about one of his factories in Kansas being on fire, and had to leave Donna behind and fly there right away… The girls were kind of proud of their hard working victims, but within 5 minutes of Jeff being called away, Donna had already called Sabine to party.
Sabine had picked the necklace she wanted and showed pictures to a jealous Donna, who had only started "milking" Jeff about 3 weeks ago, and was only $4,700 into her $10,000 target. But the girl had gotten an amazing Versace handbag worth over $2,000, so she had "bent" the rules a bit and given Jeff a blowjob that night. Donna loved seeing her long manicured nails on a man's cock, and scoring that long coveted hand bag was enough incentive for the girl to play with Jeff's cock, but then went a bit further when Donna's horny pussy took over. Luckily for her, she realized a blowjob was probably the best middle ground between being very thankful to Jeff, and satisfying the girl's need for cock…
Most of this was discussed at length in the text messages between the 2 girls, and as the men met up in Alan's warehouse on the industrial side of town, they quickly realized from all the text messages and pictures, that both girls were dirty little sluts, masturbating several times a day to each others' victories, as well as their own trophies. With the help of a private investigator, soon more evidence was found that these girls would date their way into riches, only to dump their victims as soon as a bigger target became available. Both men could afford spending money on their girls, but just being a line item on a girl's list of targets, and the constant bragging to each other, and the fake reluctance to be intimate, were what lead the 2 men to a simple conclusion: They would take away that what these girls valued most: Their endless orgasms.
Alan, with his electrical engineering background, designed a compact control system, about the size of a large battery. Jeff designed a sturdy chastity belt and used the tool room in one of his factories to make 2 belts. The men then collaborated to create a dildo in which the control unit would fit. It was a bit big for a dildo, but then again, there were 2 big sluts to deal with. The dildo had a strong rubber coating, and completely water proof. It had a protrusion that would tickle the clit, but also had 2 metal contacts. Inside, metal contacts were spread on a few locations on the shaft, and inside, both on the protrusion and in the main shaft of the dildo, were haptic feedback devices for fast vibrations, as well as strong electro motors that could move the outer layer of the shaft, as well as the protrusion for the clit, in slow or fast movements. Then there was a wireless control module, capable of bluetooth, WiFi and cellular, so there'd be connection anywhere in the world. A compact battery and wireless charging, combined with a revolutionary compact charging mechanism that would convert movement to electricity - kinetic charging - would make sure there would always be enough power to track the belt and activate its functions. A few minutes on a wireless charger would give enough power for a few days of normal use, and even during the training phase, it would last well over a day, thanks to the kinetic charging.
After testing everything, the men packed up their stuff, and called their girlfriends with the happy news they'd be home soon. Jeff would wait another day to call, but he was working on an idea anyway, he told Alan.
A fancy dinner was of course the least the men could do to make up for lost time, so both men had invited their girl out that Friday night. When they'd both get home later that night with their girl in tow, the plan was set in motion…
A spiked drink later, Sabine was laying unconscious on Alan's couch. He texted Jeff with his status, and about 20 minutes later, Jeff confirmed back that Donna had also passed out from her drink.
When she woke up that Saturday morning, Sabine not only had a pretty nasty headache, but she also found herself in a strange bed. As she moved herself to look around the room, she felt something pinching her crotch. As she slid her manicured fingers down to feel what was going on, within a second she frantically threw the blanket off her body, and coming to the realization she had a solid steel belt around her waist and crotch, closed tightly with padlocks.
She started screaming and running out of the room, only to find the door locked. The room didn't have windows either. She started banging the door, when dear Sabine found out what the small metal contacts on her dildo were for, even though she didn't even know about them… A searing pain shot up and down her pussy, followed by a sharp jolt to her clit. Her screaming stopped instantly, and the frantic girl fell to the floor, her hands cupping her burning pussy, unreachable through her metal panties. The shocks only lasted about a second, but it took about 3 minutes before the girl had regained her breath, and the pain had subsided enough for her to start moving again.
The lights went out, and after a few seconds in the pitch dark, she could see a circle on the floor light up. She kept staring at it, and trying to make out anything else in the darkness, and after about 3 seconds, she felt a small shock in her pussy again. She started crying helplessly, but within seconds, she got 2 shocks, both quite a bit stronger than the first. The only obvious thing for her was to crawl to the lighted circle, and as she started to move, 3 more serious shocks zapped her sore pussy again, and the girl crawled over to the circle, as fast as she could.
The circle was about 4 feet in diameter, and was lit up from below. They were a clear thick glass, with light beneath them. As she crawled into the circle, she saw a red arrow pointing, so she turned herself in that direction, trying to see what the arrow was pointing at. She was quite the sight, all naked except for her belt, lit up from below, shadows playing on her sensuous body…
The circle was right off one of the walls in the room, and the arrow pointed at the wall. Sabine saw a green button light up at the edge of the circle, and pushed it.
A screen came on, and in large letters, it said "Kneel". A second or 2 later, the word "Kneel" moved to the top left of the screen, and the rest of the image showed an animation of a girl kneeling down in a specific way, and placing her hands palms up on her thighs. The animation showed that the girl's eyes were pointed down at all times.
Still confused and in a daze, the shock in her pussy quickly brought Sabine back to reality, back to the screen, and she tried to mimic the girl's kneeling pose. She just missed avoiding the second shocks, but then the third shock was replaced with "Good Girl" in bright pink letters on the screen, followed by lots of floating hearts in various shades of pink. Sabine didn't like pink, and she was a bad bitch…
And then the belt's other function came to life. The huge dildo started moving inside her, and the protrusion at the base started stimulating her clit. She instantly tried to grab her pussy, but a sharp zap to her pussy quickly made her regain position… "Good Girl" and pink hearts reappeared on the screen.
She tried calling out carefully "Hello, anyone out there?", but 2 nasty zaps taught her that was not a good idea either.
Too scared to move, she stayed on her knees and let her pussy be stimulated.
It didn't take long before she could hear her wet pussy fight the moving dildo, to no avail. And then it stopped, just as Sabine was getting close. Then, "Good Girl" and the pink hearts were back on the screen.
The screen would train her on various commands linked to a position, each time followed by another edging session, and "Good Girl" with pink hearts. Being stubborn and a beginner, Sabine did get a few zaps, but she decided the pleasure the belt gave was way better than the pain…
Her thighs were now leaking with her pussy juice, and as the screen went dark, the red arrow now pointed behind her, and as she looked in that direction, she could see the word "Drink" light up. A single zap was enough for the girl to hurry over to that side of the room, and a square tile, probably 2.5ft sides, lit up. She didn't need any zaps to tell her to get on the tile, as she bumped her nose into something. Right above the word "Drink", was a long dildo attached to the wall. As she had moved onto the tile, the dildo started pulsating in a faint blue color.
"What the fuck" was instantly corrected with an intense shock on her clit, and as thoughts of perverted sickos torturing her clit went through her mind, she started looking around if she had missed something, but the sequence of "prodding shocks" quickly made her realize she had to do the only obvious thing, and she slid her lips over the tip of the dildo. A small LCD screen at her eye level showed "Suction: 0% / Depth N/A".
She gently started sucking the tip of the dildo, and saw the Suction number jump to 43%. She quickly figured out suction between 90 and 110% would yield water out of the tip of the dildo, any more or less would not. After 5 squirts of water, each followed by a little animation showing an ejaculating dick, the word "Depth" started flashing, and showed "34/60mm". A single zap later, Sabine had picked up on her cue, and slid the dildo deeper. It seems her lips were at 34mm on the dildo, and she needed to get to 60. Anything less than 60 on the counter didn't work anymore, but anything over 60 seemed to be fine. She kept going and after 5 more squirts, the little screen went pink, and she was again rewarded with the "Good Girl" and pink floating hearts animation, and another (unsatisfying) reward between her legs. The Drink light now went out, and about 3ft to her left, another tile lit up.
Not wanting to be zapped, Sabine almost jumped to her new tile. A red arrow pointed to another screen, on the floor. It showed her an animation of a girl, kneeling first, then bending forward and stretching her arms out before her. There were some small circles on the animation where her hands were, but she couldn't quite make out what they were. The word "Eat" appeared, and Sabine composed herself in the proper kneeling position she had seen earlier, and as she was bending forward, the circles appeared in red, a few feet in front of her. She stretched out as she'd seen in the animation, and as she put her hands in the circles, thick metal shackles closed over her wrists, and she felt a wet dildo slide up near each of her hands. The contraption holding her wrists now started moving her back again, and soon she was resting on her elbows, with her forearms slightly outwards, just above the floor, and her hands touching the wet dildos. As her hands, and therefore the dildos, were now about where her head was, she could clearly see the dildos as they lit up in dark red.
The screen now changed to show her percentages for pressure, movement, and "pleasure". She sighed for a second, followed by a zap in her pussy, and grabbed the dildo near her right hand, and started moving it. Two nasty zaps quickly reminded Sabine who was in control, and she grabbed the second dildo. As she saw the percentages on both sides move, she realized the combination of pressure and amount of movement would bring pleasure up for each side. As she increased speed and pressure, when she got over 60% on both sides, the contraption tilted another, rather girthy dildo below her face. The screen now changed again with "Feeding available, 60-60-80", and a new line for "feeding pleasure - 0%". The new dildo was pulsating an ominous red, and poor Sabine had no choice but to take it in her mouth. Luckily, the 3 dildos would change to a green light when good, so she didn't have to focus on the numbers on the screen.
Getting a bit hungry, and wanting this ordeal to be over, Sabine started to stroke the cocks in her hands faster, and started to really give in to sucking the dildo in her mouth, when she missed the dildo in her left hand changing color to orange for just a second, followed by a flashing red, accompanied by a massive jolt in her clit, as if someone had just cracked a whip right on her pussy. She nearly choked, and the dildo in her mouth moved out of her reach. The left hand side of the screen was flashing red "excessive movement causes pain -- punishment issued".
As she was catching her breath, the little prodding zaps started again, and Sabine reverted to the task at hand. It didn't take her long to bring back the central dildo, and this time using more control, and keeping her peripheral vision on the colors of the dildos in her hand, started focusing on the cock that would feed her. As she reached 80, she could see the green glow beneath her, and she was surprised by the dildo in her pussy that started to move and vibrate, bringing her welcome pleasure instead of those intense shocks. At the same time, the screen showed a countdown "Keep performance above target during countdown as shown, then hold deepthroat target during countdown as shown, for feeding". The counter was counting down from 15, as Sabine read the instructions again, and corrected her right hand as the dildo there flashed orange for a second. Close call!
When the counter reached 0, the screen showed "Deepthroat target 80mm - 5s". Without hesitation, Sabine pushed her head down, her eyes tearing up, the dildo right near the back of her throat as it reached 80mm, and the screen turned green, starting the countdown timer,
Just as she was about to throw up, a strong flow of a thick substance shot down her throat. Nearly choking on it, she managed to swallow, only to be greeted with the pink screen… "Good Girl". After 5 seconds, the screen reset, the dildo in her own pussy stopped, and she had to start over again.
After several rounds of the different stations, a now thoroughly sore and exhausted Sabine was allowed to return to bed, where the dildos in her pussy would keep her horny off and on. The targets became longer and deeper, and anal training was added to her daily routine after a few days. She pretty much slept with a hand between her thighs, and another on one of her boobs, hoping she'd magically be able to make herself cum after all. Her unknown host would sometimes turn the lights on for some time, and turn them off like during her first training session.
Although she had lost track of time on day one, she awoke one morning (or was it still night), with the lights on, a splitting headache, and pain all over. She felt the prodding zaps, somehow more intense, so almost on autopilot she stumbled her way to the kneeling station.
And then she noticed the massive rings in her nipples. As she touched them, she got both an intense shudder from her still tender nipples, as well as a painful jolt in her pussy. As she moved through her training sessions, she felt her belt push against something in her clit, and she realized her pleasure knob had been pierced as well. The clit massager wasn't coming on anymore though, it wouldn't for another 2 weeks to let the piercing heal, but little did Sabine know.
During that second week, Sabine had pretty much lost all sense of self, and wanted nothing more than get an orgasm. She began feeling proud of earning the pink screens, and during the third week, during various "extra credit" challenges, she'd earned points. The first 10 points were for a pink pillow, donned with her coveted "Good Girl" script, and some pink hearts. She quickly gained another 25 points over a 10 day period, for a matching blanket. The challenges would also reward her with more intense vibrations, though never enough to actually make her cum. The room had also started playing some type of music, where a friendly girl would recite some mantra regularly, like "Good girls don't cum. Good girls make their Master cum", and ask Sabine to repeat.
The first challenge after her clit piercing had healed enough was the closest she'd come to any orgasm. As the protrusion on the base of her dildo started massaging her super tender clit, the wave of pleasure was close to a tsunami. As the control unit was also equipped with sensors, it quickly zapped her repeatedly, effectively ruining the orgasm she almost had.
With anal training added and it now being an intense part of her training schedule, Sabine would now crave something in every one of her holes, all the time. Challenge rounds would earn her pink editions for her butt plugs, anal dildos, and various other items around her room. She would also find herself with an artificial pussy to please, as well as an artificial asshole for proper rimming training.
As the months slowly slipped by, the sex-crazed girl would get rewarded with a pink rubber hood, which she would need to level up to phase 2… What the hell was level 2, was there more pink pleasure and maybe orgasms?
The pink hood had an opening for her mouth, as well as for her nostrils, but would effectively block her eye sight, and the headphone insert would isolate any sound, and just played her subliminal messages. Soon, she was playing challenges blindfold with her pink hood, having to play by feel instead of sight. She failed many times, inducing lots of pain, but soon she could literally do it all blindfolded.
And then, one day, while still blindfolded, her feeding station wouldn't release her, but her headphones notified her of a reward… She clenched her anal plug with her butt cheeks, when all of a sudden, she felt someone stroking her thighs, then her ass, and then her cupped her left boob. She had long learned not to speak unless the friendly girl on the speakers or on her headphones told her to repeat something, like her mantras. She stuck out her tongue, hoping the person would want to use her free hole, when the friendly girl sounded through her headphones "release anal plug". Sad for a second, a little zap quickly had Sabine back in focus, and she felt someone pulling out her plug.
As she shuddered, she felt the hand on her ass, her senses now in overdrive. After a second or two, she noticed the odor of her ass close to her nose, immediately followed by her plug sliding over her extended tongue, into her mouth. "Hold and clean" the friendly girl said in her ears. Sabine started sucking her butt plug frantically, tracing every bit of its surface with her tongue, turning it around its axis and trying to swallow the excessive saliva the horny girl was now producing.
And then it happened. She felt something pushing against her anus, and with no warning, it pushed its way in. Immediately Sabine knew, this was not a dildo, this was a real cock. Her whole body shivered, and then she felt him grab the rings on her nipples. After a few more careful thrusts, her visitor now plowed his lengthy dick all the way in, banging into her chastity belt, which in turn pushed the dildo in her pussy around too. The earplugs had gone silent and were filtering out sound around her, she could only faintly hear her visitor slapping his pelvis into her ass cheeks, The dildo in her pussy kicked in too, her ass was burning from being penetrated without lube, her nipples were on fire from being squeezed and pulled, she felt drool dripping down her face, and then the friendly voice came back loud "Good girls don't cum. Good girls make their Master cum. Good girls don't cum", over and over again, non stop.
Every fiber in her body knew she wasn't allowed to cum, but she nearly lost herself . She dropped her plug from her mouth, followed by some intense zapping in her pussy. As that was happening, she felt her ass tensing up on her visitor's cock, and she felt a big load being shot in her ass.
She was a wreck. Everything hurt. Her wrists from being locked up, her fingers from holding on to the dildos in her hands, her elbows from chafing on the floor, her tongue from exhaustion, cleaning and holding in the plug, to no avail, her nipples from the relentless abuse, and of course both pussy and anus were on fire. She was close to passing out, when she felt a pair of wet fingers slide into her mouth.
As she instinctively licked them, she savored in the salty taste of cum and her ass… Her visitor was giving her an unexpected extra reward. She used all her skill to lick those fingers clean, and as they were retracted, she faintly started saying, over and over again: "Thank you Master, thank you". The friendly voice in her ear told her she was a good girl. Her life was complete.
Over the coming months, she would get fucked many times, by at least 2 males. She knew this because they fucked differently, their cocks were a different size and shape, and they smelled and tasted differently too. She would also get to show her oral skills by sucking their cocks, and rimming several assholes, and eating out someone's pussy. She found it frustrating the girl she got to please never spoke, just moaned. She also got rewarded with a rim job a few times, but she never came.
Longer and more high-value challenges kept Sabine busy for the next few months. She had seen on the screen that the ultimate reward was a pair of bright pink heels, and Sabine loved her heels. She'd never had pink heels though, and pink was the best color in the world.
She was now pleasing her main Master daily, and he loved reminding her what a good girl she was. The friendly girl on the speaker or in her headphones also constantly reminded Sabine that "Good Girls Don't Cum, Good Girls Make Their Master Cum", and that she lived only to be Master's Good Girl. She had also been rewarded by Master on a few occasions now, when Master spoke to her directly.
Master had such an amazing manly voice, deep, warm but commanding, and vaguely familiar. She absolutely melted when Master spoke in her headphones, with all other sound blocked, and clear as day, she'd hear him say she was a good girl, as she was licking cum from his cock, or she was wiping up the pussy juice leaking down her thighs, and licking her own fingers clean. She loved her pink hood, and she loved being on Level 2, with Master in her ear.
There was nothing left of the little gold digger Sabine. In her place was a horny denied girl. When she collapsed after reaching the 1,000 points needed for her pink heels, she was covered in drool, her pussy juice, and whatever lube was on the hand dildos and anal plugs. She was in pain, but couldn't help but smile. "Good girl" she recanted faintly, and she felt strong arms pick her up and carry her to her shower. She felt safe in those arms, that musk immediately making her pussy tingle, Master had her.
The warm water in the shower felt good. Master told her to keep her eyes closed, as she'd had her hood on for 2 days. She didn't care why; Master said to keep her eyes closed so she would. The hood pulled her hair when he took it off, and the dazed girl came back from the trance she was in for just a second, smelling the coconut fragrance of the shampoo Master was putting in her hair. She was in heaven. She slid in and out of conscience, and she was sure she'd felt her belt come off at some point, sending her into a panic before passing out again.
When she woke up, everything felt amazing. She immediately reached for her crotch, and her trusty chastity belt was still in place. Must have been a nightmare. She pulled both nipple piercings, to her great satisfaction, and her ass felt nice and full. She pushed the butt plug around a bit. She could feel she was sore, but she felt complete. As she got up, there they were. The ultimate prize: Her bright pink heels, sitting decoratively in the kneeling circle, with a note.
For Master's Good Girl. Wear them for your date with Master.
She found a box with some really sexy nylons under the note. She paraded around the room in her new heels and nylons, recanting "I'm Master's Good Girl", and her other mantras. Then she heard her Master's voice behind her: Sit on the bed, little one, and let Master have a good look at his Good Girl.
And then, Sabine saw her Master's face, and everything fell into place. She knew why she was taken almost a year ago, she knew what she'd become in that year, and above all, she knew he'd given her the most priceless gift ever. She was now Master's Good Girl. "Can I make you cum please, Master?" Is all she said, with a huge smile on her face.
*** Should I do a story on her friend Naughty Donna and her new Master Jeff? Let me know! ***
Long, but still extremely enjoyable 💦💦💦
Strapping my baby in.
There is nothing I can do to stop you as you tighten the straps, forcing the balls deeper inside me.
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Very Arousing