Maso-camming Parts 9 to 12

Maso-camming: Parts Nine to Twelve

Maso-camming: Part Nine

The camming continued. But with Cammy now having a brand on her pubic mound her site was more popular than ever. It was Darla, though, who was now in control of what Cammy should do; and Cammy submitted to the black girl, happy to have decisions taken away. Shocking Cammy with electricity was a big feature over the weeks to come, although no session was ever as long as that mammoth endurance session. Every time that electricity was an option the hatchet-faced sadist in her forties was there, sending shocks exclusively through Cammy’s clit, as though she wanted to burn it away. Cammy decided that, the next time that she saw Kate, she would ask Kate about the woman. Perhaps Kate knew who she was.

Darla was inventive, and clearly liked dominating Cammy. It wasn’t just about the fact that she got Cammy to suck her off. There was a genuine streak of cruelty in Darla.

One time Darla brought half a dozen guys around to do a bukkake with Cammy. Cammy didn’t recognise any of them. They were all too old to be university students. Cammy did not know that they were all porn stars, paid for by Darla out of the site’s profits: Darla now had control of the money. They had been paid to refrain for cumming for a couple of weeks, so that they would build up a lot of sperm in their balls. Darla had also told them not to wash. It couldn’t be seen on screen, but she wanted them to be funky in smell when Cammy sucked them off. Funky in smell, and funky in taste. It was all about humiliating Cammy. Darla liked to humiliate the white girl.

The men did not fuck Cammy. It was just a bukkake. Cammy brought them to the brink of orgasm. Then one after the other they came on Cammy face, and in her hair, christening her with their sperm. Her face was entirely coated with the hot white cum. It was dripping off her chin. Darla, becoming crueller with each session, took photos of Cammy’s face with her smartphone. Perhaps when Darla no longer cared about Cammy she would mail those photos to everybody she knew, so that they could see what a slut Cammy Logan was.

Cammy’s eyes were totally covered by spunk. She had her eyes closed, of course. Darla peeled back Cammy’s eyelids so that the sperm was touching Cammy’s eyeballs. For an instant Darla had a memory of a scene from a Steven Seagal movie in which woman’s eye was threatened with a red hot needle. Darla smiled…

Another time when Darla arrived she threw a pack of cigarettes on the bed. Cammy stared at them, knowing that she was finally going to have cigarette torture. But she had been branded. There was no way that cigarette torture could be as bad as that. But Cammy had once, as she had been walking along, gone past a guy who had been holding a cigarette between his fingers as he walked. His hand had hit the back of her hand as they had passed, and the cigarette had burned the flesh on the back of her hand. That had hurt for days, and she had ended up with a little white mark where he had burned her.

The session began, Cammy’s first with cigarettes. Darla was sensible not to give Cammy any bad burns. Darla merely singed Cammy’s breasts with the ash, as the black girl trailed the cigarette over Cammy’s body. Cammy made some wonderful little sounds of pain as the ash contacted her flesh. The ash swirled along the under-slopes of Cammy’s tits. It trailed along her inner thighs, threatening but not touching Cammy’s wet pussy. It hovered over her anus, but did not touch. A tiny bit of ash singed the very tips of Cammy’s erect nipples, making Cammy shiver in exquisite pain / pleasure. Yes, for this cigarette torture did not leave any burns needing medical treatment – the cigarette left only pain where it touched, and, for Cammy, pain had become far more exciting than mere pleasure. She could envision a time when she would need such pains to cum. And Darla knew that.

Darla ran a vote, as she burned Cammy, of where the cigarette should be stubbed out. The options were: anus, breast, nipples, on labia, inside the cunt, and on the clit. When Darla neared the end of the session she glanced at the computer screen to see what it read:

Anus: 0%

Breast: 7%

Nipples: 7%

On Labia: 7%

Inside the cunt: 28%

On the clit: 515

“Well, at seems fairly decisive.” Darla said. “You know, I’ve read about this in stories, but never seen it done for real. Lots of fakes out there. But you’re not a fake, are you, Cammy?”

“No.” Cammy said, meekly.

“You may recover from this.” Darla said. “Or you may not. I’m gonna burn you on the very tip, which is the most sensitive part of the clit. You’ll still have the sides of the clit for pleasure. Beg me to burn your clit.”

“What?”

“Beg me to burn your clit. I’m not gonna do it unless you beg.”

“Please, Darla, burn my clit.”

That use of her name infuriated Darla. She had been wearing a mask to keep her real identity secret. Darla had intended to only singe the very tip of the clit. But anger flooded through the black girl. She wanted to really hurt Cammy – and fuck it if the white bitch couldn’t cum again.

Darla had Cammy open her mouth. Darla knocked off the ash onto Cammy’s pink tongue. Cammy swallowed the hot ash, burning her tongue and her throat.

Then Darla puffed on the cigarette as quickly as possible. The end went from red to bright orange. Darla stubbed the cigarette out on the sensitive end of Cammy’s clit, holding it there until it went out. Cammy fainted.

When she recovered it was to find that she had a nasty burn on the end of her clit. It took a very long time for Cammy’s clit to recover from that, and to regain all of its sensitivity on the tip. But even that healed, although Cammy had feared that it might not.

That was not the only time for heat play, following the branding of her pubic mound. Another time, when Cammy had got back all sensitivity in her clit – and there is no point torturing a person if they are not going to feel it – Darla brought around some needles and a coking thermometer. Cammy was tied down to the bed, her cunt facing the camera. Cammy watched as Darla put on some leather gloves, and put a small pot of water on the hob to boil, with the coking thermometer propped up in it. She put all of the needles in the water, so that the metal of the needles was in the heating water.

“We would normally do this with red hot needles.” Darla announced, to the audience and to Cammy. “But if you do that you destroy the nerves, so that the maso slut can only experience the pain once. We want Cammy to be able to feel this pain again and again, without any reduction. So we are limiting the temperature of these needles to 80 degrees centigrade. That is less than boiling temperature. It will be very painful. But the bitch will recover.”

Darla showed the thermometer to the camera. It read 79 degrees. Using her gloves, and turning the heat down on the hob, Darla took a needle out of the pot. A few seconds later that needle was being pushed, slowly and painfully, into Cammy’s left breast.

Cammy yelped. Even her yelps of pain were charged with eroticism. Torturing Cammy turned Darla on. The black girl’s pussy began to get wet.

A hot needle pierced Cammy’s right breast. It did not look hot to the camera, but it felt red hot to Cammy. It was agony. So why was her pussy wet?

More needles were pushed into Cammy’s breasts. These were not shallow piercings of the skin, but all the way in, until the head of the hot needle touched the skin of the tormented breast. The last two needles went through the nipples, down into the meat of Cammy’s tits.

The only reason why Darla did not put a needle through Cammy’s clit was that it was still recovering from the cigarette burn, and Darla wanted Cammy to feel every bit of pain.

When there were no more needles to use Darla climbed onto Cammy’s facve and had Cammy bring her to orgasm – which didn’t take long, Darla was so turned on. Then, without changing position, Darla pissed down Cammy’s throat. the black girl then left, not bothering to remove the needles from Cammy’s tits.

Darla pissed into Cammy’s mouth almost every session now. The only reason that she didn’t shit in Cammy’s mouth was that the idea of scat was a massive turn-off for Darla. She did not forgo that activity out of any concern for the teenaged Cammy, and what she might want.

Had Darla been allowed to keep a dog in her rooms then she would have certainly got one – one with a big cock – just so that she could watch Cammy suck it off, even if it was an activity which they could never put on the cam show. In Darla’s mind there was no humiliation too bizarre, no pain too great, for Cammy the camming slut.

It occurred to Cammy, in her more sensible moments, that the camming was slowly getting more extreme, and that it couldn’t continue. Something had to give…

Maso-camming: Part Ten

Cammy carried on seeing her slave mistress to be, making regular trips down to see Kate. On the next trip after Cammy had agreed to be Kate’s permanent slave one day Cammy walked into the sex shop to see Kate looking flustered, her face red. Kate was wearing a black tee shirt, her nipples massively erect from the ring around their base.

“You’re still wearing the rings.” Cammy said. It was a statement, rather than a question.

“Yes, of course.” Kate said. “They are our engagement rings. I will wear them until you become my permanent slave. Then we will both wear our wedding rings. I have two new special rings for our clits.”

“What are they like?” Cammy asked, curious as to what device Kate had got hold of now.

“Let me shut up shop.” Kate gasped. It was clear that she was having a problem with the sensations from the nipple and clit rings. But she was still wearing them. Kate’s clit had expanded to look even bigger than Cammy’s nub. The ring at the base looked to be too tight, trapping the clit. But Cammy knew from experience that it was not. The ring allowed blood out so that there would be no permanent damage. Kate’s nipples were also big, held erect and sensitive.

Kate got out the “wedding rings” and showed them to Cammy. The rings were more like tubes. They looked too thin for a clit, but Kate assured Cammy that the final ones would be snug but would not cause necrosis. Neither woman wanted to lose their clit.

“The clit is sucked up into the tube.” Kate said. “Then I press a tiny button on the side. The button can only be pressed once. Tiny needles pierce the stretched clit all along its length. Only the end of the clit will protrude from the end of the tube. But there is an end for the tube, which will screw in place. It has a needle in the centre which will go down the length of the clit piercing it. The needles will only be in your tube.”

Kate’s voice was very throaty as she described what could only be described as the ultimate clit torture device. Cammy listened in shock, at least a little. Her clit would always be in pain, with the needles inside it. Did she want that? Her masochism said yes.

“The rings can tell if either of us cum.” Kate said. “When you become my slave you will have a battery pack fitted to a belt. Wires will go to your clit tube. When you cum you will get a powerful electric shock for the length of your orgasm. The shock will cause the loose needle to vibrate inside your clit. It will be exquisite.

“When I am running the shop I will have a vibrator attached to my clit tube. The sensor will detect every time that I cum. Every time that I cum you will receive a shock to your clit for the length of your orgasm. And you know that it does not take much to make me cum. I will be cumming dozens of times a day, turned on by the thought of you suffering.”

“Oh, God, that sounds so hot.” Cammy said. She leant forward and kissed her lover on the open mouth, a French kiss which went on and on, and inevitably led to Cammy using her tongue all over Kate’s body. When Cammy had brought Kate to a screaming orgasm by tickling the Spanish woman’s clit with the very tip of her tongue the two women settled down to talk.

Cammy described the hatchet-faced sadist, who liked to torture her clit with electricity.

“Ye, she is a regular client.” Kate said. “I know her. She is a real sadist. You do not want to fall into her hands. She believes in orgasm denial for her slaves. Not cutting off a clit or anything like that, but not letting a slave cum – ever. She has a slave girl who she has had for ten years, now. That slave has never cum in all that time, if the woman is to be believed.

“This sadist, she is flat-chested, and she hates slaves with large breasts. Her slave has very large breasts. For ten years now they have been tortured every day. She showed me a photo of her slave once. The slave has a metal guard attached by piercings over her clit, so that the slave cannot access her clit. It only comes off for clit torture. But the slave’s breasts were a mess. They were covered with old scar tissue from being burned, whipped and pierced with skewers. Every bit was scarred. The breasts were black with bruises. One nipple was missing where it had been burned off with a branding iron. The sadist said that she was looking to sell her slave to a snuff film maker, so that she could buy a slave with a new set of big breasts to destroy. I hope that she was joking, showing off. But pray you never fall in her hands.

“Anyway, we have talked enough.” Kate said. She wanted more action, and there was a naughty look on her face.. “Come upstairs.”

Cammy followed Kate upstairs. It was time to get down to some dirty sex. But first Kate took Cammy into the upstairs bathroom.

“I need to shit.” Kate said. She got undressed and sat down on the toilet – which was a relief for Cammy, as she had feared, for a few seconds, that Kate had been interested in indulging in scat play. Kate showed no embarrassment as she shat a large brown turd into the toilet bowl. But as Kate reached for the toilet paper Cammy noticed that there was none.

“What am I supposed to do?” Kate asked, smiling at Cammy. Kate turned, so that her arse was facing Cammy.

“Cammy, clean me up. You said that when you come to be my permanent slave there will be no limits. Now is your chance to prove it. Lick me clean.”

Cammy only hesitated for a moment. But she had promised to be a no limits slave, so she could hardly back out now. She had let herself be branded. This was her future, now.

She licked away the traces of the shit, grimacing as she tasted shit for the first time. Cammy licked away all of the shit around Kate’s arsehole, as Cammy used her tongue on toilet paper. Cammy did not stop, but held Kate’s buttocks apart, as Kate relaxed her arsehole. Cammy stuck her tongue in Kate’s arsehole, swirling her tongue around inside to clean as much as she could reach. When Cammy finished Kate lifted Cammy to her feet, and kissed Cammy on the open mouth, the tongues swirling, despite the fact that Cammy still had traces of shit on her tongue. The taste did not seem to bother Kate.

“Once upon a time I used to serve an older woman, back in Spain.” Kate said, looking in Cammy’s eyes. “She used to shit in my mouth. It is the most intimate thing which two women can do. When you become my slave you will not just clean me after I shit. I will shit in your mouth, and you will come to love it, just like I did. I have chemicals which will keep you healthy, and make sure that you don’t gag.”

The idea of Kate filling Cammy’s mouth with a hot, steaming turd thrilled Cammy, but also filled her with fear. What if she couldn’t take it? But she knew that she would try. She would try anything to please her Spanish lover.

Kate examined Cammy’s brand, to make sure that there was no infection. But it was fine. There was nothing to do for the next few hours than to play – and play they did, with Kate strapping on a long strap-on with various soft plastic nodules on its surface. Kate fucked Cammy in the cunt until Cammy came. Then Kate fucked Cammy in the arsehole for a long time. When Kate got bored of that she made Cammy lick the dildo clean. It was not so bad licking shit a second time. You can get used to anything.

Lying in bed, with time to kill, Kate said that she had something to show Cammy.

“But you must not tell anybody I have this video, or I could get into trouble.”

Cammy promised secrecy. Kate got out her laptop, and selected a file. The monitor on the wall burst into life. Cammy recognised the scene. It was the backyard where she had been branded. The blue cobbles of the ground were picked out in high definition.

A naked Kate was led out into the back yard, on all fours, by a leash attached to a collar around Kate’s neck. The person leading Kate out was a very tattooed woman in a leather corset and boots. Cammy never saw the face of the other woman. The tattooed woman obviously knew where the cameras were.

The woman left Kate there, kneeling on the cobbles. The tattooed woman brought out a Great Dane. Cammy gasped. She was about to witness bestiality for the first time. She began to caress her clit – and Kate began to caress hers. It was obvious that Kate had heard Darla lie that Cammy liked to fuck dogs.

The dog sniffed the air. He must have caught the scent of Kate’s arousal, as his furry sheath began to retract, revealing his nasty red cock.

“Stay.” was the one order given to the dog. Kate crawled under the dog and began to suck its cock. She went on and on, licking and sucking. When it looked like the dog was about to cum Kate changed position, lying on her back on the ground, with her mouth open. She angled the cock as the cum dribbled out so that it would all fall into her open mouth. Kate stared into the camera, a look of absolute lust on her face. It was one of the most erotic things which Cammy had ever seen. She came loudly, watching Kate swallow all of the cum of the Great Dane.

After that Cammy had to catch her train back to her university digs. The last thing that she did, as she was walking down the road, was to turn around and shout at the waving Kate:

“I like dogs!”

Maso-camming: Part Eleven

Cammy carried on camming, with Darla directing what happened. Darla got increasingly sadistic, as the weeks progressed – not that Cammy cared. The pain no longer was enough, and Darla seemed to sense that, putting Cammy into nastier and nastier scenarios.

Cigarettes featured again. This time, though, Darla did not gently brush the skin with the hot ash of the cigarette. This was real cigarette torture. It would leave marks which would last more than a day or two. Cammy would carry some of the marks for years.

Darla would flick the hot ash into Cammy’s open mouth, before searing the side of Cammy’s breasts. Darla pushed the amber ember into the skin so fiercely that the cigarette would be stubbed out. But that was not the end of the session. Darla relit the cigarette and continued, burning first one breast then the other. Soon Cammy’s tits were covered with black marks, and Cammy was begging for Darla to stop. The pain had become too bad even for the maso slut. But Darla continued, working her way in towards the nipples. Then, to finish the session, Darla lit another cigarette. Darla smoked both, until the ends were orange. Then, a glowing cigarette in each hand, she stubbed out both cigarettes at the same time, on Cammy’s swollen and defenceless nipples.

On another night Darla turned up with a bullwhip. This was a nasty whip, not one for casual play. Darla had not got it from a sex shop, but from a tack store, where you bought saddles and stuff. It was not intended for casual sex play. Darla lashed Cammy’s back and buttocks, causing red marks. Cammy moaned with pain as the lash of the whip hit her. But Cammy’s moans of pleasure / pain only drove Darla to further excess. She put more strength into the whipping.

SLASH! A whip stroke across Cammy’s shoulders as she was face down on the bed was the first to draw blood. But it was not the last.

SLASH! Another biting cut across Cammy’s back split the skin, and blood began to ooze through the wound. And Cammy moaned again. But her moans were so erotic…

Down the back Darla went, to take out her sexual frustrations on Cammy’s sweet backside. The leather cut, and cut again. It would be painful for Cammy to sit down for many days, and it would take much longer for the cuts to heal and then fade. Thankfully Darla, seeing the blood, managed to catch herself before ordering Cammy to turn over so that she could whip her tits and cunt. That whip would have ruined them forever.

Darla still liked to use strap-ons on Cammy. But those strap-ons were now the largest ones which Darla owned, so big that their entrance was painful, as they stretched Cammy out. Darla began to only use them on Cammy’s arsehole, no longer fucking the young woman’s cunt. Darla always had Cammy lick them clean. Cammy began to give herself enemas before camming sessions, just so that she wouldn’t end up with the taste of her own shit in her mouth.

Darla began saying that she wanted to get hold of strap-ons with studs and sharp metal spikes, to do some real damage. Cammy never said that she knew a certain Spanish lady who could almost certainly could get hold of such things. To Darla Kate was just a subscriber. She had no idea of Cammy’s relationship for her. Which was probably good for Cammy.

Cammy was now loose in her backside enough that Darla could get her fist inside Cammy. She would pull on a plastic glove and fist Cammy’s arsehole. The fisting only went as far as Darla’s wrist. But Darla kept shouting that one day Cammy would take her arm as far as the elbow. Cammy believed her: that if the sessions continued that Darla’s arm would go deeper and deeper, ruining the insides of Cammy’s arse.

Cammy would have loved Darla to fist her tight cunt instead. Or for Darla to make love to her, rather than raping her or inflicting pain. But Darla had become addicted to the role she had been playing. Now it was no longer a role which Darla put on. Darla really had become an evil, sadistic, black dominating bitch.

Another time Darla used needles on Cammy. Cammy had, of course, used needles many times before, including ones heated in almost-boiling water. But this time Darla had decided on something special, something to distinguish this masochist from any other camming site.

Darla, wearing her leather mask to hide her identity (even though Cammy had used her name in a previous camming session), put on leather gloves. She got out a Zippo lighter (a genuine one, not a fake). Darla had made sure that it was full of fuel.

Darla whispered to Cammy to face the camera and repeat what she whispered in her ear. Cammy did that. Whatever pain she was about to receive was not going to be enough.

“My name is Cammy Logan, and I am a painslut.” Cammy said, staring straight at the lens of the camera. There could be no mistake who she was. “I like to be tortured. The more pain the better. I like to have my breasts and cunt tortured. I have been branded on my cunt, as you can see. I came when the branding iron was forced onto my flesh. Now I dream of red hot iron. So my ebony mistress has graciously agreed to give me some of the pain I need with red hot needles. I have begged her to one day burn off my nipples and clit with a red hot poker. But she has not yet agreed to do that. Perhaps one day, if I beg her hard enough, she will.”

Darla got out a needle and her Zippo lighter. The needle had a plastic handle so that Darla could hold it without burning her fingers, while she held the pointy end in the Zippo’s flame. Darla held the needle until the end was slowing red. Then, showing not a whit of mercy, Darla grabbed Cammy right breast and worked the needle into the flesh. Darla kept pushing down on the needle until the head of the needle was touching Cammy’s breast, and the glowing end of the needle was fully inside Cammy’s breast, burning the inside, doing permanent damage.

Darla heated up another needle, and forced it into Cammy’s left breast, again pushing until the needle was deep in Cammy’s breast, cooking the inside, destroying nerves. Darla carried on pushing red hot needles into Cammy until there were only four needles left.

“Shit, should have brought more needles.” Darla muttered. Cammy was very glad that she had not. But she was worried where the last four needles were going to go.

The first two of the glowing needles were forced into Cammy’s outer labia, lengthwise down through the lip. One went in each outer cuntlip. By then Cammy was shaking in pain. But she did not dare say anything to Darla while she was in such a mood, in case Darla put a red hot needle in her tongue to shut her up. And Cammy was very scared that one of thee last two needles was destined for her clit.

“Now for your nipples, slut.” Darla said. Cammy breathed a sigh of relief that her clit was to be spared. She would still be able to cum.

Cammy watched as Darla heated up the first needle in the Zippo’s flame. She seemed to hold it in the flame than longer than the other needles.

“Now I’m gonna burn this slut’s nips.” Darla said, putting as much cruelty into her voice as she could. “I hope that she loses all feeling in them. Not that it matters if they’re ruined. One of these days I’m gonna cut them off…”

Darla pushed a needle into each nipple, moving it around as it went in, trying to cause maximum agony. Darla laughed in glee to see how much pain Cammy was in. She didn’t care if the white sluts nipples were ruined forever.

When both needles were fully inside Cammy’s needles, and deep into the flesh of Cammy’s breasts, Darla sat on Cammy’s face and had Cammy bring her to an orgas,/ Darla then left without a backward glance, leaving Cammy to eventually remove the needles herself.

At least Darla only used the needles on Cammy’s breasts, nipples and cunt. Her clit was spared. She would still be able to orgasm. But Cammy was worried that all of the things which Darla had had her say would come true, if Darla continued to dominate Cammy. And Cammy did not want those tortures – not from Darla, anyway. But Kate was another matter…

Cammy decided that enough was enough. She did not need archaeology, or ancient history or the money which camming brought. She needed Kate and nothing more. So she quit university, gave her final performance, and travelled to the sex shop to see her beloved Mistress.

Maso-camming: Part Twelve: The Conclusion

Just before six o’clock that Friday night Cammy walked through the doors of the sex shop.

“I’ve come.” Cammy said. “I’ve come to be your no limits slave. I’ve come forever.”

Cammy had thought that the words would be hard to say. But they were the easiest thing in the world. She felt a great relief when they issued from her mouth, like she was exactly where she needed to be.

Kate locked the door of the sex shop.

“Come into the kitchen and we’ll talk.” Kate said. Cammy followed Kate into the kitchen. Kate made a cafetiere of fresh black coffee, and wouldn’t begin to talk until it was made.

“Okay.” Kate said. “If you are ready there are some things you need to hear. No limits means no limits. It is not a story. I like to torture girls. I like to do everything to innocent sluts like you. There is not much that does not turn me on. I like to watch video of innocent girls sucking off big dogs. If you become my slave I will get a big dog just so I can watch him cum in your mouth. You will suck him off every day, and I will film it, and put it on secret sites on the internet.”

“That sounds hot.” Cammy said. She took off her tee shirt so that she was topless, apart from the rings around the base of her nipples. There were still a few little marks from where Darla had forced red hot needles into her tits, and a lot more nasty little burns from the final, cruel, cigarette torture session. Cammy neither knew nor cared whether those marks would ever go.

“For tonight I think it best that you rest. Tomorrow you will have your ordeal. Tomorrow morning you will be fitted with your new clit adornment. You will wear it forever. When we are not playing, you will wear the screw on clap. Only I will have access to your clit from now on. You do not get to play with yourself.”

“Okay.” It sounded exciting. This was true submission, to let another person control one’s orgasms. Kate’s domination was exquisite – whereas Darla’s had become increasingly brutal. But Cammy would never see Darla again. That part of her life had ended. She would never cam again.

“I suggest that you get an early night.” Kate said. But the world is full of good attentions. Both women were turned on by the prospect of the next day. in the end they stayed up until gone two-clock in the morning, 69-ing and giving each other orgasm after orgasm, while their clits were still accessible.

The next morning, feeling shattered, Cammy got up to help Kate get into her new clit tube.

“There is a command on the computer to release these tubes.” Kate said, looking in Cammy’s eyes. “There is a codeword to be entered. I have changed the codewords of both our tubes, without looking at what keys I pressed. Then I exited. There is no way to get the codes. If these go on, there is no way that they can come off without cutting your clit off at the base. Do you still want to go ahead?”

“I do.” Cammy said. “You will still have access to the tip of my clit?”

“Yes, I will, but you won’t. You will never get to touch your clit again.”

“Let’s do it.”

Using a vacuum pump, Kate clit was drawn up into the metal tube. Kate grimaced in pain. The tube felt very tight. But Cammy managed to draw Kate’s entire clit up into the tube. Kate had a larger clit than Cammy, and the tube only came around three quarters of the way up the clit. The top of Kate’s clit swelled up out of the end of the tube. It was already taking on a darkening colour. It looked like the tube was too tight, and would damage the clit. But Kate knew that the microchip in the tube would stop that from happening. The clit tube was just this side of safe.

Kate sighed. Her clit was erect, and would be erect for the rest of her life. It already felt more sensitive than before. It felt as though a single breath on it would make her cum. But Cammy would still be able to suck on the end of Kate’s clit, still be able to bring the Spanish woman to mind-shattering orgasms.

Kate then drew Cammy’s clit up into her tube. Cammy’s clit was slightly smaller. Just the very tip bulged out a little at the open end of the thin tube. A vibrator or tongue could still be applied to the very end of the clit. As far as Kate was concerned it was a perfect fit.

Now Kate pressed a tiny button on the side of Cammy’s tube. Cammy yelped as many tiny needles extended out from the inside of the tube to pierce the flesh of Cammy’s clit. Cammy hoped that she would get used to the pain, as she would be suffering the needles for the rest of her life.

“This was based on an idea in a story.” Kate said, as she held up the cap for the clit torture tube. It was obvious that the cap screwed on. Cammy could see a needle about half an inch longer than the tube. “The needle will go down into your body. It is not completely fixed, but can move a little.”

Kate screwed the cap onto the end of the tube. Cammy screamed as the needle went all of the way down through her clit into its root in her body. She did not know how she was going to bear it for a minute, let alone all day.

“Try unscrewing the cap.” Kate said. Cammy grabbed the cap, but it wouldn’t unscrew.

“What?”

“Very clever. It is DNA-linked. I am the only person in the world who can take it off. you must be very nice to me. I have a cap with a heating element in the needle. Very painful, but won’t damage the nerves. Now it is time to chain you to my bed. I have nine hours of work ahead of me.

Kate helped Cammy upstairs. Cammy had to put her hand over how mouth not to scream out in pain. Every time that she took a step the needles in her clit moved, bringing new agony to her. Yes, this was going to take a lot of getting used to.

Cammy was chained and gagged, so that she could not get up. Wires to the shock machine were attached to Cammy’s clit tube. Every time that Cammy had an orgasm it would sense the fact, and send 100 volts into Cammy’s clit for the length of the orgasm. But the computer, through wifi, would also sense when Kate had an orgasm, and send the same hundred volts through Cammy’s clit, for the length of Kate’s orgasm – and Kate was multi-orgasmic.

Kate left the gagged Cammy moaning on the bed. Kate was already turned on, helped by the tube, but fuelled by the knowledge that this young woman would suffer terribly for her, over the course of the day. Kate got dressed, attaching a mini vibe to her clit tube. Kate turned on the vibrator, and went to open the sex shop.

During the nine hours that the shop was open Kate would have seventeen orgasms, each one sending tortuous volts through Kate’s clit, each shock causing the needles to move, almost making Cammy wish that she could cut her own clit off. But even when she wasn’t suffering because her Mistress was cumming, Cammy had to deal with a vibe wedged against her clit. She had not reckoned with the vibes moving the needles in her clit. Cammy had to try and reach an orgasm through the pain. But every time that she seemed to get close then Kate would cum, and the electricity would overcome the pleasure which Cammy had been seeking, and Cammy had to start again.

Through the course of the nine hours Kate had seventeen orgasms, and Cammy had only one. But it was the best and longest orgasm of Cammy’ life.

It was Cammy’s nineteenth birthday.

The End.