Maso-camming: Parts 1 to 4

Maso-Camming Parts One to Four

Maso-Camming: Part One

It had started when Cammy had gone away to university to do ancient history and archaeology. They were subjects which had always fascinated her. But less fascinating was the cost. At the very least, if she lived in penury for the three years of her course, Cammy would be over sixty thousand pounds in debt, with tuition fees and everything else. But she wanted to enjoy her time at university. She would only be there the once.

Cammy had heard about cam-girls, who raised money by performing in front of a camera – usually the one on their computer. Cammy was no prude. She enjoyed sex as much as the next girl, and the last time that she had gone on holiday, to the south of France, she had gone to a naturist beach, so that she could get an overall tan. She was not the least bothered about people seeing her naked. In fact, the idea kind of turned her on, to have sad old men wanking away as they stared at her nude form.

So Cammy had set herself up as a cam-girl: Cammy the cam-girl. It had almost seemed like nominative destiny. And the money had started rolling in, just for going naked on camera and playing with herself – something which she liked doing, anyway.

She had plenty of different dildoes and vibrators, in a range of colours and sizes. The first time that she fucked her pussy with a dildo shaped like a dog’s cock she came on camera, with all those dirty old men watching her.

Cammy was eighteen years old, and she was immediately popular. Perhaps it helped that, with her long brunette hair, innocent face and shaven pussy, she looked younger than her eighteen years. Only the fact that her breasts had filled out into a D-cup really proved that she was legitimate.

One day Cammy got a request for something different to the options which she offered. The request came from a hatchet-face woman, who had to be fifty years old if she was a day. Her face was in a corner on Cammy’s monitor. The typed request was for Cammy to put a couple of clamps on her nipples while she fucked herself with a dildo. The woman was offering twice the usual amount of money.

Cammy considered the request. The more money she made, in a shorter period, the more time she could spend on her studies. After all, the whole point of this was to make money for university, not to show off her body. So why not?

Cammy did not have any nipple clamps, but she did have some clothes pegs, from when she had to hang up washing inside her rooms, not having a dryer where she was. That was acceptable to the stern-faced woman. So Cammy got the clothes pegs out of her bathroom, and placed them on her erect nipples. She had expected them to hurt too much. And yes, they did hurt as they squeezed Cammy’s light brown nipples. But Cammy also felt a surge of pleasure. The pain led her to somewhere else, to a zone of pleasure beyond the pain. It did not take Cammy very long to come, with those plastic pegs adorning her nipples. She had the very best orgasm of her young life. And Cammy was instantly hooked.

The next day Cammy bunked off her classes and travelled to the nearest sex shop which, according to the internet, had a range of BDSM gear. Cammy told herself that this was only an investment, and that what she bought would pay for itself many times over.

Cammy was surprised to see that the sex shop was being run by a woman, and one of the most beautiful women who Cammy had ever seen. The woman had the tanned skin of a Latino or Spaniard, and had shoulder length black hair. She wore tight, ripped jeans, knee-high black boots, and a black tee shirt emblazoned with the name of the sex sop. The material of the tee shirt was thin, and it was obvious that the shop owner was not wearing a brassiere. It was also obvious that she had pierced nipples, with a horizontal bar through each.

Cammy was turned on as she went through the sex shop, looking at all of the things on display. There was everything which she had ever imagined, and much more beside. it struck her just how inventive people could be in the creation of devices to titillate and to torment.

Cammy did not buy any magazines or videos. Why bother when you had the internet? What she did purchase were three buttplugs: one red, one black and one which Cammy thought would be too large for her but which she bought anyway; six new dildoes, including a black one with silver studs along its shiny length; various breast and nipple clamps; piercing needles (despite the fact that she had never been pierced before); a riding crop; leather bonds; a pair of handcuffs; a corset which looked as though it would be too tight but which she simply had to have; various lead weights; and even an electrical shock box plus attachments for on and in her teenaged body.

Cammy took her purchases up to the woman at the desk, heeling very self-conscious. The woman’s dark eyes stared into Cammy’s soul, as though she knew exactly what Cammy wanted them for. It did not occur to Cammy that maybe this woman was one of her subscriber’s. Cammy was about to spend a small fortune in sexual paraphernalia.

Cammy blushed, and looked away.

“This comes to a lot of money.” the woman said. She had a Spanish accent. Cammy though that it sounded sexy. “Maybe I give you a deal, if you like. Come back here at six, when I close up, and we test some of the devices out on you, and I give you 25% off.”

“Yes.” Cammy said, without thinking. The amount had been a lot more than she had expected, and would more than max out her credit card.

“See you at six.” the woman said.

Cammy almost ran out of the store. She felt nervous. She went around town to kill time. Then she went to a pub, where she had to produce her ID proving that she was eighteen years old, when the barman had accused her of only being fifteen. She drank a couple of Jack Daniel’s and cokes, before returning to the sex shop, making sure that she was there just before six o’clock.

Cammy took her purchases up to the woman at the desk, heeling very self-conscious. The woman’s dark eyes stared into Cammy’s soul, as though she knew exactly what Cammy wanted them for. It did not occur to Cammy that maybe this woman was one of her subscriber’s. Cammy was about to spend a small fortune in sexual paraphernalia.

Cammy blushed, and looked away.

“This comes to a lot of money.” the woman said. She had a Spanish accent. Cammy though that it sounded sexy. “Maybe I give you a deal, if you like. Come back here at six, when I close up, and we test some of the devices out on you, and I give you 25% off.”

“Yes.” Cammy said, without thinking. The amount had been a lot more than she had expected, and would more than max out her credit card.

“See you at six.” the woman said.

Cammy almost ran out of the store. She felt nervous. She went around town to kill time. Then she went to a pub, where she had to produce her ID proving that she was eighteen years old, when the barman had accused her of only being fifteen. She drank a couple of Jack Daniel’s and cokes, before returning to the sex shop, making sure that she was there just before six o’clock.

Cammy did not think, but marched inside. The woman smiled, and closed up, changing the sign and locking the door.

“Come out back.” the woman said. Cammy noticed that the woman’s nipples were erect. Cammy followed her into the back of the store, then up some stairs into the woman’s rooms, and along to the woman’s bedroom. It was clear, from the various vibrators on shelves on the walls, that the woman liked to test the produce which she sold. There was a massive flat screen TV attached to one wall, connected to a Blu Ray player. There were leather bonds attached to the four corners of the bed. It looked like this woman liked to tie her lovers up.

“Get undressed.” the woman said. She stripped off her tee shirt, boots and jeans, proving that she wore no underwear, and that her tan was all over. Her pussy was shaven – hardly a surprise. She had a metal bar through the base of her clitoral hood (not her clit).

Cammy stripped off her clothing, as well, feeling a little nervous. She guessed that she would be the one in the leather bonds. She was not wrong, as she was told to spread-eagle herself on the bed. Feeling a little like a sacrificial victim, Cammy did just that.

“I like to torment the clits of naughty girls.” the woman said, once Cammy was tied tightly. The woman showed Cammy a small, metal ring. It had two halves joined by a hinge. There were two very thing strips of what looked like plastic separating the metal. There a tiny lever, which the woman operated to show Cammy that the device could easily be removed. There was a contact on each bit of metal, where a wire could be attached. It was clear that this was a shock collar for the clit.

“I was going to snap it onto your clit, but your clit is a little bigger than I expected.” the woman said. “Instead I will use suction to pull your clit up into the ring. If you let me use this on you I will give it to you for free, plus a vacuum pump to attach to the end.”

“Okay.” Cammy said. It only took her a second to come to a decision. She needed the reduction which the woman was offering, and the thought of electrical torture to her clit had magnified her late masochistic tendencies a thousand-fold.

The woman attached one end of the clit ring to a vacuum clamp, which had obviously been designed for that purpose. The woman put the ring at the end of Cammy’s clit, touching it. She pumped the vacuum device, and Cammy’s clit was drawn inexorably into the ring. It was uncomfortable, as the ring was less than the natural diameter of her clit. Cammy would not be able to wear it for long.

Cammy squealed in pain as her clit was sucked up until the ring was at the very base of her clit, and a little of her clit was protruding out of the end of the ring not touching her groin. The woman released the vacuum pump. Cammy was glad that there was an easy release lever for this ring, as otherwise she didn’t think that she would be able to get it off her clit.

The Spanish woman plugged a blue wire into one side of the ring, and a red wire into the other side. When the ring was electrified the shocks would go through Cammy’s clit – the most sensitive part of her body – but nowhere else. It was only her clit which was about to get fried.

“I’ll put it on one to begin with.” the Spanish lady said. A wire from the TENS unit, on a table beside the bed, trailed to a handheld device.

“Make me cum.” the Spanish lady said. “Make me cum and I’ll stop hurting your clit.”

The Spaniard climbed onto the bed and sat on Cammy’s face. Cammy began to lick. She could do nothing else.

At first there were no shocks. But, after a couple of minutes, the thirty-something Spanish woman pressed a button on the handheld device, and electricity surged through Cammy’s clit. It was worse than Cammy had expected, never having been shocked before. But she knew that she could take it. And it only lasted a second.

Cammy had some experience in using her tongue to bring women to orgasm, having experimented with her friends, and it was not long before the senior woman was close to cumming on Cammy face.

I turn it up now.” the woman said, as she turned the dial to three. The fact is that, for many people, the more aroused that they become the more sadistic – and this was the case with this Spanish sex shop owner. She had tortured many sluts with her devices, and she always got crueller when she was within sight of an orgasm. Cammy, meanwhile, was equally turned on, and she had made a discovery: that the more turned on she was, the more pain she could manage. Oh, she still felt the pain, but somehow it was also pleasure.

Just before the older woman came she turned the dial up to ten. It was not something which she had intended to do when she had climbed on Cammy’s face. But her sadistic tendencies were at maximum. Her right thumb hovered over the button. And then she came…

In the throes of her orgasm the Spanish lady screamed out her joy as she came in a massive orgasm. Her thumb jabbed down and stayed there for the length of the orgasm. Cammy screamed, came in a massive orgasm herself, and fainted.

Maso-Camming: Part Two

Cammy lay on the bed, recovering from her massive, overwhelming paingasm. She had never felt anything like that before. By the time she had recovered the ring had been removed from her clit, and she was no longer bound to the bed.

Cammy sat up, supporting herself on one elbow. The Spanish sadist was eyeing her, her eyes bright with cruelty and satisfied lust.

“I don’t even know your name.” Cammy said, as the Spanish sadist put the clit shock ring and the vacuum pump in the bag with her other shopping.

“You can call me Kate.” the woman said.

“Well, you can call me Cammy.” Cammy said.

“Okay, Cammy. Say, I have a proposition for you. Now and then I get items which I cannot sell legally any more, things like Kali’s Teeth Bracelets. Most of them are used for torturing men. I get a lot of male slaves coming in here, looking for things to torture their cock and balls. But sometimes I get things for nipples, or things designed to be used on women. If you let me try them out on you first I will sell them for a reduced price.”

“I’ll think about it.” Cammy said, as she began to get dressed. She had not intended to spend as much money as she had. Maybe other toys would have to wait. Cammy finished getting dressed and made her way back to her university rooms.

Kate, though, after Cammy had gone, got out her laptop and hooked it up to the hidden cameras in the room. Then she hooked up her laptop to the massive TV monitor on the wall. Soon Kate was naked on the bed, a thick dildo pistoning in and out of her shave cunt, as she watched herself sitting on Cammy’s face, torturing her clit with electricity, all in wonderful ultra-high definition. Yes, this Cammy was a find indeed. Kate was sure that she would be back…

Cammy had fun playing with her new toys on her cam site. She found herself going on there more often than ever, despite the fact that she had told herself that she was doing this so that she would have more time to spend on her university courses. She did not admit to herself that she was addicted.

She listed, to begin with, the black buttplug. That proved popular. It seemed that people liked to see her stuff a big plastic plug up her tiny anus before she brought herself off with a vibrator. She had a lot of males watching her. But, judging from the names, she was now picking up a fair number of girls, as well. Cammy imagined some women watching her as she orgasmed with her arsehole full of plastic. Maybe those women were imagining doing something similar.

For the second session after seeing Kate and getting the toys Cammy wore the corset. She laced it as tightly as she could. It made it awkward to breathe. But it made her feel a lot sexier. Whether that was psychological or not Cammy did not know. All that she knew was that she had a tingle in her clit when she put the corset on.

Occasionally Cammy would get to see her subscribers as she played, if they had their computer cam turned on. One day Cammy saw, on her monitor, three girls, all fully dressed. The girls did not look much older than she was. They were staring at Cammy as she fucked herself with a thick, black dildo, one which stretched out her youthful home. Cammy was feeling wicked, and in the need for more pain.

Do you want to see me use the riding crop on myself? Cammy typed. She had not yet set up that as one of the things that people could pay for, so this would be a freebie.

Yes one of the girls typed in, as she watched Cammy.

Where do you want me to whip myself? Cammy asked. Arse, breasts or pussy?

Cammy could see a brief conversation between the three girls, but she didn’t know what was being said. The girl nearest the keyboard typed in all three.

Cammy took up the riding crop, and began raining blows down on her arse. She saw the three girls strip down to their underwear as Cammy reddened her buttocks. Cammy kept on cropping her own arse until both of her arse cheeks were a bright pink colour. Cammy hardly felt the pain but pleasure instead. Her face reddened with arousal, until it was almost matching the hue of her buttocks.

Cammy changed position, facing her camera, so that she could whip her breasts. She could not apply a lot of force in that position. It was more a turn on than a self-punishment. Glancing at the screen Cammy noticed that all three girls were now nude. Cammy could see that one of them was fingering her shaven cunt. The idea that she was turning on these three voyeurs inspired Cammy to greater self-torture. She spread her legs wide, bringing the end of the crop lashing down on her pussy.

Cammy did not hold back, but tried to hit herself as hard as possible. The position meant that she could not use the full force of her arm. It was more a flick with the riding crop than a proper whip stroke.

The three girls were now lying face down on the bed, their eyes open, close to their laptop, not wanting to miss a single thing. Their mouths were open, and their faces had a dreamy look. Cammy wanted to make these three cum. Using her left hand she spread her cunt open as much as she could, so that she could flick the leather tassel on the end of the crop at her pink slit. Nearly every strike of the crop was between Cammy’s spread labia (and she only hit her fingers a couple of times).

Cammy was close to orgasm. A few more hits and she knew that she would cum under the lash. For the finale she pulled aside her clitoral hood. She came the third time that the very tip of the leather riding crop splatted into her oh so sensitive clit.

After that Cammy added the riding crop to her possibilities. It proved to be popular, as was the black dildo with the silver studs along its length. People liked to see her struggle to get it inside her cunt. She listed the wingnut nipple clamps which she had bought, and which could be used to crush a nipple. She did not leave them on for too long – and found it almost as painful when they were removed.

Then, one evening, she got a request to bring herself to orgasm while wearing one of those wingnut clamps on her clit. The rquest had come from the hatchet-faced woman in her forties. The woman seemed like a real sadist, the one who would ignore safewords and never take No for an answer. Cammy told herself that she never wanted to fall into that woman’s hands.

Cammy had not even considered using the clamp on her clit. But it was a lot of money being offered. She could buy more toys with that money… If she put the clamp vertically rather than horizontally then it could work.

Never being one to shirk a challenged Cammy agreed. Her clit had completely recovered from its encounter with electricity. In fact it even seemed to be more sensitive than ever, and maybe a bit bigger. Cammy had always wanted a larger clit. Or maybe the idea that it was more sensitive was because Cammy was now just a more sexualised than before. But she was sure that it was a little bigger.

Cammy put her clit between the wooden bars and pressed the bars down on her clitoral hood, causing her clit to pop free. The edges of the bars were now at the very base of her clit. Cammy turned the wingnuts until her clit was held securely. Then she turned the wingnuts again until she was in considerable pain, her clit crushed by the wood. She reached for a vibe, only to read the message another turn.

The evil bitch was one of Cammy’s best subscribers. Gritting her teeth and trying not to scream Cammy gave each wingnut another turn. Her clit was almost squashed flat. The end of it had been squashed so much that the barest fraction poked out between the wooden bars of the clamp.

Cammy touched that little bit of her clit with the buzzing end of her favourite vibe. She was not even sure that she could cum with so much pain. But she could. She had the second best orgasm of her life. It was clear that clit torture had become an orgasmic need. But she was still very glad when she could undo that clamp and massage her tortured clit.

Cammy then took a break from camming for a few days, telling herself that she had made enough money for a while.

She might not have needed the money, but she needed the pain. As soon as her clit fully recovered she was back on the site, offering to use piercing needles on her decent-sized breasts. The needles proved to be popular, as people paid to see her force these needles down into her flesh to the head. The needles were very thin, so that they would leave no permanent mark. Cammy resembled a porcupine, she would end up with so many sticking out of her tits. Each needle was painful. Each needle was a masochistic delight.

Then there was the evening when those three girls, not really much older than Cammy, came back on. Cammy could see all three as they lay naked on the bed, wherever they were. They had lost all shyness, even though they knew that Cammy could see them. Each of them had a vibrator or a dildo.

Where do you put the needles? one of them typed. They hadn’t seen Cammy play with the needles yet.

In my breasts. Cammy typed back.

Where else? Cammy thought for a second. Part of her really liked turning on these three, and she didn’t want to disappoint them by going all vanilla on them.

Where would you like them to go? Cammy typed, guessing what the answer would be.

In your pussy. Well, the client was always right. Cammy broke open her piercing needles, and inserted them in her pussy mound, making sure that her camera picked up every detail as she pushed them in. She moaned in pain and arousal as she transfixed herself.

All around her mons veneris they went, as Cammy worked her way down. She knew what the three nasty girls wanted to see. Then she began to pierce her outer labia, sliding in one after the other. Cammy felt nervous, but also very turned on. She put needles in her inner labia. She carried on until she had only one needle left.

Scooting herself forward so that the picture that the girls would see was a close-up of the top of her cunt Cammy peeled back her clitoral hood with shaking fingers. She put the needle to the side of her clit, so that she could feel its point pricking her sensitive clit. Then Cammy, at her most masochistic, made a change of plans. She put the point of the needle at the end of her clit, the most sensitive point, but the needle pointing down into her body.

Cammy pressed the needle down until it was buried in her clit. She kept pushing until she felt the end of the needle touching the end of her clit.

Cammy shrieked as she came.

A few days after that Cammy decided to put the clit shock ring down on the options. As she was a little scared about using it again she made it very expensive: ten pounds for each second, and a multiple for each level to which the TENS was set. Maybe somebody would pay for a level one shock for three or four seconds. She could handle that. She set up a program connected to the TENS unit so that, on her computer keyboard, she could just enter units for the level of the shock, and up to 100 for the time. The TENS unit she had bought had a readout which, if the TENS unit was turned to face the camera on her PC, could clearly be seen, both the number of seconds and the reading.

The first person to use this new facility was the hatchet-faced woman in her forties. The woman paid for the maximum time, 100 seconds, at the maximum power, level ten.

For a couple of seconds Cammy balked. She wasn’t sure that she could handle that. A few seconds of it at the hands of Kate had knocked her out (but had also delivered that delicious paingasm in the process). But she decided that she wasn’t going to wimp out. She might lose all of her fans if she did.

She put in the numbers. She made sure that anybody watching could see the display. Then she pressed Return on her computer keyboard.

There was a couple of seconds of delay, then her clit was hit by the worst pain that Cammy had ever felt. The pain took her breath away. She could not scream. Her whole body seemed to shake as the pain tore through her clit. All that she could do was to grab hold of the bed as her clit was sent to hell. This was real torture, not some light BDSM play. To Cammy it felt as though she was being subjected to some Nazi torturer, intent on burning her clit away with a branding iron. Her body – especially her groin – shook with the shock for the full one hundred seconds. But it seemed a lot longer than that to Cammy. It felt as though time had slowed down to nothing. Every second ticked off was an aeon. This was torture on a geological scale of time.

Somehow she managed to stay conscious for the full one hundred seconds. She felt it all, every volt pulsed through her clit. But there was no orgasm. It was too intense.

An epoch later the electricity stopped. As soon as she recovered she took off the clit ring, and closed down the site for the night, perhaps forever.

Maso-Camming: Part Three

After the night suffering that hundred seconds of high electricity Cammy put away her toys, at least, for the moment, so that she could concentrate on her course. She had seriously neglected her Ancient History. So she got her head down and got to work, trying to concentrate on such things as an essay on Gaius Caesar Germanicus, the third Emperor of Rome, otherwise known as Caligula. But it was boring trying to write about Gaius’s relationship with the Praetorian Guard, when all that she was thinking about was all of the kinky things which he used to get up to. Why couldn’t she write about the rumours that he had fucked his sister Drusilla instead?

As to her clit, that had recovered from its endurance. Cammy had feared that she would lose sensitivity after so much electricity. But the TENS unit had been designed not to do any harm. Her clit was fine by the next day. It had lost no sensitivity. If anything it was a little more sensitive.

Whatever Cammy did, in trying to put her camming behind her, she couldn’t erase thoughts of domination and pain out of her mind. Looking at a female newsreader all that Cammy could think was that she would look a lot better with her trousers pulled down and some dominant woman – possibly with a Spanish accent – taking a riding crop to her sweet backside. She couldn’t hear any foreign accent without thinking about that mind-blowing yet painful orgasm at the hands of Kate, the sex shop owner. But Cammy told herself that she had all the toys she could ever need.

After a couple of weeks she began camming once more. She needed to exhibit herself. It filled a void which she had not known existed in her. But no electricity, this time. Those hundred seconds on level ten were an experience which she told herself that she never wanted to repeat. And that hatchet-faced woman – well, she was dangerous, as far as Cammy was concerned. The idea of ever falling into that woman’s hands filled her with fear. No, she would keep that sadist at the end of her computer screen.

She tried going back to just using her dildoes. But both she and her regulars now wanted her to suffer. So she tried using nipple clamps and the riding crop and her less painful toys. And that was okay, for a few days. But it wasn’t enough. She needed new toys. There was only one thing for it – another visit to see Kate, the sexy sex shop owner.

Knowing that they would not play until the store closed Cammy did not walk in until ten minutes to six. That would give her a chance to examine the merchandise before the inevitable happened, and Kate dominated her again, hopefully resulting in another spectacular orgasm.

Kate’s eyes lit up when Cammy entered the store. It was the look a wolf gets when it sees a lost lamb. Despite there being a few minutes top go until six, Kate flipped the sign to Closed and locked the door. She had other business to attend to. Nothing would come between her and this sweet little eighteen-year old masochist.

“I want some stuff.” Cammy said, before Kate could drag her away to her bed. Cammy picked up a few new toys while she was there in the main store: hoods, including ones without eyeholes; a dildo shaped like a dog’s cock, and stuff like that. Then she and Kate went to play.

They both stripped off quickly, wanting to get down to the sex.

“Rim me.” Kate said, sitting back on the bed, and holding her arse cheeks apart, to reveal her crinkled brown hole. This was something new to Cammy. But she didn’t complain. She lay on the bed, face down, her tongue licking Kate’s anus. It tasted clean. After a while Cammy forced the tip of her tongue into the unresisting arsehole. There was a taste, there, but nothing Cammy could not stand. Obviously Kate kept herself very clean.

Then Cammy felt the end of a riding crop hit her left buttock. Kate had picked up a crop from the table beside the bed, and was using it to bring a rosy glow to Cammy’s backside. None of the marks would last for very long, and all of them would fade by the time that Cammy got home. It was a very welcome level of pain for Cammy. It drove her on to pull apart Kate’s tanned buttocks with her own hands, and to try to bury her tongue even deeper in the musty arsehole. Part of Cammy, in her masochistic nature, wanted the tip of her tongue to encounter something really nasty, really foul-tasting. But it did not.

Kate flipped Cammy over so that she could sit on her face. Cammy used all of her increasing skill to bring Kate to the edge of orgasm. Kate decided that she wanted to keep this slip of a girl, to keep her as a permanent sex slave. Cammy could then give her orgasms every day. Kate lightly lashed Cammy’s shaven mound with the crop, just flicking her whip at the mons veneris.

Cammy fingered her own cunt as she gave oral pleasure to Kate. But as Cammy neared her own orgasm she was seized by a need by a need, a deep need, to combine her pleasure with pain. Instead of fingering her snatch she grabbed her labia, spreading them as wide as possible, revealing the shiny pink wetness between them.

Kate could not fail to notice that action.

“If you insist.” Kate said. There was one final stroke of the riding crop, brought down with all of the strength which Kate could muster in that position. The tip of the riding crop went between the spread labia to sting the defenceless walls of Cammy’s cunt, while part of the shaft flattened Cammy’s turgid clit. Cammy screamed her orgasm into Kate’s wet cunt. And that was enough for Kate to cum as well. Kate collapsed onto the bed, as both women recovered from their orgasms.

“Before you go I have something new.” Kate said, when both women had recovered from their senses-shattering pleasure. “It is like the shock ring, but improved. It has a computer chip inside and sensors, so you can wear it for an extended period. There will be no damage. It is tight enough so that you can’t pull it off. In fact it shrinks to pinch if you try. But there will be no harm. If you wear three until next time you come you can have them for free.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll try them.” Cammy said. She was always up for free stuff. She sat up on the bed, while Kate fetched the rings, They looked similar to the one which Cammy had, except that she could not see a tiny lever release.

“How do they come off?” Cammy asked. She didn’t want to have to wear them for the rest of her life.

“They have wifi. There is a computer command to release.” Kate said. She grabbed one of Cammy’s breasts, attached a ring to the end of a vacuum tube, and sucked the nipple up into the tube. It was uncomfortable, but only until the vacuum tube was released. The metal ring was left at the very base of Cammy’s nipple. It was tight, but not tight enough to cause any pain. Cammy could see herself wearing the ring for a long time. But as Cammy contemplated that, and as Kate sucked up the other nipple, Cammy felt her sensitive nipple coming erect. The computer chip had enclosed the nipple enough so that blood would go in until the nipple was erect – and sensitive. But it would only release enough blood out to avoid necrosis. The nipple would remain erect while the band was around its base.

“Look, I’m not sure about this…” Cammy said, beginning to have sensible thoughts at last. But Kate pretended not to hear her, as she sucked up a clit into the vacuum tube, until the microchipped band was at the very base of the clit. The band, and the tiny extensions for wires connected to the TENS unit, served to hold the clitoral hood back. This left Cammy’s clit not only erect, but permanently exposed, no longer protected by the flesh of the clitoral hood.

“I will take them off the next time that you come to see me.” Kate said. “Not until then. I want to know what they are like when worn for an extended period of time. Maybe I will wear some myself. But next time you come I want you to come to be my permanent slave. I want you to be my maso slut. Come live here, and I will dominate you every day.”

“I… I’ll think about it.” Cammy said, before she escaped. But she did not want that. She wanted to carry on at university. So she left the sex shop with the rings attached. She had no desire to be a permanent slave.

Every step on the way back to the train station was interesting, shall we say? Her nipples were erect, and pushing against the tee shirt which Cammy was wearing. With every step they brushed against the cloth.

Worse was the ring around Cammy’s clit, though. It kept her sensitive clit erect, and pointing out, not protected by her clitoral hood. Cammy had, on going to see Kate, worn tight jeans with no knickers. The tip of the clit brushed against the tough material of the jeans with every single step. It felt more like sandpaper than denim. Cammy had one orgasm just walking to the train station. But somehow she and her new adornments made it back to her rooms.

Yet what would the future be like, in the next few days, with her going around with engorged nipples and clit?

Maso-Camming: Part Four

Cammy’s nipples and clit, held by the rings, did not go down. They stayed painfully erect. But the computer chips in the rings worked. There was no necrosis. They allowed enough blood to escape so that no real damage was done to nipples and clit, apart from the fact that they wee now permanently aroused.

Cammy, as soon as she had got back to her rooms, had tried to slide one of the nipple rings off. But she had had to stop. The ring had shrunk down a little, painfully pinching the base of her nipple, so that she yelped and had to pull her fingers away. She was glad that she had not tried to pull off the clit ring instead.

Her nipples now showed through nearly every bit of clothing which she possessed. If she put on a tee shirt it was clear that her nipples were erect. They looked freakish, pushing at the cloth. The ring at the base seemed to accentuate their size, as though they had grown. They were sticking out at least an inch. The only top which she could wear was this really big and floppy, shapeless cream-coloured woollen pullover. She had to wear a tee shirt under the pullover, as the wool of the pullover irritated her nipples too much.

As to her clit, that was not so visible. Her clit was not really big enough that Cammy had to worry about the bulge. But everything that touched the clit irritated it. It was like she was constantly on the verge of orgasm. She didn’t have any skirts, and even her softest knickers were too much of a touch. She tried wearing her sexy silk knickers. But within five minutes of putting them on the soft material had put her over a summit of an orgasm.

In the end she decided to embrace the experience. She began wearing her tightest, thinnest jeans, ones which she did not usually wear because they were now a size too small. Every time she put them on she got an embarrassing camel toe in her crotch. But now she was now so sexualised that she no longer cared if people’s gazes focused on her cunt. She wanted them to look at her. So she wore those jeans. And their cloth rubbed at the end of her clit, threatening an orgasm every time she went for a stroll. But Cammy told herself that she would get used to it.

She was now aroused all of the time. She found it next to impossible to concentrate on her studies. She still went to lectures (orgasming on the way there) but she hardly heard the words of the lecturers. They went in one ear and out the other. Trying to write an essay was equally hard. Rude words kept appearing in her prose. She had to correct herself, rereading each essay carefully, after she had found herself calling one Roman senator Clitoris.

In the evenings – she wasn’t camming again just yet – she checked out porn. She couldn’t help it. Her body was turned on, and her mind was obsessed with sex, especially when it involved elements of pain or submission.

She looked for story sites. She found the FetLibrary, which seemed to be the best of the ones still going (although she did dip into the BDSMlibrary as well). But the FetLibrary had new stories. Every time that she went on the internet, even if she was supposed to be researching Cicero, say, she would first go to the FetLibrary to see if any new stories had appeared.

The best stories, in her opinion, were the ones of a woman submitting to another woman. In the past Cammy had considered herself to be straight. But she had to admit, to herself, that thoughts of lesbian submission turned her on far more than somebody writing about a hard cock (although she did not really need to be any more turned on at the moment). She gobbled up those tales. Her favourites included the Group XS stories. In her wildest moments she imagined herself in the place of the tortured young women, with the indignities and cruelties heaped on her, not them. Not that she would want anything approaching the sadism in those tales inflicted on her body. No, these were just fantasies, and in fantasies you could be as wild as you wanted. You could be as masochistic in your fantasies as you wanted, without their being any damage to your body.

Maybe if Cammy had not been permanently aroused, permanently not far from a clitoral orgasm, she might not have masturbated to stories of girls being punished by having their nipples slowly destroyed (The Party at House Victoria), or a cigarette meeting a clit (Tea on Thursdays), or a glowing branding iron pressed into a pubic mound (For my Lord). Cammy read all those tales, and many more. In each case she imagined that she was the girl being brutally tortured. And in each case she came as she read the climax of the torture.

She even tried writing her own stories, with the idea of maybe submitting them to the FetLibrary. But she never got that far, as she would have to keep on breaking off to finger herself, or ram a hard dildo into her cunt. She decided to leave writing stories to other people.

Then there were videos. She trawled the internet looking for videos of women being dominated by other women. Men no longer really interested her, at least in that way. She found a few. But either the women being tortured were tool old or ugly, or the action was not hot enough for her.

Then she discovered Queensnake’s website. She became a subscriber (hell, she could afford it). None of the women were ugly, and the action was a lot harder than on other sites. Cammy had thought that her own camming was hardcore. But Queensnake showed just how far she had to go.

There were videos of cigarette torture: really cigarette torture, not cigarettes coming near naked female flesh but not connecting. In many of those videos, such as Ashes to Ashes and Cigarette, the victim was wearing a body stocking, which was slowly burned away by the glowing ember of the cigarette, first at the breasts then at the crotch. Those videos usually ended with the red hot tip of the cigarette making contact with the inner cunt flesh. The tip of the cigarette tended to be trailed across the flesh, rather than being stubbed out. None of the women seemed to end up with terrible scars or burns.

From then on cigarette torture was a real turn on for Cammy. She had ruled it out as being unrealistic, and causing mutilation. But it showed that it could be done. In some of the videos, like Cigarette, the victim was burning herself. Cammy decided that she would have to try it, even though she didn’t smoke.

Submissive were also burned with flash cotton set alight (Flash Cotton – Ruby) and candle flames (various). Women were whipped, over and over again. Women were shocked, in arseholes, urethras and cunts. Stinging nettles were used. Even leeches were allowed to fasten themselves onto genitalia (Bath Diver). Yet none of the women on the site seemed to have any scars which Cammy could see.

One of the favourites of Cammy, after the ones involving cigarette torture, involved Jeby as a victim. In it Queensnake inserted a metal cunt-spreader in Jeby’s snatch, and a kind of metal sound up Jeby’s peehole. Wires to a shock device were attached to each. Queensnake took great delight in sending shocks between Jeby’s peehole and the walls of her cunt, over and over, for a far greater period than Cammy had ever suffered. It was not really possible to tell just how bad the shocks were, but Cammy bet that they were not light. Jeby really suffered.

The best bit was at the end, though, when Queensnake leaves the shocks coming at random, turns out the light, and leaves Jeby in the dark. But you can see a brief light each time a shock comes. Cammy imagined that it was her, there, tied up and being shocked, and that she was left all through the night, with no way to escape, and no way to escape the shocks. Oh, the idea of that caused her to cum and cum again. To be locked up like that, and have no control, was undeniably erotic.

She wondered whether she could set up something like that in her room, maybe one Saturday night running into Sunday morning. She knew that you could get time release padlocks. She could get some of those and chain herself up so that she could not escape, with a metal sound in her peehole and a thick metal dildo stretching her young cunt. She was sure that she could turn control of the shocks over to people logging into her camming site, so that they could control the intensity and frequency of the shocks. The problem before was that she had allowed one continuous shock. She could get over that by having the shocks on a pulse, with a shock only lasting a second or so and, at the most, coming every couple of seconds. That wouldn’t kill her. The more that she thought about it the more that she wanted to do it. But that would mean going and negotiating with Kate, and she didn’t want any pressure to become her permanent slave, for the simple reason that part of Cammy wanted to give in, to become a slave forever. But she was not yet ready for that sort of a commitment.

The fantasy, though, of an extended, gruelling session would not go away – nor, for that matter, did the fantasy of being a 24/7 slave.

Things changed for Cammy after one of her Roman History lectures, strangely enough, the last place that Cammy had thought would lead to anything interesting. The woman giving the lecture was one Mrs Anderson.

Mrs Anderson was in her forties. She had short blonde hair, and was of average height. She was maybe a little too broad. Cammy had never bothered about how Mrs Anderson had looked in the past. She had just been a lecturer. But now, in her highly-sexualised state, Cammy couldn’t look at somebody without imagining them naked. In her mind’s eye she saw a naked Mrs Anderson on her knees, one hand buried in her blonde bush, while the other held a spurting male cock as it delivered hot, white cum onto her smiling face. Her eyes were closed because they were covered by the cum of men who had orgasmed beforehand. Spunk dripped off her face onto her full breasts. And there were dozens of naked, aroused men waiting to cum all over the lecturer’s face, in this splendid bukkake…

Cammy sat down, intending to concentrate ion the lecture.

“Miss Cammy Logan, please see me at the end of the lecture.” Mrs Anderson said. Cammy had to sit through the entire lecture on Eliogabalus not knowing what Mrs Anderson wanted. But it couldn’t be good. it had to be with the fact that she had lost concentration on her course.

At the end of the lecture Cammy walked down to where Mrs Anderson waited to speak to her, feeling like a condemned woman approaching the guillotine.