Maso-camming: Parts 5 to 8

Maso-Camming: Parts 5 to 8

Maso-Camming: Part Five

Cammy stood in front of her lecturer, not knowing that the older woman wanted. Cammy’s face was red, but not out of embarrassment, but because she was trying to hold back an orgasm. Cammy just wanted to get out of there.

“Sunday morning, I want you to come around to my house.” Mrs Anderson said. “This is the address. I have something which I need to show you.”

Mrs Anderson handed Cammy a piece of paper. Mrs Anderson’s home was about a two mile walk from Cammy’s rooms.

“Sunday morning, nine o’clock, if you know what’s good for you.” Mrs Anderson said, then walked away. Cammy was left staring at the address.

Cammy had intended to take the train to a certain sex shop and beg Kate to take the rings off. But that would have to wait until the following weekend now. Cammy would have to wear them for another week. She wondered what it was all about.

Sunday morning Cammy left her rooms at a quarter past eight in the morning, to walk the two miles to Mrs Anderson’s home. Cammy was wearing her skin-tight jeans and her shapeless woollen pullover, but with a jacket over the pullover as it looked like rain.

She walked as fast as she could, trying her best to ignore the rubbing of her tee shirt against her nipples, or the denim of her jeans against her clit. She was only partially successful, as she managed to get over halfway to Mrs Anderson’s home before she was overwhelmed by an unwanted orgasm. She had to steady herself against a garden wall as she came. Just as she was recovering it started to rain. But not just to rain, but to really tip it down. The heavens opened.

Cammy was soaked to the skin by the time that she got to Mrs Anderson’s house. It was a nice Georgian one, with the lecturer’s red Porsche on the drive at the front. At least there was a porch, in which Cammy could shelter as she rang the bell.

Mrs Anderson opened the door almost immediately. Cammy was more than a little surprised to see that the lecturer was wearing a black tee shirt and a black leather miniskirt. It was clear from the way that Mrs Anderson’s boobs moved around under the black tee shirt that the woman was not wearing a bra. The older woman’s nipples were clearly erect. Cammy could not take her eyes off them.

“Come in, and take your wet things off.” Mrs Anderson said. She was smiling, and in a good mood. It appeared that Cammy was not going to get a dressing down, after all. Cammy began to suspect other, ulterior motives for her being here. The idea thrilled her.

Cammy handed over her coat, and took off her shoes. She kept on her pullover, even though it was soaking wet, for obvious reasons.

“Come into my study.” Mrs Anderson said. The study was a large room on the ground floor, at the back of the house. Shelves lined the room, and they were full of old, leather-bound books. There was a large mahogany desk dominating the centre of the room. A large monitor, 48 inches at the least, had been set up on the desk, linked to a laptop. Mrs Anderson pressed the Return button on the laptop. A video began to play. It showed Cammy’s last but one camming session, when she had used needles on her pussy. The video began with the first needle being forced into Cammy’s shaven pubic mound, and ended when Cammy had cum as she had forced the last needle deep into her clit.

“What do you want?” Cammy asked. It was clear that this was blackmail. The threat was not needed. Cammy wasn’t stupid. Why else show this video.

“I want you to submit to me.” Mrs Anderson said. “Nine o’clock, every Sunday morning, if you know what’s good for you, my sweet little Cammy.”

“Fine.” Cammy said. She was turned on, and the idea of submitting to this milf was arousing. Had she not had the ring around her clit, keeping her in a state of sexual tension, then Cammy would almost certainly refused. But she wasn’t thinking clearly. All of her actions were decided by her libido – and Cammy badly wanted to submit to this woman.

“Good.” Mrs Anderson said. “When we are here, playing our games, you are to call me Mistress, or Mistress Anderson. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Anderson.”

“Good. Get out of your wet clothes.”

Cammy stripped off. Mrs Anderson could not help but notice the rings around her clit and nipples.

“What are those?” she asked.

“They are high tech rings to control the blood flow.” Cammy said. “I am testing them out for a dominant woman who runs a sex shop. They keep my nipples and clit erect, and me on a verge of an orgasm. I do not know how to take them off. I am going to go back to her in a week or two, tell her my experiences, and have her take them off.”

“God, you really are a little slut.” Mistress Anderson said. “Let me put your pullover in the wash. It’s leaking on the carpet. I’ll wash it and get it back to you some time.”

When Mistress Anderson returned she looked a little sterner of visage. She stood in front of the mahogany desk, her legs spread.

“Crawl to me and lick my cunt!” Mistress Anderson hissed. Cammy, permanently turned on, could not have refused such a command in a thousand years. She crawled on all fours to kneel at her mistress’s feet. She was now inches from Mistress Anderson’s cunt, naked under the leather miniskirt. Mistress Anderson was shaven. She was also pierced through her outer labia by silver rings. Cammy grasped the rings, and used them to spread. her mistress’s cunt lips, so that her tongue could get at the sweetness within, as the lecturer stood dominating Cammy.

Mistress Anderson came quickly the first time, her cum juices flowing into Cammy’s eager mouth. But once was not enough for the mature woman. She and Cammy made love into the early afternoon. She fisted Cammy’s cunt, managing to get her whole hand inside up to the wrist; she used a large black strap-on to fuck Cammy up the arse and in her cunt, before having Cammy lick the dildo clean; she had Cammy lick her anus for an extended period; she spanked Cammy’s backside until it was pink, while alternately fingering Cammy’s cunt; and she finished, eventually, by sitting on Cammy’s face and pinching Cammy’s nipples with her fingernails. By the time that sexual exhaustion overcame the two women Mrs Anderson had come half a dozen times, and Cammy a couple more than that. Mistress Anderson had not quite finished with Cammy, though.

“I have instructions for you.” Mistress said. “From now on, you will dress in my lectures in this way. You are to wear the tightest, sheerest white tee shirt which you possess, with nothing over the tee shirt. You are to wear tall leather boots. The only other item which you are allowed to wear is a leather micromini, with the shortest hem you can find. If you don’t own one go out and buy one. When you sit in my lectures you are to spread your legs so that when I look at you, I will be able to see your naked cunt.”

Cammy blushed. If she wore clothing like that everybody would be able to see her nipples. Anybody in front of her who turned around, to look over their shoulders, would be able to see her naked cunt. But she did not argue. She accepted that this was just one more step in her journey.

Cammy went home. She now had another Mistress to satisfy, after Kate.

The next time that Mrs Anderson was lecturing Cammy was there, in the front row, trying to listen to every word, but failing, as her thoughts were all on the coming Sunday. Cammy was wearing a white tee shirt with very thin cloth. Her erect nipples could not be ignored. One girl had already called her a slut.

Cammy was also wearing thigh-high black leather boots and a black leather micro-mini. The skirt was so short that it only just covered Cammy’s shaven cunt when she was standing. But sitting down it did not cover her crotch.

Cammy spread her legs wide, showing off her shaven, wet cunt to her milf mistress. Mrs Anderson smiled.

Maso-Camming: Part Six

As Cammy was leaving Mrs Anderson’s lecture one of the other female students came over to her. The student was a young black woman. Cammy thought that it was going to be another accusation of being a slut. But it wasn’t.

“I’ve seen your cam show.” the girl said. “My name’s Darla. But you can call me Mistress Darla. I’m coming around your rooms Saturday night to help you cam. I think you need a strict hand. If you liked sticking a needle in your clit you’re gonna love me. See you, slave.”

That was that. Cammy had been going to go back to see Kate on Saturday, as her Sunday’s were no longer free. But it seemed that she would have to see Kate some other time. And it seemed that she was going to be camming again, as well.

She sighed.

Saturday night, at a little before nine, there was a knock on Cammy’s door. Cammy opened the door naked. She now spent nearly all of her time alone in her room without any clothes on. And it seemed to save time greeting Darla naked, as Cammy suspected that this encounter was going to be highly sexual.

Darla had on leather boots and a big brown mackintosh that came down to her knees, as far as Cammy could tell. Darla did not seem the least bit bothered by seeing Cammy naked. Of course she had seen it all before on a computer screen.

“Glad to see you’re in the mood.” Darla said, looking at Cammy’s erect nipples and clit. But Cammy was now always in the mood. She couldn’t help it.

Darla shucked off her mackintosh. Beneath it she was wearing a red basque, which left her shave cunt quite bare. Darla reached into one of the pockets of the mackintosh and pulled out a leather hood, which not only looked fierce but would serve to hide her identity.

“Get on the bed, slut.” Darla said. It was then that Darla noticed the red dildo shaped like a dog’s cock.

“You dirty slut!” Darla said. “So you fantasise about sucking off dogs, do you? Well, get that dildo in your mouth and give it the best blow job ever.”

Cammy did just that. She stared into the camera with her doe eyes, while sucking on the end of the dog dildo. She swirled her tongue around the end, an undeniably erotic sight. Meanwhile, Darla added a few words, made up on the spur of the moment.

“Watch Cammy suck on that dog dildo. But she would much prefer that it was a real doggy cock. Cammy loves to feel a dog cock in her cunt, the dog fucking away. But Cammy much prefers to have that doggy cock in her mouth, sucking away until its milky cum leaks into her mouth. She swallows it all down, not wanting to waste a single drop. It is her favourite drink. Just drinking that slimy cum is enough to make her cum. She is a real dog-sucking bitch. I wish that we could show Cammy sucking on a real dog’s cock, but Britain’s restrictive laws prevent anything like that. But believe me when I say that I have seen Cammy suck dog after dog after dog, always swallowing their cum. She can’t get enough of it. Any dog will do, as long as it has a big cock. Her favourite position is on her knees, her head under its belly, her lips wrapped around its cock. I’ve seen her holding a pint glass under its cock, and milking doggy cock after doggy cock into the glass, so that she does not miss a single drop of spunk, and can swallow it all down…”

On and on the invective went, describing acts of perverse bestiality. Cammy’s cheeks reddened with humiliated embarrassment. But she was undeniably turned on by the mental images which Darla had summoned. Had there been a real dog in her bedroom, just then, Cammy would almost have certainly wrapped her lips around its cock for real.

Eventually Darla tired of this game, mainly because she wanted to ride Cammy’s face. Darla had picked up the riding crop. She sat on Cammy’s face, spreading her fleshy lips, and commanding Cammy to make her cum.

“As you know this slut really loves pain.” Darla said, as Cammy’s tongue began its work in Darla’s shaven, ebony cunt. “So who are we to deny her desire? I’m gonna use this crop to whip her cunt. I’m only gonna stop when this maso cunt makes me cum.”

Darla did not build up with the crop. She was not as skilled in such matters as Kate. She used her full strength from the start. It was lucky for Cammy that the crop was relatively soft, as, otherwise, Darla would have drawn blood. As it was Cammy ended up with marks all over her upper thighs and cunt that lasted for days before fading away.

When Darla came – and, luckily for Cammy, it didn’t take very long – Darla hit the end of the crop right down on the end of Cammy’s erect clit, making Cammy scream and jerk under her. That was a suitable climax both for Darla, and for the session.

On another time Darla put on a strap-on and fucked Cammy in the arsehole. It was the biggest fake cock which Cammy had yet had in her arse. She made sexy little moaning sounds as the anal rape went on and on. On and on Darla pounded away as people watched. It was a turn on for the black girl, raping this white girl’s arsehole.

As she pounded away Darla grabbed Cammy’s long brown hair, pulling Cammy’s head back so that Cammy had to open her mouth. Her little pink tongue stuck out. But it stuck out even more when Darla grabbed Cammy around the neck and began throttling her. Cammy’s face darkened as her oxygen was cut off. She couldn’t breathe, and she began to get scared, waving an arm around to indicate that Darla should stop. Darla eventually got the message, but only as the room began to swim in front of Cammy’s eyes. Cammy found that having her breathing restricted like that had heightened her arousal. But it was not something which Cammy asked her to repeat.

At the end of the session Darla sat on Cammy’s face.

“Lick me, bitch.” Darla commanded. Cammy did just that. But it still took a long time for Darla to cum.

Darla did not get off Cammy’s face, though. She’s had an idea of how to humiliate Cammy even further.

“Keep your mouth open, slut.” Darla said, looking down at her slave. Then the masked Darla looked into the camera. “Cammy is my toilet slut. I’m going to show you how much she loves to drink my piss. She has begged to drink my piss, and I never deny her. But this little slut is a full service toilet. Cammy has also begged to eat my shit. Later, after the camming session is over, Cammy will open her mouth as wide as she can, and I will shit a long, steaming turd into her mouth. She will swallow it all. She really is a toilet slut. Having women shit in her mouth makes her cum.”

Making sure that it was captured on camera, lifting herself off a little so that the pee could be seen, Darla let a stream of hot, sour piss into Cammy’s mouth. Cammy had to swallow it all or risk getting piss all over her bed. And so ended that session.

Darla never actually shat into Cammy’s mouth. She had only said that to humiliate Cammy, and turn on those watching the cam session. But Cammy, the next day, as she left a lecture on Draco the law-giver, did have a Japanese student approach her. Cammy thought that she was called Mariko, but she wasn’t sure. She hardly knew the girl.

Mariko crooked her finger, indicating to Cammy that she should come closer. Cammy did.

“If you ever want somebody else to shit in your mouth then come to my room and I will take great pleasure in shitting in your mouth.” Mariko said. She giggled, then walked away, without waiting for a reply.

Mrs Anderson had been watching all of these camming sessions. This was evinced by the actions the first Sunday after Darla had pissed in Cammy’s mouth.

“I saw that black girl piss in your mouth.” Mrs Anderson said, once Cammy had taken her clothes off for another session of licking the lecturer. “I can’t say how hot it made me to watch you swallow all that piss. I have been drinking water all morning, and I really need to go. Come with me into the bathroom.”

The naked Cammy trailed behind her lecturer into the bathroom. Cammy was ordered to lie down on the floor. She opened her mouth. She knew what was coming next. Mrs Anderson crouched on the bathroom floor, her cunt poised over Cammy’s mouth.

“I’ve never done this before.” Mrs Anderson said. Her face was flushed, and it was clear that she was highly turned on. She found the idea of pissing in the mouth of this innocent-looking girl to be highly arousing. “Here it comes…”

A hot stream of almost clear piss burst out of the woman’s pisshole, into Cammy’s waiting mouth. Cammy somehow managed to swallow it all without choking. When Mrs Anderson had finished Cammy licked the older woman’s slit clean. That touch was enough to make Mrs Anderson cum.

“Oh, yes, that was the first one,” Mrs Anderson said. “I hope to have a lot more orgasms before you go. I know that you like eat shit. But I don’t feel like doing that, you naughty girl. Maybe some other Sunday. But I think that I will be pissing in your mouth again before you go…”

Would Cammy have eaten her lecturer’s shit? It did not bear thinking about. But, if she was being honest with herself, then she was so turned on that she would have tried anything. As it was Mrs Anderson never shat in Cammy’s open mouth. But every Sunday she hung that threat over Cammy’s head, like a rather nasty Sword of Damocles.

From that Sunday on, though, Mrs Anderson would always piss in Cammy’s mouth, when Cammy went to see her. Just one camming session with Darla, and Cammy was now a piss slave…

Maso-camming: Part Seven

Cammy decided that, with Darla’s assistance, she could put her fantasy of an all-night cunt torture endurance session into effect. Darla was more than happy to assist, as long as she got a video of the session. They decided that the best would be to start the session at nine o’clock on a Friday night, after advertising that Cammy clit, nipples, urethra, cunt and arsehole would be available for extreme electrical torture.

Cammy let Darla set it all up. Darla knew a lot more about PCs than Cammy. Darla told her that people would be able to control the power of the shocks, and how many, from their home computers.

The session was set up to be a freebie, available to certain subscribers, as a reward for their support. One of those not getting the option to play along would be that hatchet-faced sadist who had bought a hundred seconds at level ten in the past. She would just want to monopolise the session. Instead twelve of Cammy’s best supporters would get an hour each, to send what shocks they desired into Cammy. These subscribers included Darla (of course), Kate, the three teenage fans, and Mistress Anderson. The session would end when Darla released her at nine o’clock the next morning. There would a five minute period every hour when there would be no shocks which would give Cammy a chance to recover, before the next lot of shocks started.

At half past eight that Friday night Darla chained Cammy spread-eagled to the bed. Darla had set up two extra cameras. There was the normal camera at the foot of the bed, on Cammy’s computer, staring at her naked cunt. But Darla had also set up a pair of high definition cameras: one staring down from above at Cammy’s naked body, and the other taking a close-up of Cammy’s face. Darla explained, while fingering her own clit, that people would want to see Cammy’s face contorted in agony. Darla certainly would.

Cammy had emptied her body as much as she could during the day, going as far as to let Darla give her an enema, as Cammy didn’t want to ruin her bed. To make sure, though, Darla had convinced Cammy to remove the mattress and the bed sheets. The bed had a frame of metal rings wired together. It was on that metal lattice – which was already uncomfortable – that Cammy lay.

Cammy was chained tightly. Wires led to the rings trapping her clit and nipples. A metal sound was put in her urethra, and a little tape made sure that it stayed in place. A thick long metal dildo went into her cunt, and was taped in place. A stubby metal cock went in her arsehole. The bed frame was wired up, as well. The final bit of bondage was to put a leather gag between Cammy’s teeth so that Cammy would not bite her tongue.

Darla waited until she was sure that Cammy couldn’t escape before revealing a secret.

“Did you know that the ring around your clit can also vibrate, if it is hooked up with electricity going into it? Did you know that it can also tell if you have just had an orgasm? Well, your friend Kate told me that. So I have set it up that, when you have your five minute break every hour, the ring will vibrate on maximum power. If you should cum it will send a signal to your computer. For each orgasm it will increase the minimum amount of electricity going into your bits. It will double for every orgasm. It means that, after the first orgasm, it will have a minimum of 2, even if people think that they are entering 1 on their computer. It will go 2, 4, 8… and then 16. I have gone into the root menu of the TENS unit to allow it to send more than 10 into you. The maximum safe level is 20. Beyond that you could suffer death or damage to your nerves. So you should thank me for limiting it to 16. You won’t have any long-term damage. Now I’d better get back. I have the slot from three to four this morning, and I’m really looking forward to torturing you way beyond your limits. I suggest that you try not to cum.”

“Mmmmmph!” Darla ignored the sound coming out of Cammy’s mouth. She left Cammy to her torture.

At nine o’clock Cammy went live, her naked, wired up body on display. At first nothing happened. The person who had been given the session had not yet cum on line. Then, about ten past nine, Cammy saw a picture on her computer. It was of some eighteen or nineteen year old guy. He was naked on his bed. His uncircumcised cock was already erect. He began masturbating, pulling back on the skin, each wank temporarily revealing the shiny purple glans. He didn’t press a button on the computer yet. As an afterthought, almost, as he neared orgasm, he turned it up to ten, and held down the return button. Cammy felt incredibly harsh electricity course through the wires of the bed, through her nipples, her clit, in her urethra her cunt and arsehole, as the guy spunked streams of white cum high into the air. After he had cum he lost interest in torturing Cammy, apart from the occasional buzz to her clit on level one.

Five to nine and the session ended. But the ring around Cammy’s clit came alive to give her not pain, but pleasure. It buzzed away, more powerful than any of Cammy’s vibes. After the electricity it felt so good that Cammy came within seconds. It meant that all shocks would now be at level two. Cammy knew that, and the idea that it was going to get worse only aroused her. She was always aroused. Even during the torture she had been aroused.

She peaked into a second orgasm at four minutes and fifty three seconds. Level four.

At ten o’clock another person came on line. Cammy – but no other subscriber – could see the face of Mrs Anderson. She didn’t speak, but took advantage of the session, to send electricity between Cammy’s clit, urethra and cunt. Mrs Anderson thought that she had it on level one, sending only mild shocks into her slave. But Cammy felt every volt of the level four charge. Mrs Anderson perhaps felt that she was kind in moving the electricity around from clit to cunt to urethra to arsehole. But all that Cammy felt was pain.

Cammy saw Mrs Anderson enter something on her laptop. Cammy felt a level four pulse go through her clit, arsehole, cunt and urethra every couple of seconds. It lasted only for less than a second. But it felt to Cammy as though her insides were being fried. She waited for the pain to get less. But it never did.

At eleven o’clock the three teenage girls appeared. The three were all naked. They had cocktails, and one, lying back on the bed, was vibing her erect clit. It looked like they had been looking forward to this for some time.

One of them – the prettiest one – lay on her stomach to type in a message on her laptop/

we think you’re incredible

we would love to torture you in person M wants to burn your clit with a cigarette

I like the needles and I’d put a red hot one through your clit

S is nasty she says she wants one of your nipples as a keepsake she wants to cut one off while she is shitting in your mouth we all want to see you eat our shit

Cammy wished that Darla had never said that a certain maso slut liked to eat shit. Now everybody was fantasising about that, even though it wasn’t true. Or, as Cammy told herself, it wasn’t true yet.

The three girls took turns to shock Cammy, using the keyboard to select just where and for how long the shocks should come. Whether they intended that Cammy should only be shocked at level one the slut did not know, as all of the shocks came out at level four, at least for most of the session. With three of the girls there, and them all being highly-turned on, Cammy never got a let-up from the shocks. One should not give highly turned on sadistic teenaged girls the ability to shock another girl’s clit. But there was something about these three girls which made Cammy want to suffer for them. She wanted to be tortured, if it brought them pleasure. She wanted them to cum while watching her in agony.

At a little after a quarter to midnight one of the girls pointed at the clock, and at the computer screen. There was a brief conversation. Cammy could not tell what was being said, and she wished that she could read lips. But the upshot of the discussion was that one of the girls typed in a command on their laptop. A few moments later Cammy felt a level ten shock rip through her genitalia. They had set it on maximum, for her clit, urethra, cunt and arsehole. Cammy jerked around, screaming around the leather gag, almost biting through it. But the shock just went on and on. It had been set for a continuous shock for all of the remaining time. As the three girls watched Cammy jerk in real agony, real torture, they all came, applying vibrators to their swollen clits, as a hundred volts of burning electricity went through Cammy’s.

On and on the torture went, over the next few sessions. Shock followed shock, all at level four or higher. Cammy felt that she had left the real world behind, and entered on of Dante’s circles of Hell: the one reserved for masochistic teenaged sluts. Cammy could not believe that she had been so stupid as to actually ask for this horrendous session. People interrogated by the Third Reich during the Second World War had got off lighter than Cammy. She feared that, despite what Darla had said, all that electricity would ruin her clit and her cunt, taking away her ability to feel pleasure.

At three in the morning Darla appeared on the screen.

“I see that you’re only on level four.” Darla said, looking at her computer. “Let’s see if we can do something about that.”

Darla pressed some buttons on her laptop. Cammy did not feel any electric shocks, but a buzzing, not only through her clit ring, but also the rings around the base of her nipples. Cammy’s ability to feel pleasure through her erogenous zones had not been diminished one bit. If anything, coming after a horrendous few hours, her ability to feel pleasure seemed to have been heightened.

Within five minutes an orgasm overwhelmed Cammy, as Darla laughed to see her not resist cumming. Cammy’s clit was truly engorged, more sensitive than it had ever been, larger than it had ever been. But Darla had decided to be “kind.” She did not begin shocking Cammy, but let the vibrations continue for the rest of the session, giving Cammy another three mind-blowing orgasms. It had the effect, of course, of leaving her clit ultra-sensitive for the next person. And when the next person gave her a three second shock, which they had thought was only on level 1, 160 volts ripped through Cammy’s clit. Cammy fainted, only to be brought back to her tortured reality by 160 volts going from her cunt to anus. There would be no retreat to unconsciousness. Nor, really, did Cammy want it, on her deepest, most masochistic level, that self-destructive part of her that she tried not to admit existed.

On and on it went, the torture never stopping. Cammy felt as though she was losing her mind. Her nerves were on fire. She wished that she had never agreed to this session. She had to be crazy.

More pain, more torture. But somehow, as the hours of torture passed, Cammy was able to sublimate the incredible pain which shook her body.

When she had the final five-minute break the vibrations took her to her fourth orgasm of the evening.

At eight o’clock in the morning the final session started. Cammy stared at the screen to see Kate padlocked to a bed, using time-lock handcuffs that would last an hour. Kate was wired up the same way as Cammy, and had been gagged as well.

Large text temporarily replaced the image of Kate, as Kate had set up her computer to send an automatic message to Cammy.

Hello Cammy it is Kate as you can see I have set up my computer so that we suffer exactly the same during these fifty-five minutes. I have set it up to do a one minute shock every other minute. I do not know when I set it up what the level will be maybe it will be sixteen. But I have been very turned on watching you all night.

The message faded to leave the image of Kate. The shocks began. It being the final hour, this session would be the full sixty minutes. Cammy suffered – the suffering of the damned – thirty, one minute shocks.

Cammy forced herself to remain conscious by force of will, as she watched her mistress suffering at exactly the dsame level of electricity. Cammy wanted to suffer for Kate. At that moment in time Cammy would have done anything for her Spanish lover. If Kate had asked Cammy to tear off her clit with a pair of rusty pliers Cammy would have obeyed.

Not until the very final shock did Cammy faint.

Cammy hardly noticed Darla release her, replace the mattress and clothes on the bed, and then let the torture victim rest. Cammy stayed in bed for days, recovering physically from her ordeal. But mentally?

Maso-Camming: Part Eight

It took Cammy a long time to recover from her mammoth endurance session. It was days before her clit was back to normal. In fact, from being numbed by the torture, it went to being even more sensitive. But Cammy did not know whether that was a physical effect or merely psychological. Maybe she simply was more in tune with sensations. But she knew that it took a lot less to bring her off. And with her clit having a ring around it meant that she was getting so many orgasms that she felt exhausted. She had to get the ring removed.

Her endurance session had affected her in other ways, though. Her priorities had changed. She had come through a life-altering experience, and was not the same person as before. When people talked about politics or world events it left her cold. She was no longer interested in such matters. What the fuck did such shit matter? All that mattered was pleasure and pain, and not necessarily in that order.

As soon as Cammy had fully physically recovered from the endurance session she went down to see Kate. Well, her clit was more sensitive than ever, but Cammy was still feeling a little spaced out. She almost missed her stop on the train because she was just staring into space, disconnected from the normal vanilla word. But when she neared the sex shop she perked up.

Kate looked very pleased to see Cammy, a big smile lighting up her sexy face. And that made Cammy’s heart leap. Cammy did not yet realise that she was in love with Kate.

“Have you come to be my slave?” Kate asked, half-joking, once the shop had been locked up.

“No, I’m not ready to become your permanent slave.” Cammy said. She had had a long time to think about it, and had reached a resolution. She had read up on BDSM relationships, and knew exactly what she wanted. “I will become your permanent, twenty-four seven slave, but not yet. I want to finish university first. I must do that if I am to respect myself. I will carry on camming while I am at uni. Then, when I have graduated, I will become your slave.

“I am prepared for a total power exchange. I will give myself totally to you. I will become your no limits slave. You will decide exactly what will happen to me and my body, and I will have no say in the matter.”

This was both more and less than what Kate had hoped for. She had wanted Cammy to move in with her, as soon as possible, to be a sex slave would lick her to orgasm every day. But what Cammy was offering was a lot more than that. Kate decided that good things came to those who waited.

“As for tonight, though, I am not catching the train back. I’ll stay all night and go back in the morning. You have all night to torment me, and have me make you cum.”

“Then we will not sleep, but fuck all night.” Kate said. Why waste such an obvious opportunity. “I’ll make some coffee.”

The two women drank a lot of coffee, especially Kate. They adored each other’s bodies, bring each other to orgasm after orgasm. The action might have been light, as there was no pain – yet – but perhaps it was what Cammy needed, after her endurance session with electricity. Their tongues explored every crevice. Cammy rimmed Kate. Kate rimmed Cammy. Breasts and erect nipples were sucked. and, of course, clits were flicked with the tongue.

“I need to piss.” Kate said, in the afterglow of yet another orgasm. “Do not spill any. I don’t want piss on the bed.”

Cammy didn’t spill any. She had gotten used to swallowing piss quickly. But, as Cammy had Kate sit on her face, pissing into her mouth, she saw the dominant look on Kate’s face. Cammy knew that at least a little pain would be coming. It would be the cherry on the icing on the cake.

And a little pain came, with the crop taken to Cammy’s backside; and then her breasts, and then to Cammy’s cunt, while Kate rode Cammy’s face to yet another orgasm. By the time that Kate had finished Cammy was exhausted. and wanted to do nothing other than sleep: the sleep not of the just, but of the sexually exhausted.

Cammy slept. When she awoke she couldn’t find Kate, at first. Then she found her in a secluded yard out back. The yard was enclosed by twelve foot high brick walls on all sides. The only window overlooking the yard belonged to Kate.

Kate had a metal drum with coals at the bottom. The coals were on fire, glowing red. Stuck in them was what looked like a branding iron.

“Is that for me?” Cammy asked, staring at the red coals. She noticed that iron rings – four of them – had been set into the blue bricks which made up the floor of the yard. Cammy wondered if Kate had done something like this before.

“Yes.” Kate had. “If you will not join me now, then I need to mark you as mine, so that everybody knows. I don’t want some other slut stealing you away.”

“Okay.” Cammy surprised herself by saying. The thought of the pain of a branding scared her. It scared her a lot. It was more extreme than anything which she had yet done. But a part of her was thrilled by the fact that Kate desired her enough to brand her. She would be Kate’s forever!

“First, before I mark you as mine forever, I want you to help me put on some rings. I have rings for my clitoris and nipples, just like yours. These rings will be our engagement rings, and we will both wear them until the day you become my slave forever.”

The two women went inside to look at the rings while the branding iron heated up. The rings looked just like the ones which Cammy was wearing.

“Put them on me.” Kate said. “Make sure that they are at the base of my clit and nipples. I want to feel what you are feeling. We will be joined in pleasure and pain.”

Using a vacuum pump Cammy did just that, first the nipples, then the clit. Kate moaned as Cammy used a lot of suction, as Kate’s nipples were larger than hers (and Kate’s clit would be once it swelled). But Cammy got the ringers right at the base of the nipples and clit. The nipples slowly began to get more swollen, as did the clit. Cammy knew from experience exactly how much more sensitive they would feel, how the feather touch of silk knickers could bring an orgasm, or how going commando, and having the clit brushed by harsh denim, was a very exquisite torture.

Cammy, now that Kate wore all three rings, could not resist getting on her knees to tongue Kate to a screaming orgasm.

“The iron will be hot.” Kate said. “I had wanted it red hot. It might be white hot.”

“I don’t care. Brand me with a white hot iron. Make me yours. I will be proud to wear your mark. Let’s do it.”

Kate grabbed four tough leather bindings, and a gag for Cammy. They went out into the back yard. Cammy did not have to strip anything off, as she had not yet put on any clothing. The gag was fixed tightly in Cammy’s mouth, to muffle her screaming. Cammy knelt on the hard blue bricks, thinking that she would be face down, and that the brand would be on one of her buttocks.

“No, on your back.” Kate said. “My brand goes on your pussy.”

Cammy paused, just for a second. The idea of a pussy branding terrified her. But then she got on her back on the blue bricks, and spread-eagled herself. Kate attached the leather bands to Cammy’s wrists and ankles. She went around, tightening them as much as was humanly possible, attaching them to the rings set into the cobbles, so that Cammy could not move at all. Kate used all of her strength to stretch Cammy out. Cammy felt as though she was on a rack, it was so tight.

Kate smiled. She pulled the branding iron out of the coals. The end had been shaped in the form of the letter K. It glowed orange. Cammy could only stare at it as it was slowly lowered, to hover above her groin. Cammy could feel its heat when it was inches away. Then the branding iron was forced onto Cammy’s pubic mound, the legs of the K either side of Cammy’s clit.

Cammy fainted, so she had no idea just how long the iron was held to her mons veneris.

When Cammy came around she was inside, in the kitchen. She had a nasty red brand on her cunt. Kate was telling her about after brand care, something with which the Spanish woman seemed to be intimately familiar. Just how many young women were walking around bearing the brand of a K?

The area still hurt. It would carry on hurting for days. But Cammy had become a good friend of pain.

As soon as Cammy felt well enough she caught the train back to her university digs. She had gone to see Kate to get rid of the rings around her clit and nipples. But, instead, she had come away with a permanent mark on her cunt, one which would be there for the rest of her life…

To be concluded…