A Slave to Politics Part 3

Brittany is unrelenting and tireless in her use and her control over me. She continues to challenge the outer limits of my endurance, both physically and mentally. She makes me extremely horny all of the time and then manipulates my need to make me beg for more. She now makes every decision.

After several weeks, we have established a routine. Every morning, I wake up to my alarm. I masturbate my clit until I am on the verge of exploding. It takes a tremendous amount of willpower to stop; yet I must or be severely punished. I usually roll up into a fetal position until the painful ache of my clit subsides. My nipples and clit seem to be perpetually aroused and sensitive.

I then crawl into Brittany's bed, pull the covers from her sleek body, and start to lick her pussy until she awakens. I work slowly, as she demands, and bring her to several powerful orgasms. She loves to watch me slave away on her bald sex.

I scamper off to use toilet, if she gives me permission, and then draw her bath. I make the bed and straiten up the room. She then has me join her in the large tub. I wash her with my bare hands, enjoying her smooth skin. She enjoys rubbing soap into my long hard nipples and my smooth, shaved pussy. Over the last few weeks, Brittany has taken me to have my pussy hair denuded by electrolysis. It is now as smooth as a baby's bottom

I help her from her bath and dry her gently with a big, fluffy towel. Still dripping wet, I help her make up her hair and make-up. She enjoys being pampered by me.

I then get myself ready as she puts on her outfit and selects my things for the day. Brittany demands that I keep my skin as soft as possible, so I coat every exposed inch of my body with expensive lotion. My make-up and hair are done as I always have, so I don't attract any unwanted attention at work.

My clothes are my usual conservative affair. But what is underneath can get quite radical. She will have me wear any one of an assortment of fetish bras. Several of her favorites include a lace bra that covers my entire breast, except for the nipple. The lace squeezes and rubs my nipples all day long, driving me nuts. Or the bra that has a small vibrator which sits right over my nipples. Or the one she used the first weekend that squeezes my breasts into tight balls of flesh. Once, she had me wear a chain necklace, and attached nipple clamps to the necklace, which caused my nipples to be pulled every time I twisted or walked.

She would have me place a very flat little box over my large, erect clit. Several thin straps held it in place. This was a device of her own invention that I have learned to hate. It constantly monitors my temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, etc. Through experimentation, Brittany programmed it to indicate exactly when I was about to cum. It would then shut off until the next random time, when the damn thing starts up again. From 9:00AM to 5:00PM, this thing would torture me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm anywhere between 5 - 12 times per day. Through the use of what Brittany called bluetooth technologies, the device constantly sends signals to my computer, adjusting itself throughout the day as my condition progressed.

Because I am stewing in my own juices, I have to flip back my skirt while I sit at my desk, and I cover my seat with hand towels. I also have to dab the goo from my pussy frequently. My overheated body also sweats as the day goes on. By the end of the workday, I am a leaky, horny mess. Brittany demands that I drink at least 2 quarts of water during work to keep from dehydrating. This has an added benefit to her since I must ask permission to go to the bathroom. She sometimes has me squirming for hours with a full bladder.

She keeps me in respectable 2 or 3-inch heels, again to keep from drawing attention in the wrong places. Brittany is careful to keep up appearances and have me keep one foot in normal life.

Breakfast is always brief. Brittany is strict about what I eat. Over the past few weeks, the low fat, high protein diet, in combination with my killer workouts at the gym and our nightly "activities", has transformed my body. Before, I was proud of my body. I was strong and sleek, with strong legs and abdomen from my running and sit-ups. Yet now, I was quickly growing muscles everywhere; in my back, shoulders, arms, legs, etc. After a workout, you could see the definition of my muscles. Don't get me wrong; I don't look like one of those huge women bodybuilders. But my ass is tight and muscled, my waist has lost 1/2 and inch while my chest has gained 3/4 of an inch, accentuating a "hard body" hourglass look. And since Brittany is working out with me, her body is getting nice and tight as well.

We travel together to work, which seems an obvious thing to do since she rents an apartment on my property. Once at work, the evil little device begins its torture on my poor body. Throughout the day, Brittany will stop by and smile as I whimper and groan from the frustration.

During lunch, she will toy with me by showing me the latest additions to the porn site she has set up. It has turned into quite the little money making venture. I have no doubt that Brittany will make herself rich at almost anything she set her mind to do.

Because of the nature of my job, I will meet with important people throughout the day. Brittany will turn down the clit stimulator during these times, keeping me excited but not bringing me up to the edge of orgasm. I am thankful for these occasions.

The totality of this has me out of my mind by the time we leave work and drive to the gym for the workout. The skimpy little workout clothes I am allowed to where clearly outline my erect nipples and puffy labia. After the weights, stair climber and the stretching, I am exhausted. First thing I do when I return home is to make both of us a fruit salad, washed down by a high protein shake.

The one constant every evening is that I will be naked and teetering on the edge of orgasm for hours on end. Sometimes we will be alone, and sometimes she will invite other people into the mix. Around others, Brittany has me wear a leather hood, which completely encloses my head. It has holes for eyes, nose, mouth and ears, but hides the rest of my face and all of my hair. The mask locks in place with a wide leather collar and a small padlock. I hate the mask, but I have grown to appreciate its use in keeping my identity hidden from others.

Brittany and her friends are insatiable. Her imagination is without end. Let paint a few pictures for you of my evenings of servitude and degradation to give you an idea of how evil she is.

One evening, she led me into the entertainment room in my basement. She ordered me to strip while she collected her things and made a few muffled calls from the office. I was trembling as she entered the room with her bag. She pulled my leather hood in place, locking the connecting collar shut and tight, and then securing a blindfold over my eyes to keep me in total darkness. She locked padded wrists cuffs to my wrists and attached them to cords running from the ceiling. My arms were pulled widely apart above me until I was straining on my toes. She then fastened cuffs to my ankles and attached a cord to each. She pulled outward on one, then the other ankle, until my legs were spread at least four feet apart. This is where my stretching and lifting has paid off for her. She was able to string me as tight as a crossbow, pulling me until I was hanging by my wrists and stretched so tight that I was left with no slack to wiggle or move.

She started playing with my body, using her maddening feathery touch to bring me up to the boiling point. I was grunting from the strain on my over-stretched body and from my building frustration. It is amazing how a day or two of sexual frustration will turn you into a needy animal.

I next felt her attach a heavy ring like clamp to one of my long, rock hard nipples. She pinched the tip of my nipple and stretched it severely away from my chest. As she did this, she slid the base of the ring further down my nipple. She tightened the base until it caused me to screech in pain. She repeated the process with my other nipple. My breasts throbbed and my breaths were rapid and shallow. I then felt her rub my clit, bringing it to its unnaturally long and stiff condition. She used tissues to dry my clit, and then she pulled one of the clamp/rings over my clit. She stretched the clit until I screamed out my pain. She slid the ring against the base of my clit, and then tightened it. My God that hurt. When she let go, I could feel the weight of the clamps hanging on my nipples and clit, causing a deep throbbing that was moving from pain to a constant discomfort. I could feel her attaching wires to each clamp, all connected to a small box that was strapped to my collar.

Just then I heard the doorbell ring. For some reason, it was at these times, when I was helpless bound and meticulously prepared for a long night of sexual torture with Brittany and her friends, when I felt most alone and truly helpless. After about twenty minutes, she escorted her friends down stairs. The sexy, trembling, helpless slave suspended spread-eagle before them caused all sorts of cheers and excited comments. I felt so embarrassed, being so obscenely stretched out and leaking juices out of my clamped hole. I could smell the wine and popcorn as they filed around me.

"Ladies, this is my slave cunt. Slave cunt is an excitable slut. At the drop of a hat, she would make herself cum repeatedly if her hands weren't bound. We are here this evening to teach her some self-control. In my hand is a remote control with two slide controls. Let me show you how this works. This one is for her huge nipples," she said as she moved the slide upward. I could feel the clamps start to vibrate. After several seconds, I could not help but moan and tense my body. The sensations were shooting from my very sensitive nipples straight to my clamped clit, causing it to throb. I then felt it stop.

"Then there is this one," she giggled as she started the clit clamp to vibrate. The feeling was purely electric. The clamp buzzed my clit, exciting my little nub and causing me to moan in lust. The girls giggled at me as I struggled in my tight suspension.

"And here is what happens if you slide both controls up," she demonstrated. Both my nipples and my clit were on fire. In just about a minute, she turned me into a lowly, moaning, wiggling slut. A powerful orgasm started approaching. Just before it hit, she slid both levers off.

"So here is the contest for the evening. Both controls have 10 levels. Every second that you have a control on a level, it will tally that number in a running total on the computer over there. Each of you gets 10 minutes with the controls, and we will give slave cunt here 5 minutes to rest in between sessions. You can't touch her, and you can't make her cum. Violating either rule will disqualify you and you will be sent home immediately. Whoever has the most points at the end of the evening will be the winner. It will cost each of you $50. The winner will not only collect the pot, but will get 1 hour with this gorgeous, hanging slut, all to themselves in private. Please pick numbers out of this hat to determine the order."

As I heard them moving about, I was yet again lost in the realization of pitiful existence. They did not care about how this would drive me insane. In fact, they were making my torment their entertainment, and there was nothing I could do about it. Or maybe there was. If I could act a bit and achieve my orgasm by surprise, I could end this game and send each of them home. Of course, I had no idea that Brittany had set up the same program which monitored my vital signs with the clit vibrator which I wore at the office everyday. Each person in the room would know how close I was to orgasm at any time.

Everything quieted and you could feel a thick tension in the room. I then felt my nipples start to vibrate. My clit started to buzz as well. The sensations drove me crazy with lust. I could feel my orgasm approach, and I did my best to fool them into believing that I was nowhere close. Right as I was about to hit a mind-splitting orgasm, the buzzing stopped. I groaned loudly in frustration as the girls laughed at my condition. The controls were moved to a low level, building the heat much more slowly this time. I could not believe how incredibly horny I was becoming. My breathing was short and shallow, my body was tensing and I was emitting a constant sluttish moan that was just audible to the audience. This unknown girl drove me right to the edge again, only to shut off the controls.

I lost it and started begging to cum. I needed to cum so bad. My sex zones throbbed so hard that it hurt. Yet the girl kept playing. She revved me back up again, but did not bring me to the edge, thankfully.

"Stop," Brittany yelled. "Out of a possible 12,000 points, you scored 3,346. We will start again in five minutes."

I could feel sweat beading down my skin. And I could feel a steady flow of juices flow out of my pussy and down my stretched thighs. I must have been some kind of sight.

Before I knew it, the room hushed and the buzzing started again. The level was not at it's highest. The girl played with the control to keep me excited but not bringing me to the edge. I moaned uncontrollably. It seemed like an hour, but time was called after 10 minutes.

"Contestant #2 has 5,190 points. Good work. We will start in five minutes."

My body ached fiercely, and I had no idea how many more times I would go through this.

The next girl played with the switches, and talked with me to distract me. She demanded that I tell her about the last movie that I saw. Through my moans of lust and my panting, I did my best to describe the movie and answer her questions. Near the end of this session, she had me so close to the edge that my voice was cracking and I could not make intelligible statements. I finally started babbling about my need to cum. When she finally stopped, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

"Contestant #3, you have scored a whopping 7,944. Outstanding."

And on it went. Each girl became more creative. One girl scored extremely high by having me describe the things I hate most, like my least favorite foods and the ugliest person I have ever seen. That girl scored in the low 8,221.

But it was the last girl who won. She simply walked up to me and whispered "If you cum, I will find out who you are and I will whip you until you bleed to death. You have 9 1/2 minutes to hold it back. If you think that I am joking, just try me." Her voice was so menacing and evil that, despite my overheated condition, a chill raced down my spine and my skin felt a cold breeze. For the next ten minutes, she put the controls near their highest levels. Within minutes I had to cum so badly I did not even breathe. I was so scared that I fought with everything I had not to cum. She whispered in my ear a few times to renew her threats, each time the punishment for an orgasm more horrendous then the last. I was screaming for permission to cum. This was the worst pain I had ever felt. My body was shaking with need.

But I survived. "And the winner, with 9,339, is contestant #6! Congratulations. You win $300, and you get an hour with this slave cunt. Here are the rules...no water sports, no permanent marks, and you can't ask her anything that would reveal her identity. Help me release her and we will take her into the play room."

My hands and feet were numb from the restraints. I was dripping with sweat. I hurt so bad from the torture they inflicted that I was crying. And I was begging. I would do anything to cum. I kept begging and begging. My mind had snapped, and all I could think about were the overwhelming signals of need my body was sending to my brain. I screamed out when the clamps were removed. They helped me into the playroom down the hall, which had been converted from my workout room into a sexual playroom. They laid me on the bed and left the room.

The winner took the time to tie me face up on a wide padded bench. Everything but my head was supported. My arms were secured to the legs of the bench, and my legs were secured wide apart. My body was stretched tight as my head hung over the end. I soon felt a hairy, smelly pussy pressed against my face. "Lick me good, or I will hurt you something fierce." She smacked a strap down hard on my flushed and prone breasts. I screamed into her pussy as I started to lick. I ate her out as though my life depended on it. She would occasionally hit me with the strap if I momentarily lost concentration. She came over and over and over again.

And to torture me further, she would lean over from time to time and flick the strap across my engorged clit, which stood up past my bare labia like a mini cock. Each time I would scream into her pussy. The vibrations of my scream must have been driving her crazy, because she would moan loudly every time I had to scream.

She finally had to take a rest. She lay on the padded bench next to me, running her fingers along my sweat-drenched skin. She leaned down and would flick fingers her around my oozing pussy lips. She would occasionally flick my clit with her tongue. She said I was built for sex, that I was the sexiest piece of ass she had ever laid eyes on. She was so turned on by how horny I was that she laid on top of me in a bit of a 69, with her legs standing on the ground while her body laid over me. This caused my neck to bow back unnaturally. But she had little care for my comfort. I started licking again while she played with my sex, keeping me buzzing with my need to cum.

Finally, after several more orgasms, her time was up. She dressed and left the room. Even in this uncomfortable position, I found sleep in a matter of minutes.

Or there was the night that she threaded a strap into my hair in a ponytail. She tied my wrists together, and then pulled my elbows together until she could tie them together. She had me lay down on the floor, where she attached padded cuffs to my ankles. She attached cords to the cuffs. Using the pulleys she had installed in the ceiling, she pulled the cords, pulling my legs off the ground. Little by little, she pulled my legs up and apart, lifting my ass off the floor. She kept pulling, lifting me on to my shoulders. She pulled until I was suspended off the floor. When she stopped, my legs were pulled almost into the splits. She attached another cord to my wrists, and then pulled the cord through a pulley above and slightly behind me. This pulled my arms up and caused me to bend backwards, thrusting my chest out further. She then tied a ten-pound weight to the strap in my hair, keep my head stationary.

As you can tell, she enjoys suspension. This had to be the most helpless I have ever felt. My pussy was so vulnerable and I could barely move a muscle.

For the rest of the evening, she played with my upside down body. First, she licked my pussy until I was on fire with need. After over an hour of this, I was begging with need. She then grabbed some ice cubes from the freezer upstairs and proceeded to pop ice cubes into my pussy. It immediately brought my excitement level down and numbed by pussy and clit. Once a couple of cubes had melted, she started licking again. Her tongue felt like it was burning me. Then the ice again. Then the tongue. Each time she licked me, she would stand in front of my face, which was the perfect height to lick and suck on her cunt. She came multiple times. My tongue was tired and worn out after several hours of this torture.

Again, she had taken complete control of my soul. I was shaking and crying and begging for her to stop. Then I begged her to let me cum. I could not stop my mind from thinking about what a cunt-licking, cum-begging, slut-slave I had become.