I was so fucking hot. The ache in my lower abdomen and cunt sent throbbing waves of pure unadulterated sexual need out through my body in concentric circles of lust and physical need. How do you put into words the feelings of the female body in so much need of an orgasm that the need is a physical sensation bordering on pure pain and it is not directed toward a specific man or even a specific woman, just an all encompassing primordial physical, emotional, and sexual need for an orgasm?
Candy had been showing me plenty of attention for the last five days, but her attention was aimed at increasing my sexual and physical need and pain. I could think back to four months ago when she moved into this house that I now lived in with my stepdaughter Charlotte and my husband Charles, who slept with my stepdaughter instead of me. She got his wonderful dick nearly every night as I sat beside their bed with Candy attending to my body. I was forced to watch Charles' cock slide in and out of Charlotte's wet pussy, listen to her moan and groan, and then watch her body jerk and spasm in the throws of another intense orgasm while I sat there with Candy making my frustration ever worse and more painful.
On each of these occasions, I was forced to lie on my back on the bed while Charlotte positioned her freshly fucked cunt over my yearning mouth and my own husband's jism dribbled from my stepdaughter's gaping pussy and dropped into my mouth. Then she would settle her pussy onto my willing mouth and would soon squeal in orgasm as I licked, sucked, and nibbled at her pussy and clit. Of course, Candy's pussy would follow.
These actions, without any sexual attention being paid to my own body, would be enough to keep me horny, but that was just the visible part of the iceberg. Over the last four months my body had been trained, addicted to periodic episodes of intense orgasms on a schedule set up by Candy, my trainer. For two years, Charlotte had trained me as her sexually submissive slave. She had used combinations of drugs her now deceased mother had developed to make a female body crave sex constantly and greatly. Using these drugs, she had multiplied their effects by adding the physical stimulation of her expert mouth and fingers and my husband's impressive cock while still not allowing me to reach sexual fulfillment, orgasm for five days at a time. But on that sixth day I was fucked, sucked, fingered, vibrated, and fucked some more achieving as many orgasms as my tortured body could manage. Then another five day cycle of sexual frustration and orgasm denial would begin.
Four months ago, Charlotte had decided that she wanted to take me to the next level, that of a sub slut or submissive pain slut. Hence, Candy arrived. She was the masochist trainer. She had begun by continuing Charlotte's five day schedule but adding breast punishment to the sixth day. She even managed to make me beg for the nipple clamps, the leather breast flogger, the riding crop, the one inch wide twelve inch long leather paddle, and even needle play in exchange for the o so sweet orgasms that swept through my body like a healing balm when I was finally allowed to come.
Candy had kept me at that level, breast torture in exchange for orgasms for two months. Then, slowly, the five days of torment held less and less sexual foreplay and began to include the breast tortures that I had come to associate with the mind shattering orgasms of the sixth day. At this same time, the exchanges I made for orgasms changed from breast torture to pussy torture. The breast torture helped keep me hot, but then the pussy torture became the pain of orgasm and a sweet pain it was. As the pain levels were increased the orgasms became ever more intense and satisfying.
Now, I received very little sexual torment during my five days of orgasm denial, only the breast torments that raised my sexual arousal to the brink of bliss just as the sexual torment had before. Of course, the sexual interactions between Charlotte, Charles, and Candy and I on the five days of denial continued for the pleasure of my three tormentors.
Candy had been "stimulating" my breasts for the last two hours in preparation of visiting my stepdaughter and husband very shortly. I was tied very tightly to my bed in a spread eagle fashion as Candy sat, her full weight on my abdomen making it difficult to breathe. I could look down at my breasts and see the crimson welts across the tops of each mound, the marks of the leather paddle. I remembered how the burning of the flesh beneath the paddle as it had struck my sensitive mounds had kindled a kindred burning deep within my cunt, which had begun the release of my natural lubricating fluids in a futile preparation for a good fuck. By the time each breast had five of the crimson welts on it, my pussy had opened and was leaking and the dull ache deep in my belly had grown exponentially. Then she had placed the clover clamps on my rock hard nipples placing the leather tab on the ends of the tension chains between my teeth causing me to torture my own nipples with the tension I held on the chains. The stabbing sharpness of the clamps had caused my pussy walls to quake in sympathy with the throbbing pains in my nipples each time my heart beat. At the moment, she was using the 18 inch long metal telescoping pointer with the quarter inch metal sphere at its end. She was whipping the bottoms of my breasts with the thin whippy metal rod. The rod itself left very thin red welts that burned like the fires of hell and the quarter inch ball at its end produced round red welts that would be dark bruises by morning. The only thing hotter in my body than the torturous heat of the thin red welts, were the raging wildfires within my own cunt, belly, and surprisingly, my breasts. But these fires could be quenched with the extinguishing agent that Charles' cock could spray on the fires deep within my cunt.
Candy set the rod aside and leaned over placing her lush red lips against mine eliciting a heartfelt moan of sexual desire from my throat as her tongue pushed into my mouth and gently caressed my own cringing tongue. Her right hand reached behind her and the middle finger found my open sloppy wet pussy and slipped gently, slowly into it as her thumb pushed lovingly against my hugely engorged clit and rubbed it. I felt my heart rate and breathing rate spike as the combination of sexually stimulating events, the breast torture, the kiss, and the gentle digital caress of my pussy, pushed me toward a climax like a rampaging race car. My mind spun in a tornadic cycle of blind emotional feelings as I felt the explosion within my depths begin boiling in preparation of overflowing.
