About me:
I'm a 23 year old Nurse working at a large hospital in Adelaide, South Australia (OK - I work at Flinders). I'm quite short (4'11" or 150 cm) and skinny, but not anorexic or anything. I'm a b-cup up top, pale skin with get-black straight hair down to my shoulders. I don't think I'm stunningly pretty, but I'm alright.
A few months ago I wrote two stories about my exhibitionist adventures. My cousin, Mary, recognised me from some of the details in these stories. She confronted me and threatened to expose me to my family if I didn't obey her every command. She has slowly turned me into something I don't really believe. She makes me wear outrageous clothing and expose myself in public. She has had me pierce my nipples, she ties me up and tortures me - actually just read my previous stories and you'll get the idea. Mary also now has a heap of photos on her camera phone that she holds as blackmail. I daren't disobey her.
For the last six days Mary hadn't let me orgasm. She would tease me to just before I exploded and then stop. She would let me calm down a little and then start again.
She also started teaching me to measure my level of arousal.
In nursing, we use a 'pain score'. Often we ask patients, "On a score of zero to ten, where zero is no pain and ten is the most pain you can imagine, what is your pain score now?"
Mary would mimic this, "On a score of zero to ten, where zero is doing the dishes and ten is the point of orgasm, how aroused are you now?"
Mary would stimulate me, either with her fingers, a vibrator or else I would masturbate and she would ask me my 'arousal score'. If she was doing the stimulating she would wait until I reached 9.5 and then keep going for another fifteen seconds telling me to hold back my orgasm.
I can't really convey what this would do to me, but I'll try. At an 'arousal score' of 9.5 I am usually bucking my hips, panting and sweating profusely. My pussy is flowing like a leaking tap and my clit is standing out like a little finger. If I don't hold back I would normally come within a few seconds. From 9.5 to 10 is a very short amount indeed. To be told to hold back (with an undefined threat of 'punishment') is pure torture. I'm usually gritting my teeth and grunting as I continue to buck my hips. I've probably reached an 'arousal level' of 9.9 on a few occasions with Mary just stopping in time.
If anything is worse than trying to hold back an impending orgasm its being denied one. Doing this over and over for six days is pure hell.
Mary was watching me twenty four hours a day. Except at work, where I'm too scared to masturbate in the toilets. I'm sure that I'd get caught and I think I'd rather die! Mary would drop me off at work and then pick me up afterwards. Sometimes we would even meet for lunch.
When we get home she would usually makes me strip naked. Sometimes she would make me masturbate in front of her. She'd have me sit on a bar stool and slowly stroke my clit while she answers emails from Literotica readers. Occasionally she'd show me some encouragement from readers, or a photo of something someone thinks I should wear (thanks 'Dieter'). Otherwise she would almost ignore me while I slowly worked myself into a lather.
Sometimes she got me to shower straight away, she'd usually shower with me and I always end up very clean down below.
Some nights Mary has made me dress in short dresses and we've gone out in public. One night we went down to Glenelg and we walked around the new marina area. I was made to climb the pier rails and bend over to 'admire the boats'. Naturally with a short dress on with no underwear I was totally on show. Mary made me do this opposite a restaurant with full length glass windows. Dozens of people would have seen my dripping pussy. She made me stand like this for what seemed an eternity.
Another night she dressed me in a thin singlet with a short sports-style mini skirt (sans bra and underwear or course). She took me ice-skating. It was freezing on the rink and my pierced nipples stood out like small knobs, complete with brass knockers. All the teenagers thought it was fantastic. They thought it was even better when I fell over landing flat on my back. My dress lifted completely and a lucky few got a full view. I kept getting small nudges to try and knock me over after that. I used to roller-blade, so I wasn't completely hopeless, but I fell over a few times regardless. Falling on ice with a bare ass is not fun, however much the people around you might enjoy it.
Whatever we did, the nights ended up the same. Mary would tie me down in bed to stop me masturbating accidentally during my sleep - something I was probably bound to do if she hadn't. Mary has taken some 'soft shackles' from her job at the nursing home. They have long ties which mean I couldn't undo them if I tried. At night I'm tied up with Mary bringing me just short of climax before she goes to sleep.
The result of these six days and night is that I was mad with hornyness. My nights were filled with erotic dreams. While I was at work, I was fantasising about some of my fellow colleagues. When I was at home I was the plaything of a demented dominatrix. Mary wouldn't even penetrate me. I'vd had nothing in my vagina or ass for six days, and I've learnt to love anal sex recently! My pussy was constantly wet. I would beg for release every time my pussy was touched.
On the last night Mary tied me down completely spread-eagled. My legs were pulled fully apart. She didn't even put a sheet over me. I barely slept. When I did, I even dreamt of being teased without release. I awoke some time in the morning to find Mary stroking my thighs. She wasn't even touching my pussy and I was already soaking. I wondered how much more of this I could take. I had two days off work now and I really didn't think I would stand two whole days of being teased like this. At least not without going completely insane.
Mary untied me and we showered together. Then after breakfast she explained her plans for the morning. I was mortified. I was to visit a doctor that Mary had chosen and pretend to have a particular 'problem'. Mary would be listening via mobile phone to the appointment, and I had to explain a number of 'facts' to the doctor. Missing any of these 'facts' would result in punishment.
I was dressed in an unusually conservative manner. A push-up bra that made my B-chest look more like a C-chest (and on my very small frame it was pretty spectacular) managed to completely hide my nipple rings. I was made to wear white panties and a long flowery dress with slip-on sandals. I had no make up on and wore my hair down.
Mary drove me to the doctors. On the way I was instructed to open the glove box. There was a vibrator inside. Mary had me stimulate my clit through the panties. My already moist panties were soon soaking.
We arrived outside the clinic and Mary made me recite the scenario I was presenting and repeated the facts for her. Then, taking a deep breath and with a lump in my throat. I went inside and greeted the receptionist.
She was very pretty, and quite friendly in a professional sort of way. She told me the doctor would be with me shortly. I took a seat and opened up my small handbag. I phoned Mary and activated the speakerphone function. My phone has a very sensitive microphone and so Mary would hear everything.
I sat and waited. I could feel the dampness between my legs. The desire for release. The panic in my stomach.
"Miss Adelaide," called a voice. It was the doctor. Oh my god, he was huge. Six foot ten if he was an inch. Muscular, obviously spending a lot of time at the gym. Short cropped hair, square jaw, nice tan, late twenties...he was pretty hot.
I picked up my handbag and followed, slightly trembling.
"Well Miss Adelaide, what seems to be the trouble?" the doctor asked showing me to a seat in his office and closing the door.
"Well," my mouth was dry, "you see..." I hesitated. Part of the scenario was to look nervous, something I was having no problems accomplishing.
"Go on," reassured the doctor.
"It's my vagina," I blurted out, "I think Tim might have torn it."
