I felt a tingle pulse from my burning pussy lips before I felt a single droplet of my own juices drip down and fall along the sensitive skin of my ass crack. My butthole was still reeling from the vibrator incident and every time the group brought me close to orgasm, my entire lower half screamed like it had never before.
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I thought about why I was agreeing to let the room torment me so. I thought about how before tonight only my husband, Tim, had ever seen me naked, let alone known about my humiliation kink. Now his two closest friends and their two beautiful wives had discovered my secret and used it against me, and the worst part was that despite the unimaginable embarrassment I felt, I was enjoying it.
The night began rather innocently with some wine and a somewhat provocative game night. During some charades I flashed my plump yoga-fit ass to the group, then a round later revealed I had a humiliation kink. This led to some devious planning by Ann, one of the wives.
She managed to convince me to bet everything I had during a game of strip poker, and from then on, I felt a burning desire to be controlled, humiliated, punished. After being stripped completely nude and eating out the other wife, Sarah, I was made the plaything of a new game they invented.
Essentially, they'd bring me to the brink of orgasm until I was begging for it, then I'd pick a piece of paper at random. Each paper was written by a different participant and contained a different embarrassing instruction. If I successfully did it, the person who wrote it would strip down and finally make me cum for the ultimate finale of the night.
The game had led to me shoving a vibrator in my ass and standing nude on the side of my street for ten minutes. However, I quickly learned that no matter how successful I was at the task, the group was going to vote that I didn't do it well enough, meaning I'd have to pull another piece of paper. So, there I was, trapped in an endless game of edging, embarrassment, and torment.
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After they told me I had failed, I knew what I had to do. I climbed back on the table and spread my legs wide. I arched my tailbone even more this time which allowed the audience on the couch to see my asshole and vagina. I'm sure they could tell how wet I was after just being put on display for the college boys that drove by.
While I was thinking about the compromising situation I was so willingly putting myself in, a familiar shock returned between my legs, but this time it felt a tad different. Whereas the previous rounds Ann used the vibrator on me, this time I felt her cold fingertips slide against my sex. I yelped at the change of sensation which made the crowd giggle.
Her pristinely painted and gelled nails pushed on my labia while her actual skin found my clit with no problem. As soon as she pressed my button, I could tell how swollen I was. This would be the fourth time I nearly reached orgasm tonight, so every part of me was enflamed and begging for relief.
He fingers moved in a circular motion, which made the waves of pleasure spin inside me. I felt my insides shake with joy, thinking that soon I'd get to release the tension that was tormenting every inch of me, but like usual, the pleasure built and built before I let out an exhale prepping to cum and Ann stopped.
Once again, I couldn't stop myself from whining as my body begged for more. I opened my eyes and saw Ann holding the bowl out in front of me. I could barely think straight, so I operated on muscle memory and pulled a paper.
I thought I had gotten the worst ones out of the way, but somehow this topped everything thus far, in a new way.
"What does it say, darling?" Ann said.
I tried to move my lips but couldn't produce the words. Tim noticed and came to my side. When I felt his familiar presence next to me, I leaned my trembling weight onto him. He supported my limp body with his chest and took the card from my hands. I heard the words out loud and shuttered at what I had to do next.
"Draw two more pieces of paper and do them at the same time." Tim finally read my torment out loud.
Fuck. I had barely been able to handle each one of the two torments I had done so far, how was I going to do two more. Then I thought about how there were only five people participating in my torture: Tim, Ann, Darren, John, and Sarah. If I had already done two, then pulled this one and had to do two more, that was every card in the bowl.
"Looks like everyone gets to see little miss humiliation carry out their tasks tonight." Sarah said with a devilish grin.
I suspected that she was the one who had put in the two-for-one special that was about to make my night so much worse.
"Since there are only two papers left, why don't the ones who wrote them come up and read them to everyone." Tim suggested.
That meant that Tim's paper was one I had already done. I wondered which it was and quickly realized it must've been the anal one, seeing as Tim always wanted to do butt stuff but I'd never fully let him. After Tim's suggestion, Darren walked up and grabbed his paper out of the bowl. Much to my dismay, Ann grabbed the other piece.
Ann and Darren were by far the most sexual couple and if everything I had done so far was the tamest of the bunch, I was terrified to learn what I'd have to do in unison. Darren unfolded his piece of paper and read it.
"Cover yourself in as much semen as possible." He said with a satisfied grin.
That little pervert. The fact that it said "as much as possible" meant I couldn't get away with just Tim's cum painting my perfect body. I nearly burst into tears when it dawned on me that John and Darren would have to cum on me as well. I saw John's face light up as he realized it too. Darren and I looked at Tim, expecting an objection, but to my sadness, we found nothing but an approving nod.
I instinctively listened to what I had to do. My body yearned for an orgasm and as much as I wanted this to be over, I knew I was enjoying the attention. I laid back on the table, sprawling my body out with my small tits and erect nipples pointing to the sky.
"Aw, she's such a good girl, she's ready for everyone to jizz on her. Honey, did you forget you have to do two this time around?" Ann said in that Greek goddess accent.
I did forget. My thighs shook when I was reminded of that fact. I tilted my head in time to see Ann open her card.
"Live chat with strangers when you finally climax." She said.
Oh no. So far, my torment was contained to this night, with these people(minus the college boys from outside) but now I'd be showing more of the world how much of a begging slut I was. My insides twisted in a knot, but so did my pussy. Just the thought of extending this humiliation burned my sex in new ways that made me vibrate on the table. I almost orgasmed at the sound of Ann's voice.
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The group broke off to discuss how to go about this next task. After what felt like an eternity, they returned and explained my fate to me. There was an anonymous video chatting website called AllChat. It was like Chat Roulette or Omegle, except instead of being matched with one person, you'd be put in a chat room with up to 20 people.
They told me I'd have to get in a chat room while the boys stood offscreen. After I was in a room with a decent amount of people, the men would jack off onto me one by one until I resembled a Jackson Pollock painting. Then, Ann would reach her hand into frame so that she wasn't visible, and she'd use the vibrator to finish me off.
Tim explained everything to me while everyone else listened. Hearing my sweet husband explain such a devious plan gave me butterflies. I could feel my crotch burn and beg for the bulge that had been in his pants since we started my little show.
Then something dawned on me. There were no more cards, and I was essentially doing three at once. If I refused or couldn't complete this one, what would happen since there were no more pieces of paper to draw?
"What if I don't want to, or I fail halfway through." I mumbled.
