It was a few days later when Madison received her latest message from her blackmailer - and this one was different from the rest.
"Madison," he began, "I can see the way you act when you're aroused. The more aroused you get, the more of a slut you become. Also, I'm sure the longer you go without an orgasm, the more desperate you become. And besides, I will be very busy in the coming weeks, taking a long vacation and so forth, so I will not be around much to give you tasks to do or to watch the results.
So this is what I would like you to do. Today is June 30. Starting tonight at midnight, you will go one month without a single orgasm. I hope you are so depraved and desperate that you will step up your game when I return. I will not contact you until August 1. Of course, have as much sex as you want and post all the videos and pictures you like - but no orgasms. Besides, time off from cumming would do you some good. You need to learn to realize your place in this world. If you're truly as much of a slut as you say you are, your place is to provide pleasure to others, and you will best be able to do that if you're not as focused on your own pleasure. So next time you feel like you want to cum, just simply remind yourself that you don't deserve it, that you are just a plaything."
So good luck, and I'll be in touch in August.
"Holy fucking shit," Madison said softly to herself. "A whole month without a single orgasm?!" The thought sounded crazy. Usually she had an orgasm every day - the longest she had gone without one in the last couple of years might have been four or five days - not even close to a whole month, and at the end of the four or five days she had been horny enough that she would have agreed to a gangbang by a hundred men in front of an audience of a thousand.
"Do I really have to?" She thought. "I mean, would he ever really know if I just said forget it and cheat, every once in a while, anyway?" Then she read the part again about being depraved when he returned, and she knew he would at least have an idea if he didn't return to a fully willing, self-debasing, raunchy, wanton little slut.
"No, he's right," Madison thought to herself with a sigh. "I am always so horny when I haven't gotten off in a while. And I always turn into a super slut. And I always do something really crazy and have the best orgasm. And I really do have to learn that my place is to please others - starting now. Isn't that why I turned into a slut in the first place?"
She knew it was going to be hard, but with a sigh, Madison committed to keeping herself from having a single orgasm until August. And with that, she went to a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. Standing in front of her mirror, she quickly chopped off the bottom half of her college T-shirt. "There," she said. "Now they can all look at me like they deserve. My body, for the pleasure of others." Looking at herself, she could see that at least eight inches of pure, sexy, twenty-two year old midriff was completely exposed. She put on her running shoes and looked in the mirror. "Got to keep this body in shape so I can be as much pleasure to others as possible," she said to her reflection, and then just like that, she went out for a run, making sure to notice any time someone checked her out.
That day was easy, overall, and the next day was a little tougher but manageable. But as the days went on, as had happened in the past, Madison became more sex-starved and sex-crazed by the day. By Independence Day, Madison was ready for a dozen complete strangers to mercilessly run a train on her. She went out to a fireworks show braless with a tiny white top on and her ass plugged and was so horny she almost hoped some guy would drag her into the woods and force her legs apart and use her against her will just so she would have an excuse for having an orgasm. Certainly her blackmailer would understand if she was raped, no?
The next day, Madison went to a grocery store to pick up a few things, and for the occasion, she wore a loose, extremely low-cut top with no bra so that every time she bent over her breasts were completely visible by looking down her shirt. She made sure to give a show to lots of men. Her daily runs became more of an exercise in teasing men than exercise for her body. On July 3, she was down to a sports bra and a pair of compression shorts. By July 6, she was in a homemade cutoff tank top that barely covered her breasts - braless again. And she couldn't actually do much running because her breasts bounced too much, but then again, by that point it wasn't about the exercise.
After her run that day she went for a drive wearing nothing but a bikini top and a skirt, and she made sure to pull the top to the side and give the truckers and any other onlookers a show, sometimes for minutes at a time. And during all this, Madison softly stroked her pussy every couple of minutes, wishing, wanting, craving just one measly orgasm.
"God, this is making me so horny," she said one morning. She hadn't even left her bed yet and already she had her hand in her pajama shorts, stroking her creamy, wet slit. "He was right, I do turn into a slut when I'm not allowed to cum."
Madison thought about seriously finding a guy to blow. Just find someone on Tinder or even Facebook and show up somewhere, get in his car, suck his dick and swallow and leave. It seemed so satisfying, but she knew it would be no release, it would just make her even more needy. So all she could do was wait, and figure out how the day's events would allow her to at least satisfy some of her cravings, even if she knew she would be left waiting, wanting, dripping wet. "God, I think I would do anything to cum - no matter how insane it is," she thought. She stroked her pussy and fantasized about showing up at a mall with "gangbang me" written on her and stripping naked and walking from one end to the other. But of course, she couldn't actually do that! So what was she going to do?
Madison thought for several minutes, lightly stroking her clit but not intensely enough to get close to orgasm, just enough to keep her aroused. After a few minutes, she sighed. "This really sucks," she said out loud. "I want to cum, like - so bad!"
She decided to go for a run to take her mind off of things. "An actual run," she said to herself. "Not a braless run where I'm really just using it as an excuse to show off my tits. I need to get my mind off of sex."
But as she put on a tank top and running shorts, she thought about what her blackmailer said about her purpose being to serve others, not to please herself. She looked at herself in the mirror after she laced up her shoes. "Damn it," she said. "This isn't doing a very good job of pleasing anyone, is it - I mean, I know - as someone who sometimes plays around with girls - when I see a hot girl running but she's all covered up I'm really disappointed. This isn't going to cut it."
Madison settled for taking out her scissors and chopping off the majority of her tank top, so that its bottom edge was even with the bottom of her sports bra. "There," she said. "I'm showing as much as I realistically can for an actual run, I think."
