This is a continuation of my Lesbian Cum Slave series. It will make much more sense if you read it in order. This story contains non-consensual elements. I do not advocate or endorse anything but safe sex between consenting adults. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!
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"Your first instinct will be to rip them off and try and stop the burn. Your challenge is to resist your instincts. You will put them on; you will wedge them into your cleft, both in back and in front; you will assume the attention position, and remain motionless and silent. You will then strictly comply with any commands I give you until you are released. You will do this solely because I have ordered you to and you know I will not tolerate disobedience or failure." Mistress said coldly.
Audra's blood ran cold. She looked down at the satin panties and bowl of liquid on her Mistress' desk. She could not believe what she was now being commanded to subject herself to. Was there no end to the depravity and torment she would endure at the hands if this twisted woman? She was already broken! Even as a purely heterosexual woman, she had become and expert at cunnilingus. She was actually becoming used to having to jill herself off on command and let her hypersensitive clit be overstimulated. It was all she could do every time to hold her position and remain silent as her button was rubbed. Now this?!
Mistress had explained in detail what was expected. She would place the crotch section of the panties in the bowl to soak, then, using external stimulation only, Audra was to stand in front of her desk and edge herself for ten minutes. The monitor on Mistress' desk was paired wirelessly to the microtransceiver implanted in Audra's neck. As always, this ensured that there would be no cheating or faking. Mistress could tell exactly how close she was to orgasm, and exactly when she had her first contraction. She could also see the level of the orgasm's intensity, neatly displayed graphically on the screen. Audra would teeter on the very edge of orgasm for the entire ten minutes, or she would be required to start over. She was then instructed to ask for permission to orgasm. Once granted, she would stroke herself just enough to send her over the edge. She would then place her hands behind her head hands behind her head, her feet shoulder-width apart, and her back straight. This was the attention position. This effectively ruined any possibility of enjoyment of the orgasm.
In all of the almost 3000 orgasms she had experienced since she was brought to this horrible place 15 weeks ago, she had only had 2 that were sexually satisfying. Both were given as rewards for exceptional performance at something humiliating and depraved. Most of the time, her pussy would clench at open air. Stimulation would stop just as the orgasm began. The orgasm was a biochemical, two-fold means to an end. First, the flood of oxytocin would throw her clitoris into hypersensitivity. Second, the surge in prolactin made any interest in sex or stimulation, however infinitesimal, vanish completely. Using this method, Audra felt only the smallest amount of pleasure, and all of the after-effects in full. Every orgasm was an exercise in frustration and cruelty.
When her contractions subsided, Audra was to simply put the panties on. Just put them on, and stand at attention in silence and await further instruction. A closer examination of the seemingly benign undergarment revealed some minor modifications. The cotton shield at the crotch was longer and thicker than normal. It also appeared that an additional braid of cotton was sewn into the center. This braid had knots and dips in it designed to wedge into and between her anatomy, putting just a little extra pressure on all the right spots. This material was designed to be very absorbent. The panties were very elastic, and just a tad on the small side. This ensured they would fit snugly into place, and remain there, even if she were permitted to move. The bowl of liquid, as it was explained to her, was another one of Mistress' cocktails.
The primary ingredient was a combination of various hot pepper extracts, in a pure, and very thin, oil form. It was distilled and extremely powerful. Some of the secondary ingredients served to accentuate the primary effect. Ginger root and eucalyptus extract oils, along with a concentrated mixture of histamine inducing agents that would add a very insistent itch to the incredible burn. Next, there was a chemical mixture that would ensure that no blistering or would occur, and that there would be no damage to Audra's sensitive nerves or tissue. Finally, a chemical was added to nullify all of the cocktail's ingredients, upon exposure to ordinary olive oil. Audra had also seen a bottle of olive oil, a small dish, and a sponge on the other side of Mistress' desk. At least when she had suffered long enough, apparently the antidote was available and immediate.
Audra had no idea what she was in for, but if it was anything like what she'd endured thus far, she was in for another visit to SuperHell. She tentatively began caressing herself. She knew if she gave even the slightest indication of hesitation, she would be punished. She also knew that Mistress had no interest in watching her indulge in foreplay. As quickly as possible, she coaxed her button from its hiding place and began a short journey to the edge of orgasm. She had become an expert of her anatomy. She knew exactly how to touch and rub and tease herself to get the maximum response. She could do it upside down, blindfolded, with one hand tied behind her back, if required, and on more than one occasion, she had.
Audra's clit swelled and bulged as it was expertly manipulated. Audra paid just the right amount of direct and secondary stimulation to it, and was at the verge of coming in minutes. A quiet beep emitted from the monitor on the desk indicating that the ten minute timer had started. This was perhaps the hardest part. She had very little control over the torments exacted on her after she came, and most of the time, it was just an exercise in maintaining position, endurance, or both. This was the real trick, though. The settings on the sensors were very sensitive, and the window that the computer recognized as "edging" was quite narrow. She knew the level of stimulation she was expected to maintain, but it was very difficult. She had to maintain her sex at virtually one stroke from orgasm. If she came too soon, she would be punished most severely. She would likely have to wear those horrible panties all night if she did, knowing Mistress. If she failed to keep herself on the edge, the timer would start over. She had once restarted the timer 4 times in one session, a transgression she was given a rather aggressive pussy for. Audra had little doubt that today would be different.
Audra's hands were an art form as she deftly stroked and slid her fingers along her sex, taking special care not to enter herself. Several times she felt and saw her response dip, and she quickly corrected it and brought herself back to the verge. This ten minutes felt like an hour, as it always did. She was once required to maintain her level for almost an hour. It was maddening. She had heard whispers that Mistress once forced an inmate to keep herself on the edge for over six hours. Audra couldn't imagine that level of frustration. She felt as though her little nub would explode after one hour. She was both thankful and fearful that this session was only ten minutes. She knew that Mistress must be eager to see her suffer, and after hearing what she was in for, she knew she would.
The anticipation of the horror to follow sapped any enjoyment Audra might have felt as she stood there playing with herself. The realization that this sadistic woman would continue to find things to take away from her hit her like a truck. She had endured so much, but she had a grave feeling that this was just the beginning. She had also heard that once Mistress lost interest, things got even worse. She heard rumors that once a slave had failed to peak her interest, Mistress simply sent them to auction. As horrible as her ordeal had been, Audra recognized that she was well cared for, and great care was taken to ensure that no permanent damage was done to her. She shuddered to think of being owned by someone who lacked such inhibitions. She resolved to make all outward signs that she embraced this life, even though she utterly despised what had become of her. She knew it could be worse.
The timer ticked down to zero, and Audra dutifully said her expected line.
"Mistress, may I come?"
"You may." Mistress replied.
Audra's apprehension renewed as she heard this. Never before had Mistress granted her immediate permission. Usually, she was required to beg and say filthy things. Usually she was required to promise deeper and deeper depravity. This was new. This was scary.
Audra didn't dare waste any more time wondering. She gave her clit the final, missing flick and withdrew her hands behind her head. Her pussy contracted and spasmed hard. Mistress divided her glances equally between the monitor and Audra's gasping form.
"That was a strong one, girl. Well done." Mistress sneered.
"Thank you, Mistress." Audra replied.
"Well, get to it." Mistress commanded.
Audra's orgasm had barely subsided when she reached forward onto the desk. She carefully moved the bowl over to the corner, so that none of the solution would drip on Mistress' desk once the panties were removed. She also took care to stretch the panties as much as possible as she awkwardly tried to put them on. She carefully threaded one foot, then the other into their respective spots, taking care not to let the solution touch her feet. The next part was even more challenging, as she attempted to thread the wet satin up her legs without touching them. She was almost successful. When the wet fabric kissed her inner, left thigh, the effects were immediate. The spot began to burn and she flinched. Mistress saw this and commented.
