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Angie’s Experiment
By: Michael Alexander
Day 0
Hi. My name is Angie. I’m twenty one years old, almost twenty two
in a month or two. I’m five foot five,
I have to admit, I feel a little trepidation about this “experiment”. While appealing on the short term, I worry about the physical effects it might have. I almost wish I could consult my doctor, but how do you broach a subject like sex toys? Perhaps I shouldn’t have agreed to this, but I gave my word, and like my father taught me, my word is my bond.
The experiment is simple.
Beginning tomorrow morning at
I am to keep a journal during the next four to five days. I will carry it with me everywhere so that I can document my feelings, my responses, and my desires. I will do my best to catalog everything, no matter how small, that relates to my sexuality.
I am already, without the benefit of this experiment, rather a sexual person. I usually masturbate at least twice a day, sometimes three depending on circumstances. I have a wide variety of sex toys, ranging from vibrators to dildoes to even a bottom plug. I currently do not have a boyfriend, but that isn’t so unusual, since school has always taken precedence over relationships. My online relationship with Master Michael has been an entertaining diversion, non-demanding, and on my own terms, until this experiment. Though I feel a certain curiosity, not to mention sexual eagerness at the thought of being tormented for so long.
I worry that my own sexuality may not be up to this. Remaining in a state of arousal for five days is more than anything I’ve ever had to deal with. I’ve been tied up for an hour or so, even had all sorts of “toys” used on me, but to deal with this never ending stimulation…I’m just not sure. But I’ve agreed to this, so I will. One last night of decent sleep.
Day
I woke up this morning and used the rest room. After cleaning up a bit, washing my face and so on, I returned to my bedroom, removed my panties and lay back down. Usually, I like to masturbate in the morning, but I was so eager to begin that I immediately grabbed my vibrator, turned it on, and then slid it in.
Surprisingly (or maybe not), I was already soaked, my body totally in tune with what I was doing. I lay still for a minute; my legs pressed together, the buzzing inside me driving me mad. I stood up and then began the difficult operation of pulling my panties on and up with the vibrator still inside me. I didn’t want it to slip out. After a minute or two I succeeded, and then made my way to the kitchen. It was distracting, trying to make breakfast with a buzzing sex toy inside myself. I kept experiencing little waves of pleasure. Not orgasms mind you, but tiny little sparks.
Right now as I write this, I can feel my panties soaking, the buzzing going on and on. I thank God that I don’t have to keep this on for the entire five days, much less wear it to school. I could never function and would draw tremendous attention. It’s very loud.
I don’t think I can stand it much longer and writing this has taken forever because of my errors and cross outs. I was wrong. I can’t stand it. I’m going back to my room to masturbate.
Day
I’m feeling much better. Masturbating helped a lot. My desperation isn’t so intense. I’m also in the process of getting ready for school, so I have removed the vibrator and inserted my ben wa balls. These are not nearly so difficult to deal with. They move inside me, but do not create the same feelings of immediate need the vibrator does.
I’ve worn the ben wa balls out before. A friend of mine and I used to wear them (different sets of course) to the mall, walking and shopping. It was always fun to see which one of us showed the effects first. Usually it was me. An hour or so of brisk walking would churn my sex up into a frothing well of lust. Thank God the walk between classes should not be as intense.
Master Michael has also instructed that I note what I wear each day. I’m tempted not to wear a bra or panties, but doing this automatically excites me, and considering my current condition, I don’t think this would be wise. Of course I’m wearing a skirt, a green short pleated skirt that is very loose and swirls around me. I will lift it up to make sure I don’t sit on it, because I’m worried that my juices might leak. Very unsexy to contemplate, but this is a scientific experiment.
My top today will be a simple red tee shirt. I’ll look very Christmassy, despite Christmas being a month and a half away.
Day
I’m sitting in my first class of the day, and I have to say the walk across campus was difficult. It wasn’t the constant rotation of the ben wa balls, but more a mental stimulation. The balls served as a constant reminder of what I was doing, this whole experiment, and I found myself ripening instantly. My hand kept going to my sex, pushing hard on my clit in an attempt to rid myself of the desires flooding through me. I’ve already had a sex toy inside me for almost two hours. Even as I sit here, I can feel them inside me. I must concentrate on my class. I have to, but I’m not sure if I can.
Day
The walk from my first to my second class was as distracting as the walk to my first. I imagine that this would be similar to having someone suck on your cock constantly, without interruption for several hours, with no chance of orgasm. That must be what this feels like. It was so tough to pay attention in class, and here I am again, my pussy tingling, soaking wet, hot, and I’m stuck in a tiny desk chair at the very front of the class. And it’s a big class too, no empty seats. I wish I was alone on the back row, hidden from view. My hand would be buried in my pussy right now. Instead my legs are clamped together and every once in a while I find myself pressing down hard on my mons and clit, trying to suppress the feelings. One more class to go.
Day 1
Everyone thinks I’m taking notes, so this journal is working out well. I was late to class because I couldn’t take it any more. It started with me needing to use the restroom. I went to the ladies room and removed the ben wa balls, took care of my bladder requirements, but then as I was reinserting the balls, I couldn’t control myself. My fingers, slippery, were gliding in and out, the balls buried inside me, and suddenly I found myself legs splayed wide, sitting on the toilet, ramming my fingers home. I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever came. Less than a minute. I cleaned my hands with toilet paper. Rearranged my clothes. Washed my hands, and then went to class, the ben wa balls still ringing inside myself, but with the overwhelming need that had been building up since this morning gone.
Day
Lunch time and I am in a state. Upon getting home, I immediately stripped, removed the ben wa balls and reinserted the vibrator. That was part of the conditions. The ben wa balls are for public areas. The vibrator or bullets are for home. I have elected not to use the bullets yet since I KNOW those drive me crazy. Inserting the vibrator and turning it on immediately made my sex drive increase and I found myself pounding away, ramming my vibrator into my body over and over. Perhaps my bullets would be better. The long cylindrical shape of the vibrator is too much like a cock.
In any event, sitting at the kitchen table, totally naked, trying to eat lunch and write in my journal while I have a vibrator buried inside me, turned on low, is difficult, even after an intense orgasm. I’m beginning to feel the first vague sensations of sensitivity, tenderness inside my body, perhaps from my last masturbation. I also feel thirsty, and I’ve been drinking a bit more than I usually do. The constant presence inside me has also been troublesome. It serves as a constant reminder as to my condition, this experiment, and my sexual side. It’s like a string tied around the finger to remind you of an important fact. Except of course it’s a sexual presence as well.
Day
I had to turn the vibrator off. I was getting tender. I’m keeping it in, my panties holding it deep inside me as I attempt to function like a regular person. I’ve now kept a sex toy of some kind inside me for six hours. I never imagined it would be this difficult.
Day
I’m lying naked, face down on my bed, as I write this. There is a small white elongated control box, wires running out of it, sitting next to me. A small dial on the side indicates that the objects this control operates are currently running on “fast”.
I can attest to that. I can feel them. My thighs are clamped together right now. I’ve got two plastic shiny purple egg shaped bullets in me right now. I can feel them clattering against each other. I was right in one way. Not being in the shape of a cock is helping, but the thought that I must endure another hour or so of their vibrations before being allowed to turn them off is enough to almost make me cry. It’s been eight hours and the only times I have not had something inside me was for the few minutes when I’ve used the restroom. I’ve gone twice, and frankly it is a relief to remove whatever sex toy is in me and urinate. Almost as pleasurable as removing a rock from your shoe after you’ve walked twenty miles with it in.
My hips are thrusting. It’s involuntary, just a physical reaction to my desires. I feel like a humping dog, thrusting myself down upon a pillow. I’m desperate. Oh God I want to be fucked. This is nuts. I’m gonna masturbate.
Day
I feel a little better, and I’ve turned the bullets off. I know that I’m supposed to leave them on for an hour, but I can’t. They’re still inside me of course, and I will turn them back on in about thirty minutes or so. Master Michael did not say I couldn’t break up the one hour of activation time in the three hours. Masturbating felt fantastic. My fingers played with my clit, and I managed three orgasms.
I’m actually glad I’m multi orgasmic. It’s a great skill. Its too bad guys can’t do it.
I’m thinking about showering, but I know the bullets would have to come out. I can’t put my ben wa balls back in, but the vibrator would slip out. I think I will have to break the rule about the ben wa balls only being for classes. I think Master Michael won’t mind. Shower time.
Day
I feel much better. Showering helped. I was all sticky from earlier. I’m still wet, but at least there is a cleanliness that I didn’t have before. The ben wa balls were perfect for the shower. They stayed in except when I washed myself. Hygiene is a definite issue when it comes to sex toys. I usually wash them in soap and water, and then pour some rubbing alcohol over them afterwards. Of course, usually I don’t leave them in. I’ve taken care of the ben wa balls and my vibrator. Right now I’ve got the bullets back in. I’m wearing panties, shorts, bra, and a tee shirt. The control for the bullets is in my back pocket, with the wire running up to my waistband and then down into my panties. It really isn’t noticeable. Of course, I don’t have it on either. My pussy is still wet a bit, and a bit tender. It only takes half the usual time to get me revved up when ever a toy is vibrating.
I’m handling the psychology of this a bit better as well. I guess I’m getting used to having something up inside me. I can almost ignore it, as long as nothing is vibrating.
Day
I’ve endured another vibration session. I used the bullets. I at least was smart enough to retire to my room and strip though. It was difficult to wait. I sat there, trying to watch television as the little tremors shook me. So distracting…
I think I made it halfway through my show before I couldn’t stand it. Fifteen minutes of vibrations and I had my fingers buried under the blankets and between my legs. I’ve gone twelve hours with something inside me and I’ve masturbated four times.
Tonight at eight I have to get online with Master Michael and report how my day went. We both know that I will be sitting there, my legs spread to either side of the chair, the vibrator buried inside myself, turned on high. It will be difficult to type. Distracting.
<Excerpt from Instant Messaging.>
Michaelalexander7575: Good evening,
Angie. How are you feeling?
Angiefun: I’m
good. Thank you for asking sir.
Michaelalexander7575: So how is our experiment coming?
Angiefun: I think cumming would be the better word sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Really?
How many times today?
Angiefun: four sir.
Michaelalexander7575: And no undue side effects? Are you sensitive?
Angiefun: Yes sir I am.
When ever the toys vibrate it’s very tough for me to concentrate and I
find myself needing to orgasm quickly.
Michaelalexander7575: What else?
Angiefun: Well…its tough walking to class with my ben wa balls in.
Michaelalexander7575: lol
Angiefun: and frankly, I think I’m spending much more
time with my fingers in my pussy.
Michaelalexander7575: Good.
That’s exactly what I want to hear.
Angiefun: Sir? I
need to ask for an exeption.
Michaelalexander7575: An exemption? Or an exception?
Angiefun: Both, either, I don’t know. I just need to ask for permission to use the
ben wa balls while showering. The vibe won’t stay in and the bullets aren’t
supposed to get wet.
Michaelalexander7575: lol.
Sure. I think that will be
fine.
Angiefun: Thank you sir. I really appreciate your consideration.
Michaelalexander7575: Not in the least. I appreciate you doing this for me. Did you scan your journal?
Angiefun: Yes sir.
I made eleven entries.
Michaelalexander7575: Eleven?
Fantastic.
Send it to me at my email address.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: What do you have in right now?
Angiefun: My vibrator sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Is it on?
Angiefun: No sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Turn it on.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Just a sec.
Angiefun: It’s on now sir.
Michaelalexander7575: On high?
Angiefun: Yes sir, uits on high.
Angiefun: I mean it’s.
Michaelalexander7575: Don’t worry about typos. I understand what you’re going through.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Were you embarrassed today, Angie?
Angiefun: A little sir, especially when I was walking
to and from class. I kept feeling the
ben wa balls move around and it drove me crazy. I actually had to go to the restroom and
masturbate once.
Michaelalexander7575: Excellent.
Would you say that the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation
heightens or dampens your sexual stimulation?
Angiefun: Heightens sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Hmmmm.
We might need to explore this avenue later on during our
experiment. Maybe day
three. What are you wearing right
now?
Angiefun: Nothing sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Excellent.
I like a girl who comes to the internet with nothing on and a vibrator
buried inside of her.
Angiefun: Thank you sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Did you endure two hours of vibration this
afternoon?
Angiefun: Yes sir, kinda.
Michaelalexander7575: Kinda?
What does that mean?
Angiefun: Well, it became a little too intense with my
bullets sir, so I stopped the vibration after about thirty minutes, took a
break and then started again.
Michaelalexander7575: So you didn’t do the entire hour at one time?
Angiefun: no sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Angie, that’s very bad.
Angiefun: I’m sorry sir. I just couldn’t take it.
Michaelalexander7575: But you have to take it. You agreed to this. I need to know what your reactions are,
precisely.
Angiefun: I’m sorry sir. I’ll make sure not to break it up next time.
Michaelalexander7575: That’s right, and I think you need a
reminder. Get your toy box and a
candle. Turn your microphone on.
Angiefun: Please sir, you don’t have to punish me!
Michaelalexander7575: Yes I do.
I told you when we started what the consequences for disobeying me would
be. Let me guess, you’ve already taken a
shower with your ben wa balls too, haven’t you?
Angiefun: Yes sir.
I’m sorry.
Michaelalexander7575: You
will be. Get that mic on now.
<End excerpt from Instant Messaging>
Day
It’s been almost fourteen hours since I started this insane experiment. I can now say I’ve masturbated six times, each time reaching climax. I’m exhausted. I’ve never cum so much on one day ever. At least not solo. I’ve had some great sex before, but not like this, where its my own actions that bring me to climax.
I endured my punishment, legs spread, vibrator inside myself. Master Michael didn’t actually do too much to me. A little bit of heating cream on my nipples and clit, about ten minutes with clothespins, and the ramming of the vibrator into myself with the mic at my groin so he could hear the sounds of it going in and out until I came. That was it. Not shabby for breaking his rules.
I could have taken more, a lot more. LOL I shouldn’t even write that here in my journal since tomorrow I will have to scan it again and send it to him. But knowing that…Master Michael, you can punish me harder next time! If there is a next time for me breaking the rules!
I’m about to go to bed. I took another shower, ben wa balls included, before going to bed. I’ve decided to wear panties, tee shirt, and gym shorts tonight. Right now the vibrator, turned off, is rammed up into me, with my panties holding it in snuggly. I almost wish I had one of those little pocket rockets to use. Something a little smaller. I’d put in the bullets, but with two little eggs knocking about inside me, I know I can’t take that. I think I might be able to handle the vibrator.
Master Michael asked me to try to sleep with it on. I know that isn’t going to work. But to please him, I will try. He said I could leave it on low, just so long as it was on. He asked me to try for at least an hour. I don’t think I have the strength for another orgasm. More likely I will just lie there, unable to sleep, staring up at the ceiling, while the buzzing goes on.
Day
I was wrong. I had the strength to orgasm. I can’t sleep like this, but have to try for another thirty minutes.
Day
God! Tie me down with my hands above my head if you want me to relax enough to sleep like this! I can’t! I can’t sleep with this thing buzzing! It’s going off. I have to sleep.
Day
Good morning. I slept just fine after I turned off the damn vibrator. Right now it’s still in me. I’m eating breakfast and writing in my journal. Right now it’s more of a distraction than a sexual stimulation. Kind of like having a bandage wrapped around your thumb while writing. You can do it, its irritating, but doesn’t do anything to facilitate your writing skill.
Okay bad analogy. I’m sorry.
My first class isn’t till
I’m trying to decide what to wear today. I think I can get away with jeans and a tee shirt, provided I wear a maxi pad in my panties. I know…gross. But considering the results of yesterday, it might be the smart thing to do, rather than walk around looking like I’ve wet myself. That would be totally humiliating, and not in the good way.
Master Michael mentioned arranging my clothing choices in a way that would embarrass me. I hope he remembers my limits. I specifically stated “nothing that will get me arrested or expelled.” To be honest, I’ve known Master Michael for over a year and he has never broken my limits. I admit to a bit of curiosity. Will I be going out in a mini skirt and no panties? I hope not. Sitting in a mini skirt like that would result in a wet spot that could be seen from the rear. Maybe a sweat shirt to wrap around my waist? I could care less about the top. I’ve gone braless a lot over the years. Guys (and even a few girls I could mention…Kat…I know you will get to read this) go crazy over the sight of me in a tight tank top. I love doing that to guys.
So far, I’ve had a sex toy inside me for over twenty four hours. I’m doing a lot better than I though I would be. Last night was difficult, but only with the vibrator on. Just having it inside me is something I can handle relatively easily. It’s gotten to be almost as if I were chewing gum, or was wearing a choker necklace. Its there. I notice it. But it has little effect on me.
I have noticed that I’m thirsty a lot more. I suppose it has a lot to do with my hydration levels and the copious amounts of lubrication I am forcing my body to produce. Other than that, I haven’t really noticed any other major differences occurring.
Day
I’m sitting in my first class of the day and I’m thankful that I’ve only got two. I think I can make it. They’re relatively close together, and not all the way across the campus like my classes were yesterday. Just walking from my apartment to the campus was rough, the ben wa balls giving off their distinctive but muted ringing. But it was enough to start my juices flowing. It was as if someone’s fingers were inside me, at least two but more like four, wiggling, softly and steadily. Or as if someone were licking me up and down, never slowing, never stopping, and yet never actually striking my clit. It has been maddening. I’ve only regained enough of my composure to write, and that’s because I’m sitting down in class and not walking anymore. Yesterday I made it through two classes before ending up in the restroom masturbating. I will try to make it home instead.
Day
Made it. Sitting down now. I’m breathing hard. This was tough. Thank God I didn’t have to go farther. Another twenty yards and I would have been heading to the nearest bathroom. These things are maddening! Rolling around inside me. This is not what I expected when I agreed to do this. I can’t think of anything except what it would be like to be spread eagled, tied with my legs apart, while every guy who crosses my path lowers his trousers and rams me hard. I’m certainly not paying attention to what’s being said in class. I’m supposed to be taking notes right now and all I can think about is my pussy! Think think think! TAKE NOTES NOW!
Day
I didn’t make it home. I was half way and I stepped behind a bush, snapped my jean shorts open, and rubbed my clit till I came. I think it took all of a minute and a half. First masturbation of the day. In public. Well done, Angie. I stepped out from behind the bushes with a wet finger and two guys eyeing me as they walked down the street. There is no way they could have known what I had just done behind the bushes, but I thought they knew. I turned scarlet. I could feel the heat on my face. And right behind that was the new rush of lust. I stood there, not wanting to take a step, knowing that the torment of the ben wa balls would begin immediately, but not wanting to just stand there while these two boys looked at me, knowing I was a slut. The ben wa balls won and I hurried home.
I’m sitting her now at the kitchen table. As soon as I got home, I removed the ben wa balls, grabbed the vibrator, turned it on, and masturbated a second time, all the while dreaming that those two boys had found me behind the bush, my shorts and panties down around my knees, my fingers buried in my pussy. In my dream their cocks were out and I was sucking on one cock as another buried itself in my ass. I came in moments, gushing all over the vibrator.
It’s still in, but off right now. I’ll turn it on after lunch. I don’t think I can handle an entire hour of it, but I am going to sit and watch a movie with it on low. It’s just a fact of mind over matter right? I’m strong and I can take anything Master Michael can dish out.
Day
I was right. I can take it. I left it on for the first hour of the movie and even an extra ten minutes! On low. I kept my legs together, my hands on top of a pillow which sat in my lap. I watched Steel Magnolias, an old movie my mom introduced to me. It’s sad and has very little to do with sex, so I was okay through most of the movie. God help me if I had watched a porn tape! (I have some too, but I’m not that crazy!)
I think this is the first time I’ve managed not to masturbate after being vibrated. I’m soaked of course, and to be honest, I WANT to masturbate, but I’m trying hard not to. Having had the vibrator off for the last hour has helped. I just need a cold shower. Of course, I have another hour coming up, don’t I? Maybe I will try the bullets instead.
Day
It’s been almost thirty six hours. I replaced the vibrator with the bullets for my hour of torment, which is what I’m now calling the time when I have to endure the vibrations. You would think that I would be getting used to it, but the truth is that the constant sexual stimulation is making me crazy. I’m thinking about sex so much! In any event, it has become evident that I can’t go for two torment hours without masturbating. I was thirty minutes into the second hour with the bullets and I couldn’t stop myself. I spread my legs, twisted on the bed, had my shorts off in seconds followed by my panties. I had one finger buried in my slit, touching the bullets, pushing them in deep and hard, while my other hand rubbed my clit. I closed my eyes and imagined Master Michael whipping me on the clit and nipples, tormenting me. In seconds it was over. I was sticky, wet, tired, and totally limp. Limp as a guy’s cock after sex. But I left them on. I kept the bullets on. Low speed, a soft ongoing rumble that kept me on edge until I turned them off a few minutes ago. A whole hour Master Michael. No punishments tonight!
<Excerpt from Instant Messaging.>
Michaelalexander7575: Evening, Angie. How is our experiment going? Handling the sensations okay?
Angiefun: I think it’s
going pretty good sir. I’ve become a
little more tolerant and used to the feeling of having a toy inside me all the time, and I can actually make it through an entire hour of
vibration with out masturbating as long as I’ve got something else to
concentrate on, like television or something.
Michaelalexander7575: Really.
I’m surprised. I would have
thought that you would have become more sensitive to sexual stimulation, not
inured against it. Hmmm.
Michaelalexander7575: Do you have your journal scanned and ready to
be sent to me?
Angiefun: I’ve already
sent it sir. Should be
there in just a moment.
Michaelalexander7575: Good. Give me a moment to read it.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Well your entries are certainly interesting
reading. So you felt that the punishment
I inflicted on you was light?
Angiefun: Well…
Michaelalexander7575: lol
Angiefun: I suppose so sir. I’m not trying to be naughty, it’s just that
some of the things I’ve done before last night have been much more painful and
much more naughty.
Michaelalexander7575: Yes I know.
I was going light on you because of your day. I realize now that I should have been
harsher. My apologies.
Angiefun: Sir, there is no need to apologize. I still came.
Michaelalexander7575: Having
an orgasm wasn’t the goal, Angie. The
goal of my punishment last night, and of this entire experiment, is to see how
much unrelenting sexual stimulation your body, the female body, can handle.
Angiefun: Yes sir, I understand.
Michaelalexander7575: I’m not sure you do. What toy do you have in you right now?
Angiefun: The vibrator sir.
Michaelalexander7575: I hope
it’s on right now?
Angiefun: No sir.
I had it on an hour or so ago, for an entire hour, so I didn’t think I
needed to have it on for our conversation.
Michaelalexander7575: You are in error. I expect whatever toy you have in you during
our conversation to be operating at full power for the entire duration. Turn it on immediately.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Angiefun: It’s on now sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Legs spread to the sides of the chair?
Angiefun: yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: What are you wearing?
Angiefun: I’m wearing a pair of flip flops, gray gym
shorts, panties, a bra, and a tee shirt sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Good.
But I want you to remove all your clothes except for the panties.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: So you had to wear a maxi pad today?
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Was it soaked?
Angiefun: Yes sir, I soaked it.
Michaelalexander7575: Did it embarrass you?
Angiefun: Not my maxi pad sir. Today was a lot easier because I only had two
classes. It was the walk home that humiliated me.
Michaelalexander7575:
Almost
being caught?
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Maybe we need to risk your exposure a little
more since it seems to excite you.
Angiefun: I’d rather not get arrested sir.
Michaelalexander7575: I’m aware of that. I will not risk you in that manner.
Angiefun: Thank you sir.
Michaelalexander7575: According to your journal, you seem to
becoming used to the presence of the sex toys.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Well, considering the goal of this
experiment, that doesn’t suit our needs.
From now on I want you to have the vibrations on every other hour.
Angiefun: But sir!
Michaelalexander7575: Do you think you can’t handle that? You said you were getting used to it.
Angiefun: Well, yes sir. I am, but every other
hour? I can barely handle having the
vibrations on for an entire hour!
Michaelalexander7575: Angie, this experiment is all about your
responses. I need to know.
Angiefun: I’m sorry sir.
Michaelalexander7575: You will do as I say, won’t you. I need to know what your reactions are,
precisely.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Every other hour.
Michaelalexander7575: That’s right.
Now, I want you to try sleeping with the vibrator on again.
Angiefun: Again?
But sir, I thought I explained to you that it just doesn’t work!
Michaelalexander7575: I know you did. But I want you to try again. A hour and a
half. Keep the vibrator on for ninety
minutes at least. See if you can
sleep.
Angiefun: All right sir, I’ll try again.
Michaelalexander7575: I’m glad.
I appreciate you going through all this for me.
Angiefun: You’re welcome sir.
<End excerpt from Instant Messaging>
Day
It’s getting harder. Handling the sensations I mean. Master Michael kept me sitting at the computer with the vibrator on for over an hour. I masturbated once on the microphone for him near the end. I was a wreck, a pleading animal that needed nothing more than permission to touch herself. Its bed time now and I dread the next hour and a half.
I’m lying in my bed right now. I’m nude except for a pair of purple colored bikini style panties. The cotton of the crotch is stretched and if my legs were spread you would be able to see the round outline of the base of my vibrator. It’s on right now. A slow rolling thrum that is driving me crazy. I’m trying to write while I endure this hour and a half of torment, in an effort to distract myself from the sensations. Despite my last orgasm at the computer, I can feel my body reacting to the stimulation. A glass of water sits on the bedside table and I find myself drinking more and more.
I showered right before my evening conversation with Master Michael, and admittedly it was a gentle respite from the onslaught of sexual stimulation I’ve been experiencing. Now I can’t wait for tomorrow. The almost peaceful ringing of the ben wa balls should be nothing to experience. Except of course, Master Michael had some very specific dress requirements for tomorrow. Knowing what is expected of me, I feel the same feelings of embarrassment I felt today at the bush creeping upon me. I almost wonder if the ben wa balls will be MORE difficult.
Its time to sleep. I’m tired. I’m at least going to try. Turn out the light, clutch my pillow and attempt to sleep. No more sexual thoughts. Good night.
Day
I tried Master Michael. I really did. An hour and a half. I’ve had to masturbate again. I just can’t take it. I can’t sleep like this. I’ve turned them off and it’s only been my promise to you that’s keeping the damned vibrator in me at all. Tomorrow night I sleep with my bullets in. OFF.
Day
I have a
I’m gonna turn it on. I know I don’t have to, but would you believe I want to? Yes. Right now, while I’m eating. I’m going to keep it on until I shower.
It’s on. Can you believe I’m writing in a journal with a buzzing vibrator inside me? I must be a sight to see, or even imagine; some poor fool of a girl, blonde hair a blazing, trying to eat her little whole wheat bagel while inside her, like some mad insect, a buzzing tormenting little stick drives her insane. LOL.
My bagel is done. Now its time to go back to bed. I’m going to take this vibrator and fuck myself silly with it. No. Wait. Not my bed. Right here in the living room. And I’ll crack the shades so if someone looks in and looks straight down they will see me on my back, legs spread, my hand holding the vibrator. Oh God the thought is making me so wet!
Day
Got to class early despite my little adventure this morning. Cracking the blinds was fun and exciting, but I don’t think anyone saw me. At least if they did, they didn’t stop to watch. I would have seen them.
I feel totally exposed though. I’m wearing another skirt, a loose one at least, just as Master Michael requested. Yet the feeling of the chair on my bare bottom is very…distracting. No bra or panties today. The ben wa balls were good this morning. Not as demanding as the vibrator or the bullets. Walking to class this morning was not anywhere as difficult as it was yesterday or Monday. In fact, I made it all the way to class with out going nuts. I’m wet of course. Its tough not to be considering the fact I have two large golf ball size spheres inside me, each with a tiny bell of mercury rolling around inside.
I’m beginning to think my vibrator isn’t enough for me. Oh, not for this experiment, but while laying on the floor this morning, I began to wish that I had something a little bigger. Like a large rubber dildo. Something that would be soft, yet firm. Maybe something I could warm up. Hmmm…maybe I need to go to the toy store today?
Day
Still not having any problems walking around with the ben wa balls. Kat will be so jealous. Our little game of walking the mall, seeing who has to go masturbate first in the women’s rest room is now a sure thing for me. I’ll win. I can tell they’re there, but they aren’t bothering me.
Day
Last class. Walking to class was still not a problem. It’s like the ben wa balls now only provide a minor touch of stimulation, certainly not the same effect as having the bullets or vibrator inside me. They’re quiet, and feel good rolling around inside. After three hours of them inside, I feel sexually liberated, even aroused, but not screaming lustily. Sorry Master Michael, but the results are kinda in. Constant sex toy torment results in a lessening of response.
Day
Lunch time. I made it past my bushes just fine. I’m horny. I want sex right now, but I’m handling it. I’m eating, then I’ll put in the vibrator and endure my first hour of torment. Actually, I’m kind of looking forward to it. I want to orgasm right now. This morning has been a soft sensual foreplay session, even with my clothing selection. Well, my tuna fish and crackers are gone now…so on to the bed room.
Day
Note to self: Don’t masturbate at the BEGINNING of your hour of torment. Sure, it’s an easy way to spend ten minutes, but it doesn’t really lessen the impact of having a vibrator, turned on to the max, rammed up inside you. I tried to read. I tried watching television. I rolled on my bed. I even tried listening to music. Nothing helped. Sexual frustration. I ended up masturbating two more times. I just can’t help it. The vibrations are driving me crazy. While the ben wa balls don’t seem to drive me over the edge, anything that buzzes does. I’ll spend the next hour of torment with my bullets. Hopefully they will be a little less…intrusive.
Day
Okay first of all, I need to say that I just put my bullets in and they’re on. I’m laying on my bed, naked, my thighs together, and I’m writing to keep my thoughts concentrated elsewhere than between my legs, which is where they want to be right now.
Well…I had an interesting afternoon. I’m still not sure if I’m shocked and disgusted, or whether I’m intrigued. I still don’t know what to make of it. But I guess I should explain from the beginning, right?
First of all, I had a brilliant idea. The ben wa balls are for public wear right? So instead of enduring another hour of torment with my bullets or my vibrator, I decided to go out. Don’t worry Master Michael, I wore the outfit you selected for me at the beginning of the day. Of course, that was some of what got me into trouble. The other thing was my idea of getting a large rubber dildo. So in went the ben wa balls and off I went to my toy store.
I go to a place called MegaAdultFunHouse, which is this huge
building in an industrial section of
Of course, it was a yuppie place. All the men inside politely ignored me while staring the whole time. This of course turned me on and I ended up selecting a huge nine inch rubber dildo with a flesh tone and real skin texture. Three inches wide. It’s huge. Oh God, I’m so wet right now. Just the thought of it…damn it I’ll be back in a sec.
Day
Sorry about that. God, I’m tired. I can’t even remember how many orgasms I’ve had in the last three days. This is insane. Where was I? Oh yes…okay I was at the video/toy store and I went up to the counter with that dildo. There was a nice attractive older gentleman there, kind of plain looking, but not in a bad way. He rang up my purchase and handed me the bag. Then he said in a low voice that if I wanted to take my purchase into the arcade, he would make an allowance for me. Now I had never been back there. I looked over at the door leading to it, smiled, and thanked him. I think he realized that I was about to leave and then he said that if I wanted to earn some money, that he had an opportunity for me.
Okay, yes I’m stupid. I heard the word “money” and I nodded eagerly. That’s when I got shocked. He told me that the last stall on the left in the arcade had a glory hole. He told me I could earn twenty dollars a blow job. I guess I didn’t look that shocked because he just continued on as if that was a normal proposal. Then he offered me two hundred bucks an hour if I were willing to perform every Saturday night in the middle of the sales area demonstrating a product, which I then could keep for free!
I think I stammered a “thanks for the offer. I’ll think about it.” Response and left in a hurry.
I know, I know. I shouldn’t have been so stupid. Yet, part of me is thinking about it. A little roped off section of the sales floor. Me naked and masturbating right there in the middle of the room…what an idea! It turns me on. It’s making me want to orgasm again. Imagine trying new toys, one every week…I’m so tired. I can’t take this.
Day
I’m sore. I think I masturbated too much this evening. I even used my new dildo. It’s a sex toy right? I shouldn’t have made myself come that last time, especially knowing I have to get online soon. The bullets are just sitting inside me right now. I think I’ll scan my journal and email it to Master Michael.
<Excerpt from Instant Messaging.>
Michaelalexander7575: Hello Angie. How are you?
Angiefun: I’m very
tired sir. This is really beginning to
get to me.
Michaelalexander7575: Well I can’t think of a better qualified
person to endure it. I really do
appreciate your assistance. Have you
emailed me your journal?
Angiefun: I’ve sent it sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Excellent.
Describe to me your current state of attire as well as your physical
position and condition while I read it.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Angiefun: I’m currently nude sir. I am sitting on my chair at my desk, with my
legs spread to either side. I currently
have my vibrator inside myself and it is on.
Right now I feel exhausted. I’ve
orgasmed more times that I can remember and I’m sore. I can feel it right now. Having the vibrator in me hurts.
Michaelalexander7575: Well, I’m not too concerned. Your journal is very interesting today. You had quite an adventure at the toy store.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Are you seriously considering the man’s
offer?
Angiefun: Not really
sir. I can’t imagine stooping to that
level, despite my fantasies.
Michaelalexander7575: Well, this is certainly a decision that you
must make for your self. But I can say
that there are two things to consider.
Angiefun: And they are sir?
Michaelalexander7575: While
performing on the main sales floor, as you call it, will earn you good money
and a free sex toy, you will be totally exposed, including your face to any man
who has a camera cell phone.
Angiefun: Oh my God!
I hadn’t thought of that!
Michaelalexander7575: Exactly.
However, the gloryhole option could be utilized to earn extra money
without exposing your identity. Do you
enjoy sucking cock, Angie?
Angiefun: To an extent Sir. I’ve only sucked on cocks that I know.
Michaelalexander7575: There
can be a stimulation from acting with a complete
stranger. Still, it is your choice.
Angiefun: So you think I should do it?
Michaelalexander7575: Yes. At least once. Try it
for an hour and see what happens. Lock
yourself in the room, strip naked, keep a little post
it note pad and a pen. Write a “$20” on
a piece of paper and then hold it through the hole. If you get a cock and no money, give it a
kiss and then leave it alone. If you get
the money, you need to suck it until it comes.
Angiefun: Do I have to swallow sir?
Michaelalexander7575: Your choice Angie.
Michaelalexander7575: Just remember no sex with out protection.
Angiefun: yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Now, let’s discuss your journal entries about
the ben wa balls.
It’s become obvious that these balls of yours are no longer serving
their purpose.
Angiefun: I’m still experiencing sexual stimulation
from them, sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Yes, but not extreme stimulation. That’s what we are looking for here. I need to you experience extreme
stimulation. So, starting tomorrow we
retire the ben wa balls. You will wear shorts, panties, and a tee shirt. No bra.
You will wear the bullets to class.
You will turn the bullets up to high for your walks between, to and from
class, but may turn the bullets off during class.
Angiefun: But sir!
The bullets are loud enough that anyone standing next to me will hear
them!
Michaelalexander7575: Good.
Then the added embarrassment will bring your arousal to a higher
state. That’s the point.
Angiefun: Please sir, don’t make me do this.
Michaelalexander7575: You have too.
You agreed.
Angiefun: I realize that sir, but this is going too
far.
Michaelalexander7575: No it isn’t.
It doesn’t violate a single one of your limits. That was our agreement. Now, no more objections. The only choice you have before you is
whether you will be going to your toy store tomorrow. Oh, and by the way, if you do go, you have to
wear the bullets, and keep them on every second you’re in the store.
Angiefun: Sir I don’t think I can do this.
Michaelalexander7575:
You
can and you will. I told you no more
objections. Now I have to punish
you. Get two clothespins,
put them on your nipples.
Angiefun: But sir!
PLEASE!
Michaelalexander7575: Now you need a dozen clothespins. One on each nipple and then
five on each side of your pussy.
Angiefun: Sir…please…
Michaelalexander7575: Thirteen now. Because you need one on
your clit.
Michaelalexander7575: Do
it. And get your mic on.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: And don’t think you’ve gotten out of having
to sleep with your vibe or bullets on. I
want another hour and a half.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Good.
No more arguments. I want to hear
you’re your voice. I like your little
squeals of pain when you clip your nips.
Angiefun: Yes sir, I’m turning on my mic right now.
<End excerpt from Instant Messaging>
Day
I’m so tired. I hurt. I’m sore everywhere. He kept me online over an hour. Tortured. He hot waxed my breasts, made me masturbate for him twice. But he’s right. My limits haven’t been broken yet. I’m going to try to sleep with the vibrator tonight. So tired…
Day
I did it. I didn’t think I could, but I did. I slept with my vibrator on. I had the most incredible dreams. Lots of sexual dreams, and I suspect that I even orgasmed once or twice. At least when I woke up this morning, I was sticky, hot, and very horny. I immediately masturbated which provided some relief.
Right now I am sitting at the table eating breakfast. Honey Nut Cherrios. I like the idea of an unsinkable O. I eat it with bananas.
I’m wearing my denim shorts, a red tank top, panties, a maxi pad (I’m not stupid), and of course my bullets. Both little balls are up inside of me. They’re off right now, but I can feel them. Not as stimulating as the ben wa balls when they’re quiet.
I admit I’m a little concerned about this. I know the effects the bullets have on me. I almost would have preferred the vibrator, except getting to it to turn it off and on would be troublesome. Well, I have to deal with it no matter what. I still can’t believe I slept with my vibrator on!
Day
Master Michael, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I want you to know that. I was late getting to class because I had to stop at a restroom and masturbate. Can you even contemplate that? Being so aroused that you just have to stop what you’re doing and whack off? Does that happen to guys? I don’t even know. I know that this is going to be a difficult day. Thank God my next class is just in the next building over!
Day
That was a quick walk and I survived it. Four and a half minutes with the bullets on. The walk home will be harder. It takes almost twenty from here. Will I make it? Or will I be behind the bush again?
Day
Well the answer to the question is that I made it home. Oh, I needed to masturbate when I was at the bush, but I bit my lip and kept going, promising myself to fall to my knees the moment I got home and let myself cum. Of course, I did the moment I got home. I feel a lot better now. I’ve still got the bullets in me, and my shorts are on. Right now I’m eating lunch. Whole wheat pita, crab salad, and a big glass of cranberry juice.
What I’m really doing is trying to make a decision. Do I go back to my toy store? There are so many things to consider. Master Michael seemed to really want me to try it. But there is the fact that I have to have the bullets in and on for the entire time. I’m worried that I might get a little carried away.
Sucking a stranger. It sounds daring and provocative. It sounds dangerous. It sounds fun.
I need to go shower.
Day
I need to go shower. Again. I’m gross. I’m sticky all over my face and chest. My hair has cum in it. My shorts and shirt are ruined. They’ll probably stain. There is cum all over them. But I need to write first. I have to write this down while it’s still fresh. I’m sitting here in my car outside the toy store. I was in there for an hour and a half, in that back room with the hole. I was in there all of a minute before there was a cock sticking out through the hole. I did what you said sir. I wrote twenty on the paper and gave the cock a little rub and wrapped the paper around it. The cock left and a twenty dollar bill came through. I took it and the cock was back. I forgot to take off my shirt, though I admit I remembered to turn on my bullets. I took that cock in my hand and then my mouth and I felt my orgasm coming. Just the thought of squatting like that, sucking on someone I couldn’t even see or know was incredible. I came in seconds, without even touching myself. The cock I was sucking on didn’t last either. He popped quick and caught me right in the face. It dripped every where.
I took off my shirt when the cock disappeared. It took maybe two minutes before a new hard cock was in the hole. I passed another twenty note, which got sent back with a bill. Ten minutes. Forty dollars. Two orgasms. And on it went. I ended up kneeling on my shirt while I sucked. The only reason I stopped is I got tired. My mouth ached. I’ve got three hundred and forty dollars.
That was the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe I did it. Going home now. Got to shower. I can’t believe I did that.
Day
I’m about to start another hour of torment. I’ve decided to use the vibrator instead of the bullets. I need something long and hard inside me. I will try to hold off masturbating as long as possible, but I think my memories of this afternoon will dictate the timing. Turning it on now.
<Excerpt from Instant Messaging.>
Michaelalexander7575: Hello Angie. You’re on a little late tonight. It’s already
Angiefun: No sir I’m
not okay. I can’t take another day of
this. Not even this night. I’m sore, I’m tired, and I’ve orgasmed so
many times that it hurts to think about it.
Michaelalexander7575: Did you wear your bullets instead of the ben wa balls today?
Angiefun: Yes sir I
did. It made a dramatic difference. I’m so sensitive right now that I’m having to keep the vibrator on low just to keep from
screaming.
Michaelalexander7575: Really?
Your body is that sensitized?
Angiefun: Yes sir. I’m going crazy right now. The slightest touch sends me over the
edge. My clit is swollen and poking out
constantly. Even wearing panties seems
to hurt or irritate me.
Michaelalexander7575: Well, these are certainly interesting
descriptions. I presume you’ve emailed
your journal to me?
Angiefun: Yes sir, I did.
Michaelalexander7575: Excellent.
I will read it right now. Since
you just mentioned the vibrator, I presume you are sitting appropriately and
are nude?
Angiefun: Yes sir I
am. Through great
force of will sir.
Michaelalexander7575: I
appreciate that. I’m impressed with your
courage and willpower. Let me read your
journal now.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Angiefun: I hope you find it satisfactory sir.
Michaelalexander7575: So you
chose to be a slut today. My goodness,
what an adventure you had! You even managed to sleep with the vibrator on! I’m terribly proud of you right now. I presume you masturbated during your “last
hour of torment”?
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: Have you used your new dildo?
Angiefun: Yes sir, I have. Yesterday.
Michaelalexander7575: Did you
enjoy your experience at the toy shop?
Angiefun: Yes sir, kinda.
Michaelalexander7575: Kinda?
Explain.
Angiefun: It was an intense sexual experience, having
those guys just shove their cocks at me.
And with the bullets, I was the one cumming. But I was so embarrassed, walking in and
especially walking out. I was dripping
with cum. It was all over me. I looked like one of those porn stars your
see on video, or one of those characters in one of your stories.
Michaelalexander7575: LOL.
You never know when you might end up in one of my stories, Angie.
Angiefun: God, I hope not sir. I would die from the humiliation.
Michaelalexander7575: Now why do you say you can no longer continue? Technically the four days are not up until
tomorrow at
Angiefun: Because my body hurts now sir. It’s painful to masturbate this much. I can’t take it.
Michaelalexander7575: Well, you have to at least go tonight. All the way through till
tomorrow morning. No
exceptions. You promised me four days
and you will deliver. Tonight I want you
to try to sleep with either your vibrator or bullets on and inside you.
Angiefun: Please please please please please sir…please don’t make me wear them tonight.
Michaelalexander7575: Argue with me more and you’ll be punished.
Angiefun: Sir…please understand
my concern.
Michaelalexander7575: Oh I understand. Far to well. You are bailing on me.
Angiefun: No sir, I’m not, I’m just trying to help you
understand what I’m going through.
Michaelalexander7575: You’re pleas will not work with me young
lady, and if I hear one more of them you will be punished right now, on that
swollen clit of yours.
Michaelalexander7575:
I
will take your silence for acquiescence.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
I will wear my vibrator tonight.
Michaelalexander7575: Good.
I expect at least one more journal entry tomorrow morning.
Angiefun: Yes sir.
Michaelalexander7575: And Angie, I’m very proud of you. I’ve never heard of anyone managing to last
four complete days stuffed with sex toys.
And you haven’t just been stuffed, they’ve been
active inside you so much of the time.
You’ve done fantastic. And
because you’ve done fantastic, I want to make you to really think hard about
trying to last one more day.
Angiefun: Sir, there is no way I’m going another day.
Michaelalexander7575: Yes I realize you have said that, however I
want you to think about what kind of person you are. Think about the things you crave. I know you and I know that deep down you want
these things to happen to you.
Angiefun: I’ll think about it sir. I’ll let you know tomorrow morning.
<End excerpt from Instant Messaging>
Day
I’ve come again. Sitting there, obscenely spread by this online dom. Can you imagine what its like, trying to type and talk and chat and think when you’ve got a vibrator rammed up inside you?
I will make a decision tomorrow, based upon how I feel in the morning. Right now, I’m tired and sore. And one last time, the vibrator is going on…good night.
Day
I managed it. I had to masturbate once, which was painful yet oddly satisfying. And of course I woke up hornier that a mad longhorn steer playing a trombone. That of course required me to masturbate. Except this morning I used my new dildo. Oh wow. That was so much better. I’m going to keep the dildo inside me during my “down” times today. Soft, yet firm, filling in a totally different way.
Oh. I guess that kinda decides it, doesn’t it?
I’ll email Master Michael and let him know I accept.
<Email from Master Michael to Angie>
From: michaelalexander7575@yahoo.com
Date:
RE: Your experiment
Dear Angie,
I’m fully aware that you plan on continuing the experiment through today. How do I know this? It is because I know your character so thoroughly. We have known each other for two years, my dear girl. You’ve been a part of my life. I’ve enjoyed your company, your complaints, and certainly your squeals, moans, cries, and gasps over the years.
I know you will continue because of your very nature. I know you to be a true sexual masochist, or in the terms of laymen, a pain slut. I know you crave the sexual epiphanies that come with discomfort and pain at the moment of climax. I know you enjoy being embarrassed, humiliated. I know you like nothing more than to tied, bound, whipped, stroked, tormented, and then allowed to orgasm. I know these things about you.
Even now, while you’re reading this, I’m willing to bet you are sitting at your computer naked, the vibrator inside you buzzing away. I would bet that if I told you too, you would have your nipples clamped in a heart beat. I know you would insert ice cubes into your body for me. I know these things about you.
If it were up to me, I would force you to keep a sex toy inside yourself for good: a permanent reward for a true pain slut. It would remind you of your place in my life, of your own needs and desires. It would remind you of what you want, and bring those satisfactions you crave.
Today, in class, the bullets need to stay on. On low if necessary, but I want them on. Your purpose is not to be the test of my experiment, but to suffer the sexual torment I want to inflict upon your body. If I could, I would have you go naked. Today, the bullets, or the vibrator stay on the entire time. I don’t care what you have to do to survive it, but they stay on.
I will know if you violate my orders. I will know because you can not lie to me. And if you do violate my orders, your punishment will be swift and painful, and will not satisfy you.
I will speak with you tonight at our regular time
Michael
<End Email from Master Michael to Angie>
<Email from Angie to Master Michael>
To: michaelalexander7575@yahoo.com
From: Angiefun@yahoo.com
Date:
Re: Your experiment
As you wish sir.
<End Email from Angie to Master Michael>
Day
I’m sort of dreading this day, and welcoming it as well. An entire day with the bullets or my vibrator on. I’m trying to decide which to wear. The vibrator I could wear with a skirt. Oh. Master Michael said I had to wear the bullets didn’t he? Damn. All right I guess I’ll wear the bullets. I need to get dressed. My mini skirt, my halter top and nothing else. First class is at nine.
Day
I’m desperate. I can barely hold my pen. I can hear them right now, buzzing. No one’s asked me yet what that noise is, but I know they can hear it. I can hear it. I can feel it. I’m so bothered. I need to fuck right now. I can’t. Its class right now. Walking to school was so hard! The buzzing didn’t stop when I got to class, I just turned it down. Can I rub my clit under my desk? Would anyone notice? My other hand is down there now, pressing on my clit. I’m so sore. I’m swollen. The controller is tucked into my waist band right up front. Anyone seeing it can probably figure out what it is. I can’t believe I’m doing this. It would be so easy to slip a finger into myself. I want to. I have to. Oh god yes. Quiet. Bite my lip anything so I don’t slip up and let everyone know. Oh yes that’s it its perfect…
Thank God no one is sitting next to me. I just came right here in my seat while the prof drones on. I don’t even know what he’s talking about. All I know is that my pussy is burning. I need it. I’m soaked. I can feel my juices running down my leg. My skirt is wet under me.
Class is almost over. I can survive just a little longer. Than I can cum again.
Almost there.
Day
I feel like I’m about to hyperventilate. My thighs are quivering constantly. The muscles of my pussy are constantly contracting and relaxing, over and over, squeezing the bullets. I’m leaking. Copious amounts of fluids seem to be pouring out of me. I can feel my wet thighs.
There is a longing, like a dehydrated man dying of thirst. A desperate need that I can’t explain. Its right inside me, being…poked and prodded and tormented on and on by the bullets. I want nothing more than to be lifted, spread, and plugged, deep. Now. I can barely hide it from the class. The boy next to me knows. Suspects. He looks at me strangely.
So thirsty. I want a soda. Vending machine out in the hall. After class, if I can make it that long. My body needs sugar. If my finger touches my clit I have to scream so I can’t touch. Can’t touch Can’t touch.
Please hurry. I need this class to be over now.
Day
I missed my last class. I couldn’t go to it. I was in the bathroom. Exploding and exploding over and over. I’m so tired. I ache and I hurt everywhere. I drank two sodas. The whole bottle on each one. I think I’ll just go home. Will I make it?
Day
I’m home. I’ve already masturbated once again. I’ll take a shower. I need a break. I can’t take this. I’m so sensitive and sore that touching myself hurts, yet the bullets and vibrator don’t hurt…they just drive me to touch myself. I feel like I’m in some sort of hellish cycle of pain and ecstasy.
Can you even understand?
Day
I took an hour and a half bath. I’m better now. The ben wa balls did very little to stimulate me during my time. I barely felt them. Even now as I sit here at my desk writing, I wonder which I should put in, the bullets or the vibrator. I will go with the vibrator now.
There, it’s in. Feels so different from the bullets. Large and long and driving up into me. Like a granite rod rammed deep. Impaled by Vlad. Buzzing away like a busy busy bee inside of me. Can you imagine what its like? Being impaled? There is no way for a man to understand this. No way to understand what you’ve done to me. I need it now, all the time.
I’ve decided what to do. I need help. I can’t face this alone. I’m going to call Kat and beg her to come over.
I told her everything. She’s coming. Thank God. If I can only hold on.
Day
Hello, this is Kat. I thought I needed to explain what is going on and why the handwriting changed in Angie’s journal. I’ve read the whole thing. I’m a little amazed my darling girl agreed to this, but then she has always been a glutton for punishment. When I got here I found her sitting on the couch, half naked, ramming her little vibrator in and out, eyes closed, not even caring that the slant on the blinds was open enough that anyone walking by could see her. I let her finish while I read her journal and then I took things in hand.
First of all, she is currently lying down in her room, on the bed. She still has the vibrator inside of her, however a set of ankle cuffs and two leather belts around her knees and upper thighs are keeping it nicely in place. Her wrists are bound together and I tied them to the bed frame above her head. She’s been like this almost two hours.
I’ve tied up Angie before. She has always been supple and perfect for long tortures. I admit never having conceived of such a cruel activity for her to participate in though, and I blame myself for her getting into this. We’ve had a parting of the ways since we got to university, and perhaps if I had kept her under my thumb, the way I did in high school, she would never have sought out another person to torment her.
She is currently moaning into her ball gag. Tears are running down her face and her entire body is writhing. Its actually fun to watch. If she weren’t so paranoid about cameras, I’d be snapping pictures and setting up a video camera. Now, I’m fully aware of her upcoming meeting with Michael.
I will put Angie’s headphones on and just let her speak. Of course, I’ll have to take the gag out. I haven’t wanted to listen to her beg these last few hours. I know she wants the vibration to stop. But considering what she agreed too, there is no way I’ll allow it. As a domme I know what is required of our subs.
Day
She looks incredible right now. I’ve oiled her, so her body glistens and shines. She is just laying there, twitching, as little nervous shocks are sent from one end of her body to the other. She relaxed somewhat at one point and I asked her if she had orgasmed. She indicated positively, so I am pleased. The rub was a reward.
I’m hoping that Michael allows me to continue playing with her after their conversation as long as I keep either the vibrator or the bullets inside her. I’m having an idea that is bursting to come out. It’s been a long time since I took Angie, and she is so beautiful.
<Begin transcript excerpt from online audio conversation>
Michael:
Well, well Angie. I can hear you
moaning. Was it so difficult to endure,
dear heart? Did you really have to call
Katherine over to assist you? I’m
disappointed in your willpower, but I appreciate you arranging the meeting
between your Kat and myself. We’ve had
quite a conversation. She also took care
of scanning and emailing your journal to me.
Angie moans and makes a muffled noise due
to the gag.
Michael laughs out loud.
Michael:
That is a pleasing sound to me, however I need to hear your voice. Katherine?
If you would please remove Angie’s gag. I would like to hear her beg for release.
Kat laughs.
Kat:
Certainly Michael.
Angie:
Oh God! Please please please stop.
I can’t take it. Please…(interspersed sobbing).
Please stop.
Michael:
Angie, as much as I would like to make it stop, you did agree to
this. All the way till tomorrow
morning. Katherine has already advised
me of her desires to see you through till
Angie:
Please sir, don’t make me. I keep
coming but I’m so tired! I can’t take
this. It’s like a water torture, or
constantly being poked. I hurt. It burns
in places I can’t even describe!
Michael laughs.
Michael:
Katherine, why don’t you reinsert Angie’s gag. I’m finished listening to her pleas. I would punish her, but your description of what
you intend to do to her after our conversation more than suffices.
Katherine: I’m glad you approve,
Michael.
<End Audio Transcript>
Day
I have survived. It’s been a complete five days and I’ve made it. I ache all over. Last night, Kat punished me. She left the headphones and mic on, so that Master Michael could hear. She loosened the belts around my legs, unclipped my ankle cuffs, and then spread my legs wide to the corners of the bed. The vibrator slipped out, but she was totally prepared, inserting my bullets in record time. She didn’t bother with the low setting either.
I have to tell you that the four or so hours I spent bound like that were hellish. The constant arousal, Kat touching me, rubbing me with the oil, it was like fire all over my body. Inside it as well.
Master Michael was particularly pleased with my screams
through the gag when Kat whipped me. She
had brought one with her, unbeknown to me, a thick leather multi strand cat of
nine tails. It walloped loudly against
my breasts as she struck. But it was
when she removed my gag and straddled my face, forcing me to lick and suck on
her, that her normal cruelty came out.
As I licked her, my body burning in pain and desire, she whipped my
pussy. Hard. And she didn’t stop till after she came, and
after I came. Even now, my pussy stings
and is sore to the touch from that whipping, with the bullets inside me.
But I did manage to sleep after that, and with the bullets going inside me. She kept me tied up all night, only to wake me with her tongue on my swollen clit, a finger in my bottom, and the buzzing of the bullets. I came in seconds.
I survived this experiment, Master Michael. You now know exactly what happens to a girl when stimulated for so long. It is my prerogative to remove any sex toys and not have anything inside me again, for as long as I want.
But I want you to know that as I’m sitting here, naked, with Kat across from me at the table, there is a long cylindrical object, purple in color, tapered at the point, containing a motor and two AA batteries, that is buzzing away on high, and right now it’s buried inside of me. I know it won’t be coming out for awhile. And that’s the way I want it.
The End
Author’s Note:
This story has been long in
the writing for a variety of reasons.
First of all, let me personally thank Breanne Erickson. Not only did she serve as my editor for this
piece, but she also willing submitted to a two day “experiment” over one of her
weekends. Her insights and descriptions
were invaluable.
That said,
I have to assure my readers that all of the above journal entries are
fictitious, as are the emails and audio transcript. My decision to include Angie and Katherine as
my characters should be obvious, since they have been well introduced in prior works. I hope you enjoyed “Angie’s Experiment”.
Yours faithfully,
Michael Alexander
Michaelalexander7575@yahoo.com
Breanne Erickson
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