The 25 Orgasm Week - Six through Eight - BDSM - Xposted | 2016

This is the second part of a story about my sub Cynthia, who gave herself a task to give me 20 orgasms before she had one, with a reward if she could get them all in before the end of the week. Neither one of us had any idea how sexually tiring this would be and too what lengths she would have to go to finish on time.

Part one can be found here : http://www.reddit.com/r/ReaderAnonErotica/

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Part 2 – Six through Eight

* Tuesday – 4 of 20 assigned orgasms down (+1 before the task started)

Orgasm 6

Cynthia was an early riser and I was not. She tended to set her classes early and I tended to not. Her alarm woke me enough that I stumbled into the bathroom to relieve myself.

Cynthia slept “tied” to the bed with a padlock on her ankle cuff. While we both thought it would be more fun to actually chain her to the bed . . . reality like “What if there is a fire” and “I don't want to have to untie you when you pee at 4 am” kept us from doing so. She undid the combination lock and started getting ready for class. I promptly fell back asleep.

Weight on top of me. Hand on my cock. Mouth on my cock. I didn't try to wake up. I hate mornings. I'd rather sleep than get a blow job. I was too tired to kick her off though and thought that I wouldn't mind having my cock sucked as I drifted back to sleep.

The mouth moved, “Master,” she said. “Wake up master.”

I grumbled something and she went back to sucking. I was getting hard in her mouth.

“Master,” she said, pausing, “You aren't allowed to deny me if I want to get you off.”

Her mouth was back on my cock, her hand pumping me lightly. “I think,” I said groggily, “I do recall that I have the power to determine how rules are acted out and I definitely don't think that I can deny you in horrible circumstances like being sleepy.”

Her mouth didn't stop, her hand didn't stop. I couldn't deny it felt good or that I was starting to wake up enough to be seriously considering letting her finish me off.

She took her mouth away but kept stroking me. “Master,” she said, her voice coy, “what I had really wanted was for you to cum in my ass and send me plugged to class, so I could have your semen inside me all day long, thinking about what a fucking little whore I am. Your whore. Your slut.”

She knew me so well. My cock grew to a painfully hard state.

“But,” she continued, “I want you to rest and sleep. So I thought what I had you finish on my chest, so I could wear you on my skin all day.”

That did it. I loved the idea of her being out, marked as my whore, a secret whore that only I knew about.

I groaned and sat up a bit, moving to an easier position for her and she went back at it. Sucking and stroking me and as I got near orgasm, we moved so that she was on her back and I was kneeling above her as she stroked and stroked me until I spurted all across her chest. I watched my semen land on her white breasts, mostly on the one closest to me.

“Rub it in,” I said and she did, with her fingers she slid the semen around on her breasts. “Clean your fingers.”

She gave me a “really master, come on” look but knew not to argue. She sucked each finger clean as I lay back down.

She was in a skirt already, but she finish dressing. I watched her slide her bra onto her slimey breasts, then her shirt. She checked in the mirror to clean off any patches that showed with a wet nap.

“Good,” she said to herself. “I hope master likes knowing that I am out their proudly marked as his dirty little cum dump.”

I grinned and tried to go back to sleep.

It failed. I was awake. I got up after she left and had breakfast like a zombie in front of the tv. I had no class Tuesday and my work was freelance and mostly on the weekends. I played some video games. I checked on Cynthia's blog. She chronicled about her experiences and was required to post once every other day with a bit about what was going on in our lives sexually. She really liked it and more than once used it as a way to give me information.

She had posted something while in class:

* I have a new task with Master. I know that he would like me to be more aggressive at times sexually. It must be hard for Master to always be having to determine how, where and what kinky items we do during sex. I know just trying to set up one naughty session makes me feel like I am fucking things up.

Master has also not been denying me many orgasms lately. I guess I am lucky that Master enjoys getting me off so much. But Master needs to remember that I enjoy being denied, that it reminds me of the control he has over my body.

So awhile ago I had put a task in the box. I have to give 20 orgasms to master before I can orgasm once. If I do it within 7 days, I get to have 3 days of as many orgasms as I want. I figure its only 3 or so orgasms per day and I was able to get 4 in yesterday and 1 this morning. This should be easy.

I think master is pleased with my taking initiative and if he chooses to take any pictures I will share them.

(She then went on to rehash what sexual things she had done to get me off the day before) *

I nodded reading it. I knew it was her task, but now I knew why she assigned it. I made a mental note to deny her more often, she was right that I was being lax about that particular kink of hers.

On a whim I shopped chastity belts for awhile but they were expensive. I started looking at constructing my own.

Now you people may laugh, but in the day EVERYONE in the US used AIM to chat. FB was around, but you couldn't chat yet and I don't even know if it was used on my campus yet.

Cynthia, on her dirty aim name, messaged me with a website. I looked at it. It was a bondage website that we used occasionally for different things. One of them, was its camming feature. The site is still around and still has this feature, but its barely used now.

The website had a free cam section for members. The cams were all done BY the members and free to watch. I occasionally had Cynthia put on shows or beat her on cam.

I clicked the link and after a moment loaded into a cam show, a few other users were in the room. It was her sitting, wearing a small domino mask, in the library on campus. I recognized the area. It was a back room that we had . . . used . . . a few times. The shelves were set up in a way that you could be deep in the room, in the middle of having sex, hear the door open and have time to stop, dress and look nonchalant by the time someone showed up.

I messaged her back a simple: ?

Orgasm 7

She whispered into her cam. “Hi everyone and hello to Master who is in the room with us.” She leaned back in the chair and lowered the cam, she pulled her shirt up and around her neck to show her bra. She undid the bra and put it in her bag.

“Master came all over my tits this morning,” she said, “I've been walking around campus all day like a dirty little whore, of course no one knows that Master's cum is on me. It's my secret and its gotten me hot.”

She started to rub her breasts. More people were entering the room and of course, a number of the guys were typing in disgusting comments and requests.

“Master,” she said, moving back in the chair, lowering the camera and lifting her feet up onto the table, “I forgot to wear panties!” She used something of a little girl voice, which I didn't like, but I did like the view. Her cute pussy and asshole, shaved.

I typed into the chat box, “What are you up to slave?”

“Master,” she said, “I want you to get off watching me. I'd like you to masturbate.” Her fingers came onto the camera and started to rub her clit. Another hand slid in and slid a finger into her pussy, before moving down and sliding into her asshole. More people were joining the chat room, many more were commenting things and she started to respond.

“Yes,” she said, “I am in public, in a library, I might get caught. Yes, the idea turns me on, can't you see how wet I am?”

“No, I have a Master, I'm wearing his cum on my tits right now. Yes all morning. I gave him a blow job and jacked him onto my tits. Yes he is lucky, but so am I. I am so lucky that he allowed me the pleasure of touching and sucking his cock and the joy of having his cum on my tits like a whore. He made me taste it to and while I don't like the taste, I know that as a cum sucking slut that I should feel happy that he allows me the honor.”

I was hard by then of course. I started to stroke.

She was masturbating seriously. I knew the difference between her idly playing and her trying to get off. I made her masturbate to the edge of orgasm and denied her often (though I had been lax) and could tell she was going for gold.

“I wouldn't say I love anal,” she said, “it feels ok enough, but its also sort of gross. Master loves it though. Master loves when I finger my own ass. Knowing master likes it. Knowing that it makes me a fucking dirty slut to have a finger in my ass just to please a man . .. that gets me really hot.”

She was moaning slightly in between her comments.

“No I won't cum,” she said, “I'm not allowed too. I'm going to get close and hold myself their for Master. He will enjoy cumming knowing I am right on the edge and denying myself.”

“Master,” she asked, “Do you have any orders for me? Or do you want me to do any of the things these people are begging of me?”

I was pumping at my cock and used my left hand to scroll for a bit. Most of the suggestions seemed stupid, someone wanted her to strip nude and take a run through the public area of the library. And a few were a bit too extreme, someone wanted her to piss on cam . . . on the chair.

I saw one that I liked. I typed into the chat the name of the person whose comment I liked and highlighted it.

“Master wants me to follow . . . .” she said, she made a ragged gasp of arousal. Reading it had almost pushed her over the edge. “If I liked wearing master's cum so much like a filthy cum slut . . . then I should like wearing my own was well. I'm allowed to wash the finger in my ass, but I can't wash the other hand all day and have to . . . . smear my hand around my face when I am done so that I smell it for the rest of the day. Smell what a whore I am.”

She shuddered and said, “Master, I have two more classes, what if someone sits near me?”

“Then they will know that you are a whore,” I typed back and saw her shudder.

“Master, please have you cum yet,” she said, “I am really close and I hear talking near the door.”

I typed in, “tell me how you feel about your little assignment?”

“I'm a bit pissed at you because I think it might violate the rules about me getting caught,” she said moaning repeatedly through it. “But shit its really hot too Master. If someone smelled it, they will know I masturbated or had sex and will think . . .”

She didn't pause. But I came hard then, barely getting a kleenex in time to catch it.

“that I am some sort of slut . . . but it is college,” she continued. “Master can you hurry up please, I think someone is going to come in soon.”

I was typing back that I had finished when I heard it over her microphone. The sound of a door, of many people talking, of her gasping loudly . . . in shock? And then the screen went black.

I waited a moment to see if she would reappear and then texted her on my phone. “Everything ok?”

A few minutes later. “Master, I wasn't caught, but when they came in it pushed me over the edge and I came. I am a bad bad slut. I have failed you and will report for punishment when I get home.”

I chuckled. She took this so seriously. I sent back, “When you get in, follow normal routine and then get punishment box out, bring it to me and wait like a dog.”

Cynthia took failing very seriously and we both knew what the punishment was for failing this task. It was up to 22 orgasms and we were going to pull a punishment from the punishment box.

Orgasm 8

She came in all flustered. Stripped as soon as the door was shut, went into the bedroom and came out with her ankle cuff on and the punishment box. She brought it to me, I was on the couch, put it on the coffee table and then got onto her hands and knees and waited.

I let her wait a bit then stood and made loud sniffing sounds.

“You stink of semen and sluttyness,” I said loudly and she made a low moan. “Explain yourself and how you failed me.” I'm not a harsh guy really, a sadist sure, but I am not a dick. Cynthia though . . . Cynthia needed it. When she felt she should be punished, she didn't want naughty sweet punishments. She wanted to feel punished.

“Master,” she said, sounding upset, “I was keeping myself so close to orgasm and what you were saying and making me say was so hot and then those people came in and I just felt so exposed and humiliated and like such a slut . . . that I came.”

“Your such a pathetic whore that you can't keep from orgasm even when it might get you caught,” I said, feeling myself getting hard.

“Yes Master,” she said, her face down.

“Are you looking forward to your punishment?” I asked.

“No Master,” she said and I swung hard, hitting her on the ass hard enough to bruise. I was rock hard after that and started to strip.

“Liar,” I said. “You have yet to have a punishment from this box, even the ones that violated your own limits, without you having an orgasm or nearly having one.”

I reached to her pussy. It was soaking wet. “Your wet whore,” I said and then knelt and shoved my cock in her.

It wasn't a romantic fuck. It was savage. I grabbed her by the hips, thrust as hard and fast as I could as she yelled out in surprise and before I was done let out a small sob. It was one of relief, of pressure expelled. I came inside her, holding myself as deeply and as tightly as I could. It felt amazing. Long sex is great, but a hard savage fuck. One so fast and hard that it is mostly only for my pleasure . . . its powerful as a dom. It makes a statement. The sub is owned, a thing to be used.

When I finished, I pulled out and ordered her to turn and clean me with her mouth. She did without hesitation even though I knew that this was one of her most hated tasks. She'd rather me pee in her face that lick my cock clean after sex. I saw tears on her cheeks. When she was done I kissed her forehead and wiped the tears away. I pulled her into a hug and we cuddled.

“Your a good girl,” I said. “You did very good accepting that and taking it. And I know that you will proudly take your real punishment as well.” She nodded, sniffed and after a few minutes we were both ready.

“Now,” I said, “Time to see what your punishment is.”