The 25 Orgasm Week - Nine through twelve - BDSM | 2016

This is the third part of a story about my sub Cynthia, who gave herself a task to give me 20 orgasms before she was allowed to have one, with a reward if she could get them all in before the end of the week. By this point she had failed once, adding two more orgasms to the total. 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.

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Part 3 – Nine through

* Tuesday – 7 of 22 assigned orgasms down (+1 before the task started)

Orgasm 9

I reached into the punishment box and pulled a scram of paper. I read it once and then read it out loud.

Fun with Hot Wax. Slave will get hot wax poured onto her body for 20 minutes. During which time Master should ensure that breasts, pussy and asshole get splashed.

Cynthia only grunted. She rather enjoyed hot wax on her body and breasts. She could stand, but did not enjoy it on her pussy and asshole.

“Do you have work that needs to get done before we play?” I asked and she did. Homework came first.

A few hours passed while she worked on her classwork. I was glad, I needed to recoup my energy. Five orgasms the day before and three already today. I guessed she'd want me to cum again tonight.

We had dinner. I made it. An ordered pizza and afterward we took a shower together. Both of our minds were on the punishment and besides some light touching, neither of us made a move to get me off.

When we finished I put down the tarp on the bed. A big camping tarp, the kind you put under a tent. We used it for play that would get messy.

“Do you want to be restrained for this?” I asked. It was pointless though, I could tell from her body language that she had entered full slave mode mentally.

“Master can do whatever he would like,” she said.

I tied her face down on the bed. Her wrists pulled over her head and her legs tied spread. I got out a few candles of different colors and let a few to get them started, putting them in candles sticks. I took one, applied lube to it and said, “Hold this one for me” and slid it into her ass. It dripped wax mostly harmlessly onto the bed cover, but we both knew from experience that if she moved too much, it could loose a line of hot liquid that would run down and against her asshole.

I started on her back. A splash here a splash there. I alternated colors, height (to change the heat) and the amount splashed. She moaned and winced during it, but it was mostly a happy masochistic noise.

I untied her feet and carefully pushed her to an “ass up, face down” position that exposed her asshole quite well to me. Now the candle was much closer to being vertical in her asshole and had burned down a good bit. I flicked. I splashed more wax onto her ass cheeks and watched as the candle in her asshole stopped dripping and began to build a reservoir of hot wax. I spanked her hard then and the movement caused the liquid to splash, much of it running down the candle and against her spread anus. She cried out, shaking more loose and managed to hold still. I figured it was enough. I slid the candle carefully out of her. I took pictures of the aftermath.

I untied her again and onto her back. Again, hands over her head, legs spread. My cock was hard and I moved so that I was kneeling against her face, slid my cock into her mouth and began to drip the wax onto her breasts. Different colors, different splashes. She winced but knew that if she bit my cock she would have hell to pay. I took pictures of this. Her mouth on my cock with the splashed colors of was on her neck and chest.

I was feeling horny and quite evil by this point. “I have a deal for you,” I said, her mouth working my cock as much as she could at the angle. “I will leave you like this and sit on your face, ass first, and drip wax onto your pussy from here. It shouldn't hurt much. Or I can not sit on your face and pull your legs back with rope and get in nice and close with the candles.”

I pulled my cock from her mouth. “Master,” she said, “If I must choose, I'd prefer to lick your asshole and not have you burn my pussy.”

I moved around and sat on her face. Her tongue began to lap at me and I made good on my word. From here it was hard to really “aim” at her pussy and I mostly dumped wax onto her mons, some of it running down onto her labia and clit of course.

The view was exquisite. Her body below me, ravaged in wax. The feeling of her tongue on my asshole was erotic and made me feel powerful. I knew that she didn't “like” the act, but felt humbled by it.

I started to stroke myself and before too long, sprayed myself across the wax blobs and marks on her body.

When I finished, I left her there, covered in wax, my cum on top of it. “Think about what you did,” I said. “Also, think about how you feel now, after your punishment, after licking my asshole, with my cum drying on you.”

I untied her after about 20 minutes. We were both tired and fell asleep without another orgasm on my part.

*Wednesday – 8 of 22 orgasms down (+1 from before the task)

Orgasm 10

Cynthia spent Wednesday's at her own place as her sister often stayed the night with her on Weds. She was too rushed, packing up stuff to take home, to give me a morning BJ and left for class. I woke up later and went to class myself.

We met for lunch and just chit chatted. I teased her that since we wouldn't see each other that night she was going to fall behind on her orgasms for the week.

She shrugged and said “Unless Master wants to meet me in the library after his next class?” She had whispered the word Master but I still looked around nervously.

“Why,” I said, “What did you have in mind?”

She looked around and reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of lipstick. It wasn't though. It was a small vibe I had bought her awhile back. She gave me a wink and asked for permission to use the restroom. It was a rule. I agreed and she walked off with the little vibe.

She came back a few minutes later. “Master,” she said quietly. “I thought we could have a scavenger hunt. I just put that somewhere on . . . well specifically, in, my body. If you meet me in the library, you can see where I put it and where I had it the whole time I was waiting for you.”

“Is it on?” I asked.

She nodded. “The lowest setting.” She shivered and smiled. “I am going to have fun studying while I wait for you.”

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After class I hurried to the library and went to our spot. There were other people in the room. I found Cynthia in our spot, hidden from everything. She was studying and said hello.

I pointed in the direction of the others. “Well that sort of makes things difficult,” I said.

She put a finger to her lips and made a shhh noise. She reached down and quietly unzipped my pants, slid her hands in, undid the button on my boxers and started to rub my cock.

I looked around nervously. No one could see us and the students in this area seemed to be studying when I had passed them. But this was pretty brazen for us.

She got on her knees and started to suck and stroke me. It felt great of course, but I was too nervous to get fully erect. After trying for a few minutes she gave me a look, scrunched her face up in thought and stood up high enough to whisper in my ear. “You haven't found the toy yet, I think you should, turn it onto high and then put it against my clit and force me to cum if I can't get you off in time. Force me to accept punishment if I can't make you cum.”

The idea got me hard. She turned and dropped her shorts and I saw that the vibe was wedged against her panties against her clit and could hear it thrumming softly. I pulled per panties back, could smell her wetness from over an hour of the vibe on low against her, turned it to its highest setting making a buzz loud enough that I became nervous people would hear. I wedged it in tight and pulled her panties tight. The toy was held firm against her clit and I knew that eventually she would cum.

She was at the mercy of my cock and that got me so very hard. She moved quickly, not wanting to lose momentum and started to stroke me hard, licking the tip of my cock. She started to say, quietly, but loud enough that I realized someone potentially might here, “Please cum master, please don't make me cum and be punished again, I'm just a dirty little slut and I can't help myself.” That sort of thing, like a mantra. Tongue reaching out to lick, then a dirty something. Tongue out to lick, dirty words.

I got close and said so, quietly and she stuck her mouth on my cock as I came. Swallowing every drop down before reaching into her pants and pulling the vibe out and turning it off.

“Phew,” she said and I just nodded, recovering. “Who knew you'd be so easy to get off in public like this,” she said, “I think that was the easiest hand job I ever gave you.” Normally I am difficult to get off manually.

I smirked and said, “hush now or I will tell all the people in here what a great hand job you give as I leave.

We parted ways soon after and I went home. Wednesday night was a guys night since Cynthia normally did a family or girls night thing. I had the guys over for some video games and booze. Early on in the night, I got a text from Cynthia. Her breasts. Later another, her pussy. I know she was with her sister and wondered if she was sneaking into the bathroom or something. This kept on and then I got a bunch in a short time. Her in a trench coat standing near her sister. Her flashing me the trench coat, nude under it. Her sitting in the bathroom with lube. Her sliding a buttplug into her ass, still in the trench coat.

Orgasm 11

I was rock hard seeing that, still had the phone in my hand hiding the screen from my buddies, and then I heard my front door open. I went to look and saw Cynthia, wearing a trench coat. We could both here the guys in the other room.

She pulled me into the office, closed the door, pulled my pants off and saw that I was still pretty erect, she pulled a tube of lube from her pocket, squirted it on my cock and began to slide her hand up and down me. I started to speak but she shushed me and said quietly, I want you to fill my ass and send me home stuffed, my sister thinks I am at the store right now. She opened the trenchcoat and dropped it to the floor. She was still nude, but had written my name on her stomach and slut on her pussy. She turned and knelt in doggy position on the floor so I could see the butt plug in her. I knelt behind her, pulled the plug carefully and replaced it with my cock.

She moaned as I began to fuck her. I felt her fingers under herself, rubbing at her clit and I reached out to grab her hair and savagely pull it back for leverage as I fucked.

I thrust and thrust until I finally came. Both of us mostly silent the entire time. When I finished, I slid the plug back in. I pulled my pants on, she pulled the coat on. We went outside and she walked into the living room, said hi to my friends and made a comment about how she REALLY needed me just for a few minutes. Then turned and left.

My buddies all either knew, or had a good idea, of the relationship I had with her. They stared at me and I just gave them a “so shoot me” shrug. They made a few comments and I just said “She needed to borrow some sugar.”

*Thursday – 10 of 22 Orgasms (+1 one before the task started)

Orgasm 12

It was around 6 am and I was sound asleep when she let herself in to my house. I lived on the way to campus from her place.

I didn't hear anything or notice as she adjusted and then moved my alarm clock.

At 6:15 am, my alarm went off. I reached out and missed it. I was confused. It didn't go off on Thurday, I had no classes. It wasn't where it should be. Bleary eyed I looked around and saw someone in my desk chair. I immediately guessed Cynthia.

Whoever it was, was nude, her feet where chained together and padlocked, combination I noted, to the base pole of the chair. Her wrists were chains to the arm wrests (one with a bad lock and one only locked with a with a carabiner. There were clothes pins on her breasts and nipples. I could see one on her clit as well. There was a small vibe jammed between the seat of the chair and the underside of her clit, her weight on it enough to keep it in place and I could hear buzzing. I could just make out the butt of a large vibrator sticking out of her pussy. She was wearing a leather bondage hood that we had only played with once. It had nothing at the mouth, but straps for a number of gags at each cheek and she had butt the ball gag in and cinched it.

The alarm clock as on the desk next to her.

I was turned on of course. A bit miffed as well to be woken up so early. I had a massive morning wood and needed to pee. So I didn't turn the alarm off and went to pee. Let her panic a bit.

I finished peeing, though I seriously considered dragging her in there to use as a urinal as punishment for waking me again. Then walked back out and shut off the alarm.

I looked at her and saw a small issue.

“You know,” I said, trying to get the sleep out of my limbs, “this is super hot. It really is. But how am I supposed to fuck you.” She tried to speak through the gag and couldn't.

“I see your point,” I said and reached out to the hand locked in place with the carabiner, it was her safety, the spot she could undo herself to get out. I slid the bondage around the wrist so she couldn't touch it and escape. “Maybe you wanted me to jack off on you again? Those vibes are they on high? What's to stop me from just going back to sleep and leaving you there. I wonder how many times you would cum before I woke up.”

I saw her tense a bit. I'd do it too if I felt like it. I had left her tied in the closet once with vibrators in her pussy and ass and a hitachi vibe duct taped onto her clit. Left her like that, totally helpless and orgasming repeatedly for over an hour.

“Hmm,” I said, “Your probably thinking, but he isn't allowed to refuse me during the task . . . but one might argue that you haven't asked me for anything. Not to untie you and fuck you. Not to jack off on you. Not to do anything.”

I waited. I let her stew in that. I looked at the clock though. I knew she would have to leave for class within 30 minutes to make it on time.

I thought about leaving her for the 30 minutes. But the longer I thought about it, of her predicament, the harder I got. Finally, I gave in and jacked off onto her body. I took a few photos of it, letting her wiggle with the vibes going and then undid the wrist with the carabineer and told her to get to class. She seemed a bit hurt that I didn't spend more time with her but I said, "You wake my ass up at 6 am and you get my grumpy ass."

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