“You are one sick Chica,” Camilla said as the next woman lay down on the mat. She kept up the every thirty-second thing, but I didn’t lose control again. I was quivering and trembling in near orgasm, but I didn’t pop off.
After a couple more women, I decided to find out what Camilla meant by some other ways to punish me. I intentionally went back to delaying things. It must have been immediately obvious because there were no slaps of reward with the paddle. Then after what must have been ten minutes Camilla said, “I warned you.”
I felt something cold and metallic touch my asshole and my cunt at the same time and there was a strange click followed by the most intense pain I have ever felt. I literally jumped all the way over the girl I was supposed to be pleasuring and ended up standing on the mat at her head. Everyone was laughing uproariously, including the girl on the mat.
“Well, well, well,” Camilla said, clicking the cattle prod so that sparks flew between its prongs. “It looks like we found something that doesn’t turn you on.”
She pointed down at the mat and said, “Get back to licking. And if you’re good, you get the paddle. If you’re bad you get…” she again triggered the prod.
For the next hour I happily lapped at girl after girl and brought them to screaming orgasms. I knew my ass must be all purple by now, but I didn’t care. I was on a constant pleasure-pain high. Then I found myself staring at an empty mat.
Camilla pulled me to my feet and said, “Your final punishment is going to be a mixture of pleasure and pain.” She laughed as she continued, “You will probably get some pleasure from the pain, but you will definitely get some pain from the pleasure.”
I had no idea what she meant and was even more confused when a bunch of the women rolled up the wrestling mats and pushed one of those big basketball backboard supports out onto the floor. They connected it to some special plates on the floor so it couldn’t move and then pushed a small platform over so it was right under the long section that supported the backboard.
“Get up there,” Camilla ordered and I did. Two of the girls wrapped some leather cuffs around my wrists that had long ropes hanging from them. Two more girls pushed ladders over and tied the ropes really tight to the framework supporting the basket. Since the framework stuck out at least six feet, my arms were pulled up and pretty far out to the sides.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on until a whole bunch of the women began pushing the platform on which I was standing. They pushed it out from under me and then carried it back to wherever it was stored. I kicked my legs wildly for a few moments and then just hung there.
Two girls attached cuffs to my ankles and then looped them through some sort of D-ring that was mounted in a plate on the floor. They were about five feet on either side of me and looked like they were in the right places to help support volleyball nets or something like that. They were also in the right place to pull my legs really far apart. I was now hanging beneath the basket support in a big, naked X.
Camilla pushed one of those roll-around ladders over to me and said, “Now for some decorations.”
I couldn’t tell what she was holding in her hands, but suddenly it felt like something was biting my left nipple. Camilla held up her other hand and showed me what I recognized as a butterfly clamp. I had never seen one except on the internet, but I knew what it was. She reached down and the clamp bit my right nipple.
Then Camilla held up something on a short silver chain. Again, I had never seen something like that in real life, but from my frequent visits to porn sites, I knew it was a nipple weight… and it looked really large. She reached down and clipped the weight to the clamp and then dropped it. I screamed and she smiled. I didn’t scream as loud with the second weight, but she smiled even more broadly.
“I guess you know what these are, too?” she asked as she held up some electrode patches. I didn’t say anything, but I knew what they were. She began sticking them all over my body. There were also a couple wires with alligator clips that she evidently clipped to the butterfly clamps or the weights because I could feel the additional pull on my nipples.
“We have to clear the brush to get a good connection,” she said as she held up a small beard trimmer. I heard it buzzing and then I felt it moving through my well-trimmed bush. She held up a can of shaving cream and said, “This is menthol. It feels cool at first, but after a while starts to burn. It will give you a really close shave.”
I heard her spritzing some of it into her hand and then she rubbed it all over my cunt and back between my asscheeks. I thought she would start shaving me right away, but instead she got down off the ladder and stepped back to watch me. She was right. It did feel very cool at first and it got colder and colder until it started to burn. It was a strange, cold burn, but it was very uncomfortable. Once it was obvious that it was starting to burn, Camilla climbed back up on the ladder.
“Beg me to shave your cunt super smooth,” she said softly. When I didn’t respond, she said firmly, “Say it!”
“Please shave me super smooth so you can attach the TENS unit to my cunt,” I said shakily. The shakes were caused by the fact that the pain was sending the lightning bolts out of my cunt, but I thought it was best to give her what she wanted. She quickly shaved me and then wiped off the rest of the foam. It felt really weird when she spread my asscheeks so she could shave right across my asshole. It hurt in a not-nice way as the razor crossed my rosebud. I was still really tender from the earlier ass fuckings.
After the electrodes were attached on either side of my cunt and deep within my asscheeks, I thought she might be finished, but then I heard a deeper buzzing and saw her climb back on the ladder with a hair trimmer. “Hold still or you will get cut,” she said angrily as I tossed my head from side to side.
I watched my beautiful brown, wavy hair fall to the floor beneath me as the hair trimmer buzzed its way around my scalp. As soon as she was finished, she lathered my whole head with the menthol shaving cream. This time it was cold almost immediately and almost immediately began to burn in that strange, cold way. I wasn’t faking when I begged her to shave my head to get rid of that cold burning.
I sighed with relief when she finished shaving my head, but groaned as she applied another layer of menthol foam. This time she began shaving immediately so I didn’t have to beg her to shave me. I was afraid they were going to attach electrodes to my head, but after wiping my now-shining head dry, Camilla stepped down off the ladder.
She stood in front of me and said, “That’s the pain that might give you pleasure.” She held up a strange-looking belt and said, “Here’s the pleasure that might give you pain.”
I had no idea what she meant and was still confused when she again climbed the ladder to show me the belt close up. It was a wide, black leather belt that said SLUT in big silver letters on one side of it and WHORE in equally-large letters on the other side. There was a strange-looking snap halfway between the two words and an extra strip of leather attached near the buckle in the front.