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\nMaso-Camming Parts One to Four

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Maso-Camming:\nPart One

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\nIt had started when Cammy had\ngone away to university to do ancient history and archaeology. They\nwere subjects which had always fascinated her. But less fascinating\nwas the cost. At the very least, if she lived in penury for the three\nyears of her course, Cammy would be over sixty thousand pounds in\ndebt, with tuition fees and everything else. But she wanted to enjoy\nher time at university. She would only be there the once.

\n\tCammy had heard about\ncam-girls, who raised money by performing in front of a camera –\nusually the one on their computer. Cammy was no prude. She enjoyed\nsex as much as the next girl, and the last time that she had gone on\nholiday, to the south of France, she had gone to a naturist beach, so\nthat she could get an overall tan. She was not the least bothered\nabout people seeing her naked. In fact, the idea kind of turned her\non, to have sad old men wanking away as they stared at her nude form.\n\n

\n\tSo Cammy had set herself up\nas a cam-girl: Cammy the cam-girl. It had almost seemed like\nnominative destiny. And the money had started rolling in, just for\ngoing naked on camera and playing with herself – something which\nshe liked doing, anyway. \n

\n\tShe had plenty of different\ndildoes and vibrators, in a range of colours and sizes. The first\ntime that she fucked her pussy with a dildo shaped like a dog’s\ncock she came on camera, with all those dirty old men watching her. \n

\n\tCammy was eighteen years old,\nand she was immediately popular. Perhaps it helped that, with her\nlong brunette hair, innocent face and shaven pussy, she looked\nyounger than her eighteen years. Only the fact that her breasts had\nfilled out into a D-cup really proved that she was legitimate. \n

\n\tOne day Cammy got a request\nfor something different to the options which she offered. The request\ncame from a hatchet-face woman, who had to be fifty years old if she\nwas a day. Her face was in a corner on Cammy’s monitor. The typed\nrequest was for Cammy to put a couple of clamps on her nipples while\nshe fucked herself with a dildo. The woman was offering twice the\nusual amount of money. \n

\n\tCammy considered the request.\nThe more money she made, in a shorter period, the more time she could\nspend on her studies. After all, the whole point of this was to make\nmoney for university, not to show off her body. So why not?

\n\tCammy did not have any nipple\nclamps, but she did have some clothes pegs, from when she had to hang\nup washing inside her rooms, not having a dryer where she was. That\nwas acceptable to the stern-faced woman. So Cammy got the clothes\npegs out of her bathroom, and placed them on her erect nipples. She\nhad expected them to hurt too much. And yes, they did hurt as they\nsqueezed Cammy’s light brown nipples. But Cammy also felt a surge\nof pleasure. The pain led her to somewhere else, to a zone of\npleasure beyond the pain. It did not take Cammy very long to come,\nwith those plastic pegs adorning her nipples. She had the very best\norgasm of her young life. And Cammy was instantly hooked. \n

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\nThe next day Cammy bunked off\nher classes and travelled to the nearest sex shop which, according to\nthe internet, had a range of BDSM gear. Cammy told herself that this\nwas only an investment, and that what she bought would pay for itself\nmany times over. \n

\n\tCammy was surprised to see\nthat the sex shop was being run by a woman, and one of the most\nbeautiful women who Cammy had ever seen. The woman had the tanned\nskin of a Latino or Spaniard, and had shoulder length black hair. She\nwore tight, ripped jeans, knee-high black boots, and a black tee\nshirt emblazoned with the name of the sex sop. The material of the\ntee shirt was thin, and it was obvious that the shop owner was not\nwearing a brassiere. It was also obvious that she had pierced\nnipples, with a horizontal bar through each.

\n\tCammy was turned on as she\nwent through the sex shop, looking at all of the things on display.\nThere was everything which she had ever imagined, and much more\nbeside. it struck her just how inventive people could be in the\ncreation of devices to titillate and to torment.

\n\tCammy did not buy any\nmagazines or videos. Why bother when you had the internet? What she\ndid purchase were three buttplugs: one red, one black and one which\nCammy thought would be too large for her but which she bought anyway;\nsix new dildoes, including a black one with silver studs along its\nshiny length; various breast and nipple clamps; piercing needles\n(despite the fact that she had never been pierced before); a riding\ncrop; leather bonds; a pair of handcuffs; a corset which looked as\nthough it would be too tight but which she simply had to have;\nvarious lead weights; and even an electrical shock box plus\nattachments for on and in her teenaged body.

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\n\tCammy took her purchases up\nto the woman at the desk, heeling very self-conscious. The woman’s\ndark eyes stared into Cammy’s soul, as though she knew exactly what\nCammy wanted them for. It did not occur to Cammy that maybe this\nwoman was one of her subscriber’s. Cammy was about to spend a small\nfortune in sexual paraphernalia.

\n\tCammy blushed, and looked\naway. \n

\n\t“This comes to a lot of\nmoney.” the woman said. She had a Spanish accent. Cammy though that\nit sounded sexy. “Maybe I give you a deal, if you like. Come back\nhere at six, when I close up, and we test some of the devices out on\nyou, and I give you 25% off.”

\n\t“Yes.” Cammy said,\nwithout thinking. The amount had been a lot more than she had\nexpected, and would more than max out her credit card.

\n\t“See you at six.” the\nwoman said. \n

\n\tCammy almost ran out of the\nstore. She felt nervous. She went around town to kill time. Then she\nwent to a pub, where she had to produce her ID proving that she was\neighteen years old, when the barman had accused her of only being\nfifteen. She drank a couple of Jack Daniel’s and cokes, before\nreturning to the sex shop, making sure that she was there just before\nsix o’clock. \n

\n\tCammy blushed, and looked\naway. \n

\n\t“Yes.” Cammy said,\nwithout thinking. The amount had been a lot more than she had\nexpected, and would more than max out her credit card.

\n\t“See you at six.” the\nwoman said. \n

\n\tCammy did not think, but\nmarched inside. The woman smiled, and closed up, changing the sign\nand locking the door. \n

\n\t“Come out back.” the\nwoman said. Cammy noticed that the woman’s nipples were erect.\nCammy followed her into the back of the store, then up some stairs\ninto the woman’s rooms, and along to the woman’s bedroom. It was\nclear, from the various vibrators on shelves on the walls, that the\nwoman liked to test the produce which she sold. There was a massive\nflat screen TV attached to one wall, connected to a Blu Ray player.\nThere were leather bonds attached to the four corners of the bed. It\nlooked like this woman liked to tie her lovers up. \n

\n\t“Get undressed.” the\nwoman said. She stripped off her tee shirt, boots and jeans, proving\nthat she wore no underwear, and that her tan was all over. Her pussy\nwas shaven – hardly a surprise. She had a metal bar through the\nbase of her clitoral hood (not her clit).

\n\tCammy stripped off her\nclothing, as well, feeling a little nervous. She guessed that she\nwould be the one in the leather bonds. She was not wrong, as she was\ntold to spread-eagle herself on the bed. Feeling a little like a\nsacrificial victim, Cammy did just that.

\n\t“I like to torment the\nclits of naughty girls.” the woman said, once Cammy was tied\ntightly. The woman showed Cammy a small, metal ring. It had two\nhalves joined by a hinge. There were two very thing strips of what\nlooked like plastic separating the metal. There a tiny lever, which\nthe woman operated to show Cammy that the device could easily be\nremoved. There was a contact on each bit of metal, where a wire could\nbe attached. It was clear that this was a shock collar for the clit. \n

\n\t“I was going to snap it\nonto your clit, but your clit is a little bigger than I expected.”\nthe woman said. “Instead I will use suction to pull your clit up\ninto the ring. If you let me use this on you I will give it to you\nfor free, plus a vacuum pump to attach to the end.”

\n\t“Okay.” Cammy said. It\nonly took her a second to come to a decision. She needed the\nreduction which the woman was offering, and the thought of electrical\ntorture to her clit had magnified her late masochistic tendencies a\nthousand-fold.

\n\tThe woman attached one end of\nthe clit ring to a vacuum clamp, which had obviously been designed\nfor that purpose. The woman put the ring at the end of Cammy’s\nclit, touching it. She pumped the vacuum device, and Cammy’s clit\nwas drawn inexorably into the ring. It was uncomfortable, as the ring\nwas less than the natural diameter of her clit. Cammy would not be\nable to wear it for long. \n

\n\tCammy squealed in pain as her\nclit was sucked up until the ring was at the very base of her clit,\nand a little of her clit was protruding out of the end of the ring\nnot touching her groin. The woman released the vacuum pump. Cammy was\nglad that there was an easy release lever for this ring, as otherwise\nshe didn’t think that she would be able to get it off her clit.

\n\tThe Spanish woman plugged a\nblue wire into one side of the ring, and a red wire into the other\nside. When the ring was electrified the shocks would go through\nCammy’s clit – the most sensitive part of her body – but\nnowhere else. It was only her clit which was about to get fried.

\n\t“I’ll put it on one to\nbegin with.” the Spanish lady said. A wire from the TENS unit, on a\ntable beside the bed, trailed to a handheld device.

\n\t“Make me cum.” the\nSpanish lady said. “Make me cum and I’ll stop hurting your clit.”

\n\tThe Spaniard climbed onto the\nbed and sat on Cammy’s face. Cammy began to lick. She could do\nnothing else.

\n\tAt first there were no\nshocks. But, after a couple of minutes, the thirty-something Spanish\nwoman pressed a button on the handheld device, and electricity surged\nthrough Cammy’s clit. It was worse than Cammy had expected, never\nhaving been shocked before. But she knew that she could take it. And\nit only lasted a second.

\n\tCammy had some experience in\nusing her tongue to bring women to orgasm, having experimented with\nher friends, and it was not long before the senior woman was close to\ncumming on Cammy face. \n

\n\tI turn it up now.” the\nwoman said, as she turned the dial to three. The fact is that, for\nmany people, the more aroused that they become the more sadistic –\nand this was the case with this Spanish sex shop owner. She had\ntortured many sluts with her devices, and she always got crueller\nwhen she was within sight of an orgasm. Cammy, meanwhile, was equally\nturned on, and she had made a discovery: that the more turned on she\nwas, the more pain she could manage. Oh, she still felt the pain, but\nsomehow it was also pleasure. \n

\n\tJust before the older woman\ncame she turned the dial up to ten. It was not something which she\nhad intended to do when she had climbed on Cammy’s face. But her\nsadistic tendencies were at maximum. Her right thumb hovered over the\nbutton. And then she came…

\n\tIn the throes of her orgasm\nthe Spanish lady screamed out her joy as she came in a massive\norgasm. Her thumb jabbed down and stayed there for the length of the\norgasm. Cammy screamed, came in a massive orgasm herself, and\nfainted.

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Maso-Camming:\nPart Two

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\nCammy lay on the bed,\nrecovering from her massive, overwhelming paingasm. She had never\nfelt anything like that before. By the time she had recovered the\nring had been removed from her clit, and she was no longer bound to\nthe bed.

\n\tCammy sat up, supporting\nherself on one elbow. The Spanish sadist was eyeing her, her eyes\nbright with cruelty and satisfied lust. \n

\n\t“I don’t even know your\nname.” Cammy said, as the Spanish sadist put the clit shock ring\nand the vacuum pump in the bag with her other shopping.

\n\t“You can call me Kate.”\nthe woman said.

\n\t“Well, you can call me\nCammy.” Cammy said.

\n\t“Okay, Cammy. Say, I have a\nproposition for you. Now and then I get items which I cannot sell\nlegally any more, things like Kali’s Teeth Bracelets. Most of them\nare used for torturing men. I get a lot of male slaves coming in\nhere, looking for things to torture their cock and balls. But\nsometimes I get things for nipples, or things designed to be used on\nwomen. If you let me try them out on you first I will sell them for a\nreduced price.”

\n\t“I’ll think about it.”\nCammy said, as she began to get dressed. She had not intended to\nspend as much money as she had. Maybe other toys would have to wait.\nCammy finished getting dressed and made her way back to her\nuniversity rooms.

\n\tKate, though, after Cammy had\ngone, got out her laptop and hooked it up to the hidden cameras in\nthe room. Then she hooked up her laptop to the massive TV monitor on\nthe wall. Soon Kate was naked on the bed, a thick dildo pistoning in\nand out of her shave cunt, as she watched herself sitting on Cammy’s\nface, torturing her clit with electricity, all in wonderful\nultra-high definition. Yes, this Cammy was a find indeed. Kate was\nsure that she would be back…

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\nCammy had fun playing with her\nnew toys on her cam site. She found herself going on there more often\nthan ever, despite the fact that she had told herself that she was\ndoing this so that she would have more time to spend on her\nuniversity courses. She did not admit to herself that she was\naddicted.

\n\tShe listed, to begin with,\nthe black buttplug. That proved popular. It seemed that people liked\nto see her stuff a big plastic plug up her tiny anus before she\nbrought herself off with a vibrator. She had a lot of males watching\nher. But, judging from the names, she was now picking up a fair\nnumber of girls, as well. Cammy imagined some women watching her as\nshe orgasmed with her arsehole full of plastic. Maybe those women\nwere imagining doing something similar.

\n\tFor the second session after\nseeing Kate and getting the toys Cammy wore the corset. She laced it\nas tightly as she could. It made it awkward to breathe. But it made\nher feel a lot sexier. Whether that was psychological or not Cammy\ndid not know. All that she knew was that she had a tingle in her clit\nwhen she put the corset on. \n

\n\tOccasionally Cammy would get\nto see her subscribers as she played, if they had their computer cam\nturned on. One day Cammy saw, on her monitor, three girls, all fully\ndressed. The girls did not look much older than she was. They were\nstaring at Cammy as she fucked herself with a thick, black dildo, one\nwhich stretched out her youthful home. Cammy was feeling wicked, and\nin the need for more pain.

\n\tDo\nyou want to see me use the riding crop on myself? Cammy\ntyped. She had not yet set up that as one of the things that people\ncould pay for, so this would be a freebie.

\n\tYes\none of the girls\ntyped in, as she watched Cammy.

\n\tWhere\ndo you want me to whip myself?\nCammy asked. Arse,\nbreasts or pussy?

\n\tCammy\ncould see a brief conversation between the three girls, but she\ndidn’t know what was being said. The girl nearest the keyboard\ntyped in all three.\n\n

\n\tCammy took up the riding\ncrop, and began raining blows down on her arse. She saw the three\ngirls strip down to their underwear as Cammy reddened her buttocks.\nCammy kept on cropping her own arse until both of her arse cheeks\nwere a bright pink colour. Cammy hardly felt the pain but pleasure\ninstead. Her face reddened with arousal, until it was almost matching\nthe hue of her buttocks.

\n\tCammy changed position,\nfacing her camera, so that she could whip her breasts. She could not\napply a lot of force in that position. It was more a turn on than a\nself-punishment. Glancing at the screen Cammy noticed that all three\ngirls were now nude. Cammy could see that one of them was fingering\nher shaven cunt. The idea that she was turning on these three voyeurs\ninspired Cammy to greater self-torture. She spread her legs wide,\nbringing the end of the crop lashing down on her pussy. \n

\n\tCammy did not hold back, but\ntried to hit herself as hard as possible. The position meant that she\ncould not use the full force of her arm. It was more a flick with the\nriding crop than a proper whip stroke. \n

\n\tThe three girls were now\nlying face down on the bed, their eyes open, close to their laptop,\nnot wanting to miss a single thing. Their mouths were open, and their\nfaces had a dreamy look. Cammy wanted to make these three cum. Using\nher left hand she spread her cunt open as much as she could, so that\nshe could flick the leather tassel on the end of the crop at her pink\nslit. Nearly every strike of the crop was between Cammy’s spread\nlabia (and she only hit her fingers a couple of times).

\n\tCammy was close to orgasm. A\nfew more hits and she knew that she would cum under the lash. For the\nfinale she pulled aside her clitoral hood. She came the third time\nthat the very tip of the leather riding crop splatted into her oh so\nsensitive clit.

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\nAfter that Cammy added the\nriding crop to her possibilities. It proved to be popular, as was the\nblack dildo with the silver studs along its length. People liked to\nsee her struggle to get it inside her cunt. She listed the wingnut\nnipple clamps which she had bought, and which could be used to crush\na nipple. She did not leave them on for too long – and found it\nalmost as painful when they were removed.

\n\tThen, one evening, she got a\nrequest to bring herself to orgasm while wearing one of those wingnut\nclamps on her clit. The rquest had come from the hatchet-faced woman\nin her forties. The woman seemed like a real sadist, the one who\nwould ignore safewords and never take No\nfor an answer.\nCammy told herself that she never wanted to fall into that woman’s\nhands.

\n\tCammy had not even considered\nusing the clamp on her clit. But it was a lot of money being offered.\nShe could buy more toys with that money… If she put the clamp\nvertically rather than horizontally then it could work.

\n\tNever being one to shirk a\nchallenged Cammy agreed. Her clit had completely recovered from its\nencounter with electricity. In fact it even seemed to be more\nsensitive than ever, and maybe a bit bigger. Cammy had always wanted\na larger clit. Or maybe the idea that it was more sensitive was\nbecause Cammy was now just a more sexualised than before. But she was\nsure that it was a little bigger.

\n\tCammy put her clit between\nthe wooden bars and pressed the bars down on her clitoral hood,\ncausing her clit to pop free. The edges of the bars were now at the\nvery base of her clit. Cammy turned the wingnuts until her clit was\nheld securely. Then she turned the wingnuts again until she was in\nconsiderable pain, her clit crushed by the wood. She reached for a\nvibe, only to read the message another\nturn.

\n\tThe evil bitch was one of\nCammy’s best subscribers. Gritting her teeth and trying not to\nscream Cammy gave each wingnut another turn. Her clit was almost\nsquashed flat. The end of it had been squashed so much that the\nbarest fraction poked out between the wooden bars of the clamp.

\n\tCammy touched that little bit\nof her clit with the buzzing end of her favourite vibe. She was not\neven sure that she could cum with so much pain. But she could. She\nhad the second best orgasm of her life. It was clear that clit\ntorture had become an orgasmic need. But she was still very glad when\nshe could undo that clamp and massage her tortured clit.

\n\tCammy then took a break from\ncamming for a few days, telling herself that she had made enough\nmoney for a while.

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\nShe might not have needed the\nmoney, but she needed the pain. As soon as her clit fully recovered\nshe was back on the site, offering to use piercing needles on her\ndecent-sized breasts. The needles proved to be popular, as people\npaid to see her force these needles down into her flesh to the head.\nThe needles were very thin, so that they would leave no permanent\nmark. Cammy resembled a porcupine, she would end up with so many\nsticking out of her tits. Each needle was painful. Each needle was a\nmasochistic delight.

\n\tThen there was the evening\nwhen those three girls, not really much older than Cammy, came back\non. Cammy could see all three as they lay naked on the bed, wherever\nthey were. They had lost all shyness, even though they knew that\nCammy could see them. Each of them had a vibrator or a dildo.

\n\tWhere\ndo you put the needles?\none of them typed. They hadn’t seen Cammy play with the needles\nyet.

\n\tIn\nmy breasts. Cammy\ntyped back.

\n\tWhere\nelse? Cammy thought\nfor a second. Part of her really liked turning on these three, and\nshe didn’t want to disappoint them by going all vanilla on them.

\n\tWhere\nwould you like them to go?\nCammy typed, guessing what the answer would be.

\n\tIn\nyour pussy. Well,\nthe client was always right. Cammy broke open her piercing needles,\nand inserted them in her pussy mound, making sure that her camera\npicked up every detail as she pushed them in. She moaned in pain and\narousal as she transfixed herself.

\n\tAll around her mons\nveneris they went,\nas Cammy worked her way down. She knew what the three nasty girls\nwanted to see. Then she began to pierce her outer labia, sliding in\none after the other. Cammy felt nervous, but also very turned on. She\nput needles in her inner labia. She carried on until she had only one\nneedle left.

\n\tScooting herself forward so\nthat the picture that the girls would see was a close-up of the top\nof her cunt Cammy peeled back her clitoral hood with shaking fingers.\nShe put the needle to the side of her clit, so that she could feel\nits point pricking her sensitive clit. Then Cammy, at her most\nmasochistic, made a change of plans. She put the point of the needle\nat the end of her clit, the most sensitive point, but the needle\npointing down into her body.

\n\tCammy pressed the needle down\nuntil it was buried in her clit. She kept pushing until she felt the\nend of the needle touching the end of her clit. \n

\n\tCammy shrieked as she came.

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\nA few days after that Cammy\ndecided to put the clit shock ring down on the options. As she was a\nlittle scared about using it again she made it very expensive: ten\npounds for each second, and a multiple for each level to which the\nTENS was set. Maybe somebody would pay for a level one shock for\nthree or four seconds. She could handle that. She set up a program\nconnected to the TENS unit so that, on her computer keyboard, she\ncould just enter units for the level of the shock, and up to 100 for\nthe time. The TENS unit she had bought had a readout which, if the\nTENS unit was turned to face the camera on her PC, could clearly be\nseen, both the number of seconds and the reading. \n

\n\tThe first person to use this\nnew facility was the hatchet-faced woman in her forties. The woman\npaid for the maximum time, 100 seconds, at the maximum power, level\nten. \n

\n\tFor a couple of seconds Cammy\nbalked. She wasn’t sure that she could handle that. A few seconds\nof it at the hands of Kate had knocked her out (but had also\ndelivered that delicious paingasm in the process). But she decided\nthat she wasn’t going to wimp out. She might lose all of her fans\nif she did.

\n\tShe put in the numbers. She\nmade sure that anybody watching could see the display. Then she\npressed Return on her computer keyboard.

\n\tThere was a couple of seconds\nof delay, then her clit was hit by the worst pain that Cammy had ever\nfelt. The pain took her breath away. She could not scream. Her whole\nbody seemed to shake as the pain tore through her clit. All that she\ncould do was to grab hold of the bed as her clit was sent to hell.\nThis was real torture, not some light BDSM play. To Cammy it felt as\nthough she was being subjected to some Nazi torturer, intent on\nburning her clit away with a branding iron. Her body – especially\nher groin – shook with the shock for the full one hundred seconds.\nBut it seemed a lot longer than that to Cammy. It felt as though time\nhad slowed down to nothing. Every second ticked off was an aeon. This\nwas torture on a geological scale of time. \n

\n\tSomehow she managed to stay\nconscious for the full one hundred seconds. She felt it all, every\nvolt pulsed through her clit. But there was no orgasm. It was too\nintense.

\n\tAn epoch later the\nelectricity stopped. As soon as she recovered she took off the clit\nring, and closed down the site for the night, perhaps forever.

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Maso-Camming:\nPart Three

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\nAfter the night suffering that\nhundred seconds of high electricity Cammy put away her toys, at\nleast, for the moment, so that she could concentrate on her course.\nShe had seriously neglected her Ancient History. So she got her head\ndown and got to work, trying to concentrate on such things as an\nessay on Gaius Caesar Germanicus, the third Emperor of Rome,\notherwise known as Caligula. But it was boring trying to write about\nGaius’s relationship with the Praetorian Guard, when all that she\nwas thinking about was all of the kinky things which he used to get\nup to. Why couldn’t she write about the rumours that he had fucked\nhis sister Drusilla instead?

\n\tAs to her clit, that had\nrecovered from its endurance. Cammy had feared that she would lose\nsensitivity after so much electricity. But the TENS unit had been\ndesigned not to do any harm. Her clit was fine by the next day. It\nhad lost no sensitivity. If anything it was a little more sensitive.

\n\tWhatever Cammy did, in trying\nto put her camming behind her, she couldn’t erase thoughts of\ndomination and pain out of her mind. Looking at a female newsreader\nall that Cammy could think was that she would look a lot better with\nher trousers pulled down and some dominant woman – possibly with a\nSpanish accent – taking a riding crop to her sweet backside. She\ncouldn’t hear any foreign accent without thinking about that\nmind-blowing yet painful orgasm at the hands of Kate, the sex shop\nowner. But Cammy told herself that she had all the toys she could\never need.

\n\tAfter a couple of weeks she\nbegan camming once more. She needed to exhibit herself. It filled a\nvoid which she had not known existed in her. But no electricity, this\ntime. Those hundred seconds on level ten were an experience which she\ntold herself that she never wanted to repeat. And that hatchet-faced\nwoman – well, she was dangerous, as far as Cammy was concerned. The\nidea of ever falling into that woman’s hands filled her with fear.\nNo, she would keep that sadist at the end of her computer screen.

\n\tShe tried going back to just\nusing her dildoes. But both she and her regulars now wanted her to\nsuffer. So she tried using nipple clamps and the riding crop and her\nless painful toys. And that was okay, for a few days. But it wasn’t\nenough. She needed new toys. There was only one thing for it –\nanother visit to see Kate, the sexy sex shop owner.

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\nKnowing that they would not\nplay until the store closed Cammy did not walk in until ten minutes\nto six. That would give her a chance to examine the merchandise\nbefore the inevitable happened, and Kate dominated her again,\nhopefully resulting in another spectacular orgasm.

\n\tKate’s eyes lit up when\nCammy entered the store. It was the look a wolf gets when it sees a\nlost lamb. Despite there being a few minutes top go until six, Kate\nflipped the sign to Closed\nand locked the\ndoor. She had other business to attend to. Nothing would come between\nher and this sweet little eighteen-year old masochist.

\n\t“I want some stuff.”\nCammy said, before Kate could drag her away to her bed. Cammy picked\nup a few new toys while she was there in the main store: hoods,\nincluding ones without eyeholes; a dildo shaped like a dog’s cock,\nand stuff like that. Then she and Kate went to play.

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\nThey both stripped off\nquickly, wanting to get down to the sex. \n

\n\t“Rim me.” Kate said,\nsitting back on the bed, and holding her arse cheeks apart, to reveal\nher crinkled brown hole. This was something new to Cammy. But she\ndidn’t complain. She lay on the bed, face down, her tongue licking\nKate’s anus. It tasted clean. After a while Cammy forced the tip of\nher tongue into the unresisting arsehole. There was a taste, there,\nbut nothing Cammy could not stand. Obviously Kate kept herself very\nclean.

\n\tThen Cammy felt the end of a\nriding crop hit her left buttock. Kate had picked up a crop from the\ntable beside the bed, and was using it to bring a rosy glow to\nCammy’s backside. None of the marks would last for very long, and\nall of them would fade by the time that Cammy got home. It was a very\nwelcome level of pain for Cammy. It drove her on to pull apart Kate’s\ntanned buttocks with her own hands, and to try to bury her tongue\neven deeper in the musty arsehole. Part of Cammy, in her masochistic\nnature, wanted the tip of her tongue to encounter something really\nnasty, really foul-tasting. But it did not. \n

\n\tKate flipped Cammy over so\nthat she could sit on her face. Cammy used all of her increasing\nskill to bring Kate to the edge of orgasm. Kate decided that she\nwanted to keep this slip of a girl, to keep her as a permanent sex\nslave. Cammy could then give her orgasms every day. Kate lightly\nlashed Cammy’s shaven mound with the crop, just flicking her whip\nat the mons veneris.\n\n

\n\tCammy fingered her own cunt\nas she gave oral pleasure to Kate. But as Cammy neared her own orgasm\nshe was seized by a need by a need, a deep need, to combine her\npleasure with pain. Instead of fingering her snatch she grabbed her\nlabia, spreading them as wide as possible, revealing the shiny pink\nwetness between them.

\n\tKate could not fail to notice\nthat action. \n

\n\t“If you insist.” Kate\nsaid. There was one final stroke of the riding crop, brought down\nwith all of the strength which Kate could muster in that position.\nThe tip of the riding crop went between the spread labia to sting the\ndefenceless walls of Cammy’s cunt, while part of the shaft\nflattened Cammy’s turgid clit. Cammy screamed her orgasm into\nKate’s wet cunt. And that was enough for Kate to cum as well. Kate\ncollapsed onto the bed, as both women recovered from their orgasms.

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\n“Before you go I have\nsomething new.” Kate said, when both women had recovered from their\nsenses-shattering pleasure. “It is like the shock ring, but\nimproved. It has a computer chip inside and sensors, so you can wear\nit for an extended period. There will be no damage. It is tight\nenough so that you can’t pull it off. In fact it shrinks to pinch\nif you try. But there will be no harm. If you wear three until next\ntime you come you can have them for free.”

\n\t“Oh, okay, I’ll try\nthem.” Cammy said. She was always up for free stuff. She sat up on\nthe bed, while Kate fetched the rings, They looked similar to the one\nwhich Cammy had, except that she could not see a tiny lever release.

\n\t“How do they come off?”\nCammy asked. She didn’t want to have to wear them for the rest of\nher life.

\n\t“They have wifi. There is a\ncomputer command to release.” Kate said. She grabbed one of Cammy’s\nbreasts, attached a ring to the end of a vacuum tube, and sucked the\nnipple up into the tube. It was uncomfortable, but only until the\nvacuum tube was released. The metal ring was left at the very base of\nCammy’s nipple. It was tight, but not tight enough to cause any\npain. Cammy could see herself wearing the ring for a long time. But\nas Cammy contemplated that, and as Kate sucked up the other nipple,\nCammy felt her sensitive nipple coming erect. The computer chip had\nenclosed the nipple enough so that blood would go in until the nipple\nwas erect – and sensitive. But it would only release enough blood\nout to avoid necrosis. The nipple would remain erect while the band\nwas around its base.

\n\t“Look, I’m not sure about\nthis…” Cammy said, beginning to have sensible thoughts at last.\nBut Kate pretended not to hear her, as she sucked up a clit into the\nvacuum tube, until the microchipped band was at the very base of the\nclit. The band, and the tiny extensions for wires connected to the\nTENS unit, served to hold the clitoral hood back. This left Cammy’s\nclit not only erect, but permanently exposed, no longer protected by\nthe flesh of the clitoral hood. \n

\n\t“I will take them off the\nnext time that you come to see me.” Kate said. “Not until then. I\nwant to know what they are like when worn for an extended period of\ntime. Maybe I will wear some myself. But next time you come I want\nyou to come to be my permanent slave. I want you to be my maso slut.\nCome live here, and I will dominate you every day.”

\n\t“I… I’ll think about\nit.” Cammy said, before she escaped. But she did not want that. She\nwanted to carry on at university. So she left the sex shop with the\nrings attached. She had no desire to be a permanent slave.

\n\tEvery step on the way back to\nthe train station was interesting,\nshall we say? Her nipples were erect, and pushing against the tee\nshirt which Cammy was wearing. With every step they brushed against\nthe cloth. \n

\n\tWorse was the ring around\nCammy’s clit, though. It kept her sensitive clit erect, and\npointing out, not protected by her clitoral hood. Cammy had, on going\nto see Kate, worn tight jeans with no knickers. The tip of the clit\nbrushed against the tough material of the jeans with every single\nstep. It felt more like sandpaper than denim. Cammy had one orgasm\njust walking to the train station. But somehow she and her new\nadornments made it back to her rooms.

\n\tYet what would the future be\nlike, in the next few days, with her going around with engorged\nnipples and clit?

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Maso-Camming:\nPart Four

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\nCammy’s nipples and clit,\nheld by the rings, did not go down. They stayed painfully erect. But\nthe computer chips in the rings worked. There was no necrosis. They\nallowed enough blood to escape so that no real damage was done to\nnipples and clit, apart from the fact that they wee now permanently\naroused.

\n\tCammy, as soon as she had got\nback to her rooms, had tried to slide one of the nipple rings off.\nBut she had had to stop. The ring had shrunk down a little, painfully\npinching the base of her nipple, so that she yelped and had to pull\nher fingers away. She was glad that she had not tried to pull off the\nclit ring instead.

\n\tHer nipples now showed\nthrough nearly every bit of clothing which she possessed. If she put\non a tee shirt it was clear that her nipples were erect. They looked\nfreakish, pushing at the cloth. The ring at the base seemed to\naccentuate their size, as though they had grown. They were sticking\nout at least an inch. The only top which she could wear was this\nreally big and floppy, shapeless cream-coloured woollen pullover. She\nhad to wear a tee shirt under the pullover, as the wool of the\npullover irritated her nipples too much.

\n\tAs to her clit, that was not\nso visible. Her clit was not really big enough that Cammy had to\nworry about the bulge. But everything that touched the clit irritated\nit. It was like she was constantly on the verge of orgasm. She didn’t\nhave any skirts, and even her softest knickers were too much of a\ntouch. She tried wearing her sexy silk knickers. But within five\nminutes of putting them on the soft material had put her over a\nsummit of an orgasm. \n

\n\tIn the end she decided to\nembrace the experience. She began wearing her tightest, thinnest\njeans, ones which she did not usually wear because they were now a\nsize too small. Every time she put them on she got an embarrassing\ncamel toe in her crotch. But now she was now so sexualised that she\nno longer cared if people’s gazes focused on her cunt. She wanted\nthem to look at her. So she wore those jeans. And their cloth rubbed\nat the end of her clit, threatening an orgasm every time she went for\na stroll. But Cammy told herself that she would get used to it.

\n\tShe was now aroused all of\nthe time. She found it next to impossible to concentrate on her\nstudies. She still went to lectures (orgasming on the way there) but\nshe hardly heard the words of the lecturers. They went in one ear and\nout the other. Trying to write an essay was equally hard. Rude words\nkept appearing in her prose. She had to correct herself, rereading\neach essay carefully, after she had found herself calling one Roman\nsenator Clitoris.

\n\tIn the evenings – she\nwasn’t camming again just yet – she checked out porn. She\ncouldn’t help it. Her body was turned on, and her mind was obsessed\nwith sex, especially when it involved elements of pain or submission.

\n\tShe looked for story sites.\nShe found the FetLibrary, which seemed to be the best of the ones\nstill going (although she did dip into the BDSMlibrary as well). But\nthe FetLibrary had new stories. Every time that she went on the\ninternet, even if she was supposed to be researching Cicero, say, she\nwould first go to the FetLibrary to see if any new stories had\nappeared.

\n\tThe best stories, in her\nopinion, were the ones of a woman submitting to another woman. In the\npast Cammy had considered herself to be straight. But she had to\nadmit, to herself, that thoughts of lesbian submission turned her on\nfar more than somebody writing about a hard cock (although she did\nnot really need to be any more turned on at the moment). She gobbled\nup those tales. Her favourites included the Group XS stories. In her\nwildest moments she imagined herself in the place of the tortured\nyoung women, with the indignities and cruelties heaped on her, not\nthem. Not that she would want anything approaching the sadism in\nthose tales inflicted on her body. No, these were just fantasies, and\nin fantasies you could be as wild as you wanted. You could be as\nmasochistic in your fantasies as you wanted, without their being any\ndamage to your body.

\n\tMaybe if Cammy had not been\npermanently aroused, permanently not far from a clitoral orgasm, she\nmight not have masturbated to stories of girls being punished by\nhaving their nipples slowly destroyed (The\nParty at House Victoria),\nor a cigarette meeting a clit (Tea\non Thursdays), or a\nglowing branding iron pressed into a pubic mound (For\nmy Lord). Cammy\nread all those tales, and many more. In each case she imagined that\nshe was the girl being brutally tortured. And in each case she came\nas she read the climax of the torture.

\n\tShe even tried writing her\nown stories, with the idea of maybe submitting them to the\nFetLibrary. But she never got that far, as she would have to keep on\nbreaking off to finger herself, or ram a hard dildo into her cunt.\nShe decided to leave writing stories to other people.

\n\tThen there were videos. She\ntrawled the internet looking for videos of women being dominated by\nother women. Men no longer really interested her, at least in that\nway. She found a few. But either the women being tortured were tool\nold or ugly, or the action was not hot enough for her. \n

\n\tThen she discovered\nQueensnake’s website. She became a subscriber (hell, she could\nafford it). None of the women were ugly, and the action was a lot\nharder than on other sites. Cammy had thought that her own camming\nwas hardcore. But Queensnake showed just how far she had to go. \n

\n\tThere were videos of\ncigarette torture: really cigarette torture, not cigarettes coming\nnear naked female flesh but not connecting. In many of those videos,\nsuch as Ashes to\nAshes and\nCigarette,\nthe victim was wearing a body stocking, which was slowly burned away\nby the glowing ember of the cigarette, first at the breasts then at\nthe crotch. Those videos usually ended with the red hot tip of the\ncigarette making contact with the inner cunt flesh. The tip of the\ncigarette tended to be trailed across the flesh, rather than being\nstubbed out. None of the women seemed to end up with terrible scars\nor burns. \n

\n\tFrom then on cigarette\ntorture was a real turn on for Cammy. She had ruled it out as being\nunrealistic, and causing mutilation. But it showed that it could be\ndone. In some of the videos, like Cigarette,\nthe victim was burning herself. Cammy decided that she would have to\ntry it, even though she didn’t smoke.

\n\tSubmissive were also burned\nwith flash cotton set alight (Flash\nCotton – Ruby)\nand candle flames (various). Women were whipped, over and over again.\nWomen were shocked, in arseholes, urethras and cunts. Stinging\nnettles were used. Even leeches were allowed to fasten themselves\nonto genitalia (Bath\nDiver). Yet none of\nthe women on the site seemed to have any scars which Cammy could see.\n\n

\n\tOne of the favourites of\nCammy, after the ones involving cigarette torture, involved Jeby as a\nvictim. In it Queensnake inserted a metal cunt-spreader in Jeby’s\nsnatch, and a kind of metal sound up Jeby’s peehole. Wires to a\nshock device were attached to each. Queensnake took great delight in\nsending shocks between Jeby’s peehole and the walls of her cunt,\nover and over, for a far greater period than Cammy had ever suffered.\nIt was not really possible to tell just how bad the shocks were, but\nCammy bet that they were not light. Jeby really suffered. \n

\n\tThe best bit was at the end,\nthough, when Queensnake leaves the shocks coming at random, turns out\nthe light, and leaves Jeby in the dark. But you can see a brief light\neach time a shock comes. Cammy imagined that it was her, there, tied\nup and being shocked, and that she was left all through the night,\nwith no way to escape, and no way to escape the shocks. Oh, the idea\nof that caused her to cum and cum again. To be locked up like that,\nand have no control, was undeniably erotic.

\n\tShe wondered whether she\ncould set up something like that in her room, maybe one Saturday\nnight running into Sunday morning. She knew that you could get time\nrelease padlocks. She could get some of those and chain herself up so\nthat she could not escape, with a metal sound in her peehole and a\nthick metal dildo stretching her young cunt. She was sure that she\ncould turn control of the shocks over to people logging into her\ncamming site, so that they could control the intensity and frequency\nof the shocks. The problem before was that she had allowed one\ncontinuous shock. She could get over that by having the shocks on a\npulse, with a shock only lasting a second or so and, at the most,\ncoming every couple of seconds. That wouldn’t kill her. The more\nthat she thought about it the more that she wanted to do it. But that\nwould mean going and negotiating with Kate, and she didn’t want any\npressure to become her permanent slave, for the simple reason that\npart of Cammy wanted to give in, to become a slave forever. But she\nwas not yet ready for that sort of a commitment.

\n\tThe fantasy, though, of an\nextended, gruelling session would not go away – nor, for that\nmatter, did the fantasy of being a 24/7 slave.

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\nThings changed for Cammy after\none of her Roman History lectures, strangely enough, the last place\nthat Cammy had thought would lead to anything interesting. The woman\ngiving the lecture was one Mrs Anderson.

\n\tMrs Anderson was in her\nforties. She had short blonde hair, and was of average height. She\nwas maybe a little too broad. Cammy had never bothered about how Mrs\nAnderson had looked in the past. She had just been a lecturer. But\nnow, in her highly-sexualised state, Cammy couldn’t look at\nsomebody without imagining them naked. In her mind’s eye she saw a\nnaked Mrs Anderson on her knees, one hand buried in her blonde bush,\nwhile the other held a spurting male cock as it delivered hot, white\ncum onto her smiling face. Her eyes were closed because they were\ncovered by the cum of men who had orgasmed beforehand. Spunk dripped\noff her face onto her full breasts. And there were dozens of naked,\naroused men waiting to cum all over the lecturer’s face, in this\nsplendid bukkake…

\n\tCammy sat down, intending to\nconcentrate ion the lecture.

\n\t“Miss Cammy Logan, please\nsee me at the end of the lecture.” Mrs Anderson said. Cammy had to\nsit through the entire lecture on Eliogabalus not knowing what Mrs\nAnderson wanted. But it couldn’t be good. it had to be with the\nfact that she had lost concentration on her course.

\n\tAt the end of the lecture\nCammy walked down to where Mrs Anderson waited to speak to her,\nfeeling like a condemned woman approaching the guillotine. \n

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