The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

 

Chapter 24

 

 

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TWO MONTHS LATER

 

I have spent a good part of the past two months in my chambers recovering from the clit piercing performed by Dr. Shakiro. I feel I actually recovered relatively quickly from the piercing, but Dr. Shakiro’s orders are followed to the letter.  My clit is off limits to everyone except for applying antiseptic and examination by the doctor and the Marquis. The Marquis is extremely concerned about sensitivity and wants assurance from Shakiro that all is well.

 

There’s really no reason for the Marquis to be concerned. My clit is much more sensitive now since the piercing if that is possible, standing erect at one and three quarters inches. I’m always conscious of the clit ring. My clit never retreats and hides in it’s hood but is always prominently displayed, hard and throbbing. I’m sexually aroused even during this recovery period especially during my morning walk.

 

For the first month all physical activity is curtailed, but by the second month my daily activities resume. I probably should clarify that. My genital area is off limits but I still perform other acts not involving that area. For example, the chambermaids once again are taking advantage of me. I’m sure the Marquis has given them permission.

 

The Marquis provides more fetish DVD’s for me to watch during the day. Also, I have begun a reading program which includes the complete works of the Marquis de Sade starting with the novel Justine, and other erotic fiction including  The Story of O, Fanny Hill, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, A Spy in the House of Love, and many more too numerous to mention. 

 

At night I must also wear this virtual reality head mounted display which is computer controlled.  All kinds of erotic images and scenarios are constantly displayed through them and run through my head. The images are actually amazing. It’s just like being there. I find myself waking up in the morning recalling some very vivid and arousing scenes. When I awake my clit is always hard and throbbing, and my pussy is usually very wet.  I’m not exactly sure what happens in my subconscious during the night, but I find my thoughts almost totally preoccupied with things of a sexual nature.  I’m such a slut.

 

My hair is now kept at waist length although I’m sure if it wasn’t cut it would be much longer.  How ironic that I’m always dealing with extremes – from no hair to very long hair, small clit to very large clit, large breasts to extremely large breasts….

 

On this particular day I’m reading The Story of O when Claire comes in to milk me. I reluctantly put my book down. She unclasps my bra and removes it. I’m never allowed to do anything myself except on rare occasions.

 

“How’s your book, Gwen?” she asks.

 

“It’s very arousing,” I answer.

 

“Mmmmmm, I can imagine,” she says as she pulls on my nipples. My clit responds immediately, and I go weak in the knees. It doesn’t take much to get me at the edge these days. I haven’t cum in so long. Can you imagine what torture that is for me when you consider my body is being remolded as a sex machine and my mind is fed only erotica?

 

I wish she would suck on my nipples. Better still suck on my clit.

 

“Gwen, I love that look in your eyes. You look so….. hungry. You’re such a slut. I bet you would love to eat me!”

 

Actually I would rather be eaten, but the idea of burying my tongue in her pussy is appealing.

 

I drop down on the floor to my knees, licking my lips as I stare up at Claire.

 

“You are a nasty little slut,” she says as she raises her skirt.  She takes my head and guides me to her clit. I run my tongue over her little clit and then take it in my mouth.

 

“That’s feels so good, baby. I bet you would love it if I sucked on your large nasty clit, but you know I can’t.”

 

I work my tongue up and down between her pussy lips as she holds my head and encourages me. I imagine that she is doing the same to me.

 

“Oh yeah, lick me, slut,” she says.

 

I then bury my tongue up her pussy, sucking in her juices. She grinds her pussy into my face, bathing my face with her juices. I lick and lap, devouring her sopping wet pussy. I’m so hot!

 

She moans as my tongue expertly arouses her, the studs in my tongue driving her wild.

 

She then holds my face tight to her pussy, cutting off my air. I grow frantic and panic, She releases me allowing me to gulp in large breaths of air before she once again holds me tight with my tongue buried up her pussy. She holds me tight grinding her pussy into my face until I once again grow frantic, and she releases me allowing me to briefly take in air. She does this several more times.

 

“I’m going to cum! Oh God, yes eat me! Eat me, you nasty slut!” she screams as she grinds her clit into my nose, my mouth working frantically on her labia. Her juices pour out all over my face, and I lap up the nectar as quickly as I can.

 

“Oh yeah, eat my pussy!  That was so good,” she says as I clean up the mess she’s made.

 

Oh God, how I wish I could experience the same thing. My clit aches horribly.

 

She then orders me to stand and assume the position. The cups are placed over my breasts, and the machine comes alive sucking the milk out of me.

 

She stands behind me and kisses the nape of my neck. She pulls my hair forcing my head back as she trails kisses from my neck up to my ear. The machine continues to drone on. Chills run up and down my spine.

 

“Do you know how fucking hot you get me, Gwen?” she whispers in my ear. Her hands reach around and cup the sides of my breasts. My clit aches as my pussy drips. I so badly need a hard cock shoved up me. I moan enjoying her hands roaming all over my body.

 

Her right hand moves down and squeezes my ass and then finds its way to my anus. By this time the machine has drained my breasts and Claire must attend to it.  She turns off the machine and detaches the cups from my breasts, taking time to lean over and suck my nipples into her mouth.

 

“Thank you, baby. We’ll do this again. I wish I had more time.”

 

Then she departs, leaving me so fucking horny.

 

I go back to my reading, wanting so much to touch my clit, to rub and squeeze it until I cum, but I can’t. I’m constantly watched and monitored by the chambermaids and hidden cameras. Nothing escapes the Marquis’s eye. 

 

 

 

As I read, I have a brief flashback to a different time when I served on neighborhood committees and shopped and cooked. It seems so long ago. Now I’m not allowed to do anything for myself including getting dressed.  I have this body aching for attention, and I’m not even allowed to pleasure myself and no one else will either.

 

I’m abruptly brought back to reality when the door to my room opens.  It’s the Marquis! He has Duke, his prize Doberman with him.

 

I start to get up.

 

“Remain seated, Gwen. No need to stand. Just spread your legs wide so I can check your clit, and clasp your hands behind your neck so I can look at your luscious tits,” he orders.

 

I do as I am directed. The Marquis sits next to me as Duke sits between my legs, panting. His lolling tongue is only inches away from my pussy.

 

The Marquis checks my clit, running his finger up and down it’s length.

 

“Can you feel that, Gwen?” he asks.

 

“Oh God yes, sir,” I answer.

 

“Good, it appears that the piercing is a success,” he announces.

 

“Oh yes, sir, my clit is much more sensitive since the piercing. It never gets soft and always throbs,” I add.

 

“That’s good to hear, my little slut. My goal is to have you fully aroused twenty-four hours a day. I want you to eat, breath, and sleep sex. I want your mind focused on only one thing.

 

“Yes, sir, it is,” I answer, licking my lips with a lustful look in my eye. I can imagine him sitting there nude with a massive hard on.

 

His hand is now running up and down my inner thigh, and I begin to pant I’m so aroused. I keep one eye on the dog whose hot breath I can feel on my pussy lips. That lolling tongue congers up all sorts of nasty images.

 

“Well, Gwen, I have a little surprise for you,” he says.

 

“A surprise, sir?” I ask.

 

“Oh yes, a very nice surprise. Some new jewelry to adorn your newly pierced clit and some new jewelry for your labia. I had them especially designed for you.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

I am truly surprised and honored that the Marquis would do something like that for me. How did he know that I love jewelry?

 

He opened a black velvet covered jewelry box and took out a rather large gold chain,

 

“This one is for your clit ring. It is rather heavy, weighing 230 grams. A combination of gold and other alloys had to be used in order to achieve that much weight in such a short length of chain. Do you like it?” he says smiling at me.

 

“It’s beautiful,” I respond.

 

“Yes, it will look beautiful on you, my dear, but it will also constantly pull on your clit, adding to your arousal.”

 

I knew this was his intent. Dr. Shakiro already explained it to me.

 

“Your labia chains will be replaced with these matching chains which each weigh around 200 grams, considerably heavier than the present chains you are wearing. This will help stretch your pussy lips. I want a larger labia to match your enlarged clit,” he explains.

 

All this time he has been rubbing my leg, getting me more and more aroused. Does he know what he’s doing to me? I haven’t cum in over two months, and I’m always in a highly aroused state.  I can’t take my eyes off the dog, sitting so close to me between my legs with his lolling tongue. His panting is causing my pussy to tingle all over.  I have nasty thoughts of him lurching forward and burying his snout in my pussy, licking me until I cum. I must get a hold of myself.

 

“Shall we try your new chains on?” he asks.

 

“Oh, yes, please,” I immediately answer.

 

“Stand up and get into position,” he orders.

 

I stand and spread my legs wide, locking my hands behind my head. My breasts are thrust forward, and I hope the Marquis will give them some attention. My nipples are standing out hard, begging to be sucked and bitten. Oh yes, he’s going to touch me!

 

Duke stands and sniffs my pussy as I spread my legs. My clit throbs. The Marquis pushes him away.

 

The Marquis then removes the old chains from my labia. I shiver. After attaching one of the new chains to the rings in my labia, I can immediately feel the difference. This chain is much heavier and pulls down on my pussy lips. He then attaches the other two new labia chains. My labia are being stretched already.  What will happen after wearing them for a day? a week? a month? Now he takes the larger chain and attaches it to my clit ring. He lets go, and I can feel the downward tug of the chain, pulling my clit. Chills run up and down my spine.

 

The Marquis stands back and admires his handiwork.

 

“They are exquisite! You look absolutely stunning!”

 

“Thank you, sir,“  I answer.

 

“Walk across the room for me,” he commands.

 

I lower my arms and walk over to the door. The labia chains move up and down while the clit chain sways back and forth. The whole experience is very arousing. How will I ever survive this without cumming? I love the way my clit throbs and my pussy flutters with the stimulation, but the way I have been denied can only mean a living hell for me.

 

“You look so sexy. Your new chains make your outfit!” exclaims the Marquis. He is very pleased with himself. “You look so aroused but upset at the same time. What’s wrong, Gwen?” he asks.

 

I’m not sure I should say anything, but he wants honesty and devotion so I’ll give it to him.

 

“Everything you’re done, sir, has enhanced my arousal. All I think about is sex. These new chains especially the clit chain gets me so hot just walking to the door and back.”

 

“And you don’t see this as good?” he asks.

 

“I love being aroused, sir, but I also love cumming!”

 

“I know that! What’s the point, Gwen?” he says.

 

“I haven’t cum in over two months. Why get me so aroused if you won’t let me cum, sir?” I ask timidly.

 

“Don’t you know by now that seeing you so aroused and full of lust and then denying you is what turns me on. Everything I’ve done is to enhance and increase your arousal and then to deny you release except under special circumstances.”

 

“I see, sir,” I say, knowing that life may get more difficult before it gets any better.

 

“You’re becoming a sexual animal, Gwen, craving nothing but sexual gratification no matter how perverse or disgusting.”

 

“Yes, sir,” I say.  I’m so disappointed, knowing there is nothing I can do to please him. Abusing, humiliating, and denying me is his form of gratification.  The more I suffer, the happier he is. A tear escapes from my eye.

 

“Then what’s the problem!” he screams. 

 

“That may be satisfying to you, but denying me is not satisfying. I’m always left wanting. For two months now I have not cum, but I have to make everyone else cum. Everyone is satisfied except me,” I cry.

 

“And just a short while ago you told me that all you wanted was to please me, and I started to believe you! You lying little slut!” he screams.

 

“I do want to please you, but sometimes I need to be pleased too.”

 

“You have no rights. You are my property – nothing more, nothing less.”

 

“Yes, sir,” I say resigned. There’s no sense in arguing with him. I’m only making things worse for myself.

 

“If sexual gratification is what you want, then sexual gratification is what you’ll get. Be sure to rest well tonight. You’ll need it for tomorrow’s activities. And mark my words, you’ll get all the gratification that you could possibly want,” he says as he storms out, taking Duke with him.

 

Monique comes over and takes charge of me. What have I done? Why did I say anything? What does he plan on doing to me?