The Ultimate Challenge, AKA Why I’m Such a Slut
My name is Pearl (really) and I am a permanently denied painslave. Well, at least it seems like it will be permanent. Allow me to explain.
I have always been very much into pain. I have a heavy pain tolerance and can take a lot before I get worn out. I also have an edging fetish that I did occasionally, usually always culminating in a thunderous orgasm. Even the pain made me cum. I was always so humiliated by that, and that made me cum harder.
May 1st of this year I decided to bite the bullet and go to a fetish party in town. I was nervous but very excited, and ended up playing with an amazing girl who was more than pleased to indulge me in my fetishes. “Hurt me,” I said. “Any way you want. And keep me dangling, don’t just let me cum, even if I beg.”
“You’re a denial slut? Hot,” She said, and I felt myself drip. “You into predicament bondage?”
“I’ve always wanted to try it. Do you have something I can do?”
“Come with me to the basement and I’ll show you.”
And that’s how I found myself standing on two plastic stools, my hands tied and hanging from the ceiling, my tits bound tightly, and a massive lubed dildo tip right against my asshole that was stuck to a metal bar. If I lost my footing, I was going to get impaled very deeply and very painfully. I was sopping wet just thinking about it. (And yes – I picked for it to be my ass. She was delighted.)
She got out a pair of nipple clamps and some rope, tying my nipples to my clit. Every breath, every movement tugged on both. I was in delicious agony. Then she got out the whip and went to town on me. I begged her, thanked her, screamed loud enough to draw a crowd. My muscles ached.
I lasted an entire hour before the girl finally decided she wanted to see me get impaled, so she asked for two volunteers to kick out the stools from under my feet. I begged them not to, but down I went. My asshole was stretched so painfully that I started screaming and sobbing, but my cunt gushed and I felt the overwhelming desire to cum. Every time I struggled to get off the dildo, my nipples and clit felt the cruel tug of the rope.
She whipped me some more and edged my clit mercilessly, until the only words I knew how to say were “please let me cum, please let me cum”. And then she looked me in the eye and said something that changed my life.
“You pathetic painslut. You think after all this, you deserve to cum? You can’t have it both ways. All a painslut like you deserves is to be denied.”
She didn’t let me cum, even after I got off the dildo. Sadly she left the party before I could get her number, something that saddens me to this very day. After that party, I made a pledge to not let myself cum unless I could punish myself without being such a wet slut.
Six months later, I have not had a single orgasm. I’m starting to doubt that I ever will.
