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 The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 24

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Chapter 24

   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 actually
recovered relatively quickly from the piercing, but Dr.  Shakiro's orders
were followed to the letter.  My clit was off limits to everyone except for
applying antiseptic and examination by the doctor and the Marquis.  The
Marquis was extremely concerned about sensitivity and wanted assurance from
Shakiro that all was well.

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

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

   The Marquis provided more fetish DVD's for me to watch during the day.
Also, I had begun a reading program which included 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 wore this virtual reality head mounted display which was
computer controlled.  All kinds of erotic images and scenarios were
constantly displayed through them and run through my head.  The images were
actually amazing.  It was just like being there.  I found myself waking up
in the morning recalling some very vivid and arousing scenes.  When I awoke
my clit was always hard and throbbing, and my pussy was usually very wet. I
was not exactly sure what happened in my subconscious during the night, but
my waking hours were filled dark erotic images .  I was such a slut.

   My hair was now kept at waist length although I'm sure if it wasn't cut
it would be much longer.  How ironic that I was 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 was reading The Story of O when Claire came in
to milk me.  I reluctantly put my book down.  She unclasped my bra and
removed it.  I was never allowed to do anything myself except on rare
occasions.

   "How's your book, Gwen?" she asked.

   "It's very arousing," I answered.

   "Mmmmmm, I can imagine," she said as she pulled on my nipples.  My clit
responded almost immediately, and I went weak in the knees.  It didn't take
much to get me at the edge these days.  I hadn't cum in so long.  Could you
imagine what torture that was for me when you consider my body was being
remolded as a sex machine and my mind was fed nothing but erotica?

   I wished 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 was appealing.

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

   "You are a nasty little slut," she said as she raised her skirt.  She
took my head and guided me to her clit.  I ran my tongue over her little
clit and then took it in my mouth.

   "That 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 worked my tongue up and down between her pussy lips as she held my
head and encouraged me.  I imagined that she was doing the same to me.

   "Oh yeah, lick me, slut," she said.

   I buried my tongue up her pussy, sucking in her juices.  She ground her
pussy into my face, bathing my face with her juices.  I licked and lapped,
devouring her sopping wet pussy.  I was so fucking hot!

   She moaned as my tongue expertly aroused her, the studs in my tongue
driving her wild.

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

   "I'm going to cum!  Oh God, yes eat me!  Eat me, you nasty slut!" she
screamed as she ground her clit into my nose, my mouth working frantically
on her labia.  Her juices poured out all over my face, and I lapped up the
nectar as quickly as I could.

   "Oh yeah, eat my pussy!  That was so good," she said as I cleaned up the
mess she made.

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

   She then ordered me to stand and assume the position.  The cups were
placed over my breasts, and the machine came alive sucking the milk out of
me.

   She stood behind me and kissed the nape of my neck.  She pulled my hair
forcing my head back as she trailed kisses from my neck up to my ear.  The
machine continued to drone on.  Chills ran up and down my spine.

   "Do you know how fucking hot you get me, Gwen?" she whispered in my ear.
Her hands reached around and cupped the sides of my breasts.  My clit ached
as my pussy dripped.  I so badly needed a hard cock shoved up me.  I moaned
enjoying her hands roaming all over my body.

   Her right hand moved down and squeezed my ass and then found its way to
my anus.  By this time the machine had drained my breasts and Claire needed
to attend to it.  She turned off the machine and detached 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 departed, leaving me so fucking horny.

   I got back to my reading, wanting so much to touch my clit, to rub and
squeeze it until I came, but I couldn't.  I was constantly watched and
monitored by the chambermaids and hidden cameras.  Nothing escaped the
Marquis's eye.



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

   I was abruptly brought back to reality when the door to my room opened.
It was the Marquis!  He had Duke, his prize Doberman with him.

   I started 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 ordered.

   I did as I was directed.  The Marquis sat next to me as Duke sat between
my legs, panting.  His lolling tongue was only inches away from my pussy.

   The Marquis checked my clit, running his finger up and down it's length.

   "Can you feel that, Gwen?" he asked.

   "Oh God yes, sir," I answered.

   "Good, it appears that the piercing is a success," he announced.

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

   "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 answered, licking my lips with a lustful look in my
eye.  I could imagine him sitting there nude with a massive hard on.

   His hand was now running up and down my inner thigh, and I began to pant
I was so aroused.  I kept one eye on the dog whose hot breath I could feel
on my pussy lips.  That lolling tongue congered up all sorts of nasty
images.

   "Well, Gwen, I have a little surprise for you," he said.

   "A surprise, sir?" I asked.

   "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 was truly surprised and honored that the Marquis would do something
like that for me.  How did he know that I loved 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 asked smiling at me.

   "It's beautiful," I responded.

   "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 explained.

   All this time he had been rubbing my leg, getting me more and more
aroused.  Did he know what he was doing to me?  I hadn't cum in over two
months, and I was always in a highly aroused state.  I couldn't take my
eyes off the dog, sitting so close to me between my legs with his lolling
tongue.  His panting was causing my pussy to tingle all over.  I could feel
his hot breath.  I had nasty thoughts of him lurching forward and burying
his snout in my pussy, licking me until I came.  I must get a hold of
myself.

   "Shall we try your new chains on?" he asked.

   "Oh, yes, please," I immediately answered.

   "Stand up and get into position," he ordered.

   I stood and spread my legs wide, locking my hands behind my head.  My
breasts were thrust forward, and I hoped the Marquis would give them some
attention.  My nipples were standing out hard, begging to be sucked and
bitten.  Oh yes, he was going to touch me!

   Duke stood and sniffed my pussy as I spread my legs.  My clit throbbed.
The Marquis pushed him away.

   The Marquis then removed the old chains from my labia.  I shivered. 
After attaching one of the new chains to the rings in my labia, I could
immediately feel the difference.  This chain was much heavier and pulled
down on my pussy lips.  He then attached the other two new labia chains. 
My labia was being stretched already.  What would happen after wearing them
for a day?  a week?  a month?  Now he took the larger chain and attached it
to my clit ring.  He lets go, and I could feel the downward tug of the
chain, pulling my clit.  Chills ran up and down my spine.

   The Marquis stood back and admired his handiwork.

   "They are exquisite!  You look absolutely stunning!"

   "Thank you, sir," I answered.

   "Walk across the room for me," he commanded.

   I lowered my arms and walked over to the door.  The labia chains moved
up and down while the clit chain swayed back and forth.  The whole
experience was very arousing.  How would I ever survive this without
cumming?  I loved the way my clit throbbed and my pussy fluttered with the
stimulation, but the way I had been denied could only mean a living hell
for me.

   "You look so sexy.  Your new chains make your outfit!" exclaimed the
Marquis.  He was very pleased with himself.  "You look so aroused but upset
at the same time.  What's wrong, Gwen?" he asked.

   I was not sure I should say anything, but he wanted honesty and devotion
so I would 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 asked.

   "I love being aroused, sir, but I also love cumming!"

   "I know that!  What's the point, Gwen?" he said.

   "I haven't cum in over two months.  Why get me so aroused if you won't
let me cum, sir?" I asked 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 said, knowing that life would get more difficult before
it got any better.

   "You're becoming a sexual animal, Gwen, craving nothing but sexual
gratification no matter how perverse or disgusting."

   "Yes, sir," I said.  I was so disappointed, knowing there was nothing I
could do to please him.  Abusing, humiliating, and denying me was his only
form of gratification.  The more I suffered the happier he was.  A tear
escaped from my eye.

   "Then what's the problem!" he screamed.

   "That may be satisfying to you, but denying me is not satisfying.  I am
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 cried.

   "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
screamed.

   "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 said resigned.  There was no sense in arguing with him.  I
would only make 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 said as he stormed out, taking Duke with
him.

   Monique came over and took charge of me.  What had I done?  Why did I
say anything?  What did he plan on doing to me?





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