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Slave abby's Headaches
The Owner calls slave abby into his study, as usual. She pleases him with her deference and posture, that she always shows when he does this. She is pleasantly surprised when he pays attention to her straight away. Although he appears to be working at his computer, he speaks to her immediately.
"Put on the item of clothing laid out for you," he says, and slave abby does so. It is a rubber pair of panties, with a slit to provide access to her privates. She looks at them in fear, for she sees what looks like a battery pack attached to them at the rear, and metallic elements in strategic positions. She does not like electric shocks, and the Owner knows this. She fears that she has displeased him somehow, and that she is to be punished in a way that the Owner knows will dismay her. Even so, she does not hesitate for more than a heartbeat before pulling the panties over her bare skin, putting the various attachments right up against her skin. They press against her labia and her groin, also. The Owner then hands to slave abby a similarly equipped bra that she has to put on. She is almost in tears now, believing she knows what will happen next.
She is wrong, and she is amazed when the Owner rises from his chair and walks over to her, and starts caressing her tenderly. In her heart she tells herself that this is just like the Owner: he will lull her into a false sense of security, and then he will shock her when she is at her most vulnerable. But he does not stop.
She can feel his fingertips through the bra, tickling and working at her nipples, and she sighs. She is unsure about what posture she should take, but the owner has not told her to do anything but stand there, so she waits as he carefully handles her breasts, beginning to smile and enjoy the sensations despite her fears.
She is becoming aroused, and the Owner is obviously pleased by this: slave abby gives herself up to the arousal, knowing that it is futile to try to prevent the punishment that she still believes will occur. The Owner moves one hand to her crotch, and lightly fiddles with slave abby's clitoris. He knows his slave's reactions so well by now, that she is soon moaning with pleasure. Now he makes her bend at the knees, until she is kneeling before him. Slave abby opens her mouth to receive his cock, as so many times before, but he does not seek her mouth this time. He is kneeling also, and using his hands with such consummate devotion to pull slave abby deeper into arousal. She no longer knows what he intends to do to her, but she wants to enjoy the moments of pleasure while they last. She can see that the owner's penis is rigid, but he has not yet unleashed it. She dares not hope that he will fuck her here, in his study. She has serviced him with her mouth here, but rarely does he give her any direct pleasure from his cock, not here in his sanctum.
And yet, he orders her to place her head upon the carpet, her elbows and hands on the floor. Now, in her prone position, he feels her breasts through their rubber bra; he fondles once more her clitoris and her labia, and then kneels behind her. While he removes his trousers, she fills with pleasure that she is to be granted such an unusual privilege, and then she feels his cock pushing between her pussylips, barging its way into her tunnel as she loves for it to do so. She moans with pleasure, communicating her joy in primal vocalisations. The owner slides his cock back and forth within her, sensuously, teasingly, almost making her beg for it. But she feels his pace quicken, and her own arousal begins to accelerate towards the inevitable. As he begins to bang into her, as she feels him using her rather than loving her, she cums with a guttural cry; she rides it out, using her body as so often before to bring on her Owner's orgasm, yearning to feel his seed inside her…but he has already withdrawn. He is still rock-hard and erect, and has not cum in her as she desired. Her face even after the pleasure of her own climax, is a picture of dejection: why does he not wish to fill her with his semen? He dismisses her, and returns to his computer.
He does not allow her to remove the panties and bra for the rest of the day. She must wear them, he says, at all times except when being cleaned. He explains during the day, that they are loaded with sensors that monitor her body's reactions to stimuli. He is recording, he says, the signature of her orgasm, so that his computer will be able to tell whenever she has, or is about to have, an orgasm. Slave abby feels trapped more than ever before. She knows she is not supposed to cum without permission, but never before was there a way that the owner could keep tabs on her if he was not present. But now he could make sure that she was safely locked up in the recording panties, perhaps with some other garment locked over them to make sure, and then even when he left her alone, he would know if she had transgressed. Her heart sinks.
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Over the next two weeks, the Owner makes slave abby cum for him time and again, over fifty orgasms in the space of fifteen days. She feels exhausted but pleased: normally the Owner rations her climaxes sparingly, as if they were in limited supply. She knows that she cums only for his pleasure, and normally that means he prevents her cumming for her own pleasure. Now, though, he brings her off almost more often than she can bear. And she always knows that every orgasm is recorded by the computer, and is a further nail in the coffin of her occasional freedom and rebellion.
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At last, the Owner is satisfied that the computer can identify when slave abby is on the verge of climax. He brings her once more to his study. This time, he adds to her outfit a helmet: a punishment helmet, it seems to slave abby. She has worn such things many many times. He pulls it on over her head, and she finds her vision blocked. She is gagged by it and only able to breathe through her nose. The Owner fastens it tightly, and slave abby feels then the tight pressure of many conic metal studs on the inside of the helmet, pressing on her scalp. It is painful and restricting, and she thinks she likes it. She does not have any idea what its purpose could be, except to add a new dimension of sensation to a favourite form of bondage.
Oh! And how delightful when the Owner fondles her in her intimate areas again; no matter how many times she has cum, it is always a joy to her to be thus the focus of his attention. He does not spend long on such foreplay, though. Once he has bound her wrists, he forces her to kneel and, kneeling before her, he forcefully takes her as his property – which is, of course, all she is. Oh, how the sensory deprivation focuses slave abby's awareness on the meaty shaft, the iron rod, that pounds into her cunt! Oh, how she rides with joy the treasure of being in his study, being fucked by the man who owns her, and unable to stop him or see him, but only feel his energy and his manhood!
She feels herself reach the precipice beyond which lies the ecstasy of orgasm…
And her head explodes with pain, as each one of those studs delivers an electric shock to her skull. It is only mild, but the headache it induces is unbelievable. Slave abby screams into her gag, but there is hardly anything audible. Her eyes fill with tears, and she struggles in the grip of her owner; but he ignores her agony and fucks her harder. And through the pain, slave abby finds that she still orgasms, and is almost ashamed to find that she has done so just as the Owner spurts forth his cream into her hungry pussy. She wishes she could see the Owner's face, and know whether he is triumphant at the completion of his diabolical scheme, or if he shows sympathy for slave abby for what he has done to her, or if he is comforting her…
She never knows it, but it is all three, one after the other. After he smiles devilishly, his eyes soften; and at last he strokes her body gently. She warms to his touch, relieved that he does care, that he is not purely cruel, but is kind as well, and that she belongs to him and is his pet.
He explains that she will have to repay him for each of the 50 orgasms she had before, by cumming that many times while wearing the headache helmet. And then, whenever he wishes her not to cum, he can put her in the helmet and sensor panties, and she will not dare, for the hideous pain that it will induce if she does.
"Yes, Master," she sighs, as her slavery is reinforced again.
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This story is inspired by the medical condition Benign Orgasmic Headache Syndrome, which is a real condition that affects roughly four times as many men as it does women. The moments before orgasm, when the climax is almost certain to occur, triggers migraine-strength headaches. There is no known cause for this syndrome, and the only way to get rid of it is to abstain from orgasms for a while, and hope that it has gone by the time you have your next one.
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slave abby responds: " i was sloppycrotched over what you wrote"
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