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As soon as the blindfold went over my eyes, my heart rate climbed up several notches. I’d always found it to be more than slightly scary to wear one, but the heightened sensations it gave me always made up for it.
I jumped when I felt the vibrators come on without any warning. She put both of them on full blast and I thought this was going to be one hell of a ride, but she soon turned them down to low, which was just enough to keep me distracted and fidgety.
I heard her moving stuff around on the table for a few moments and then felt a new strap going over my forearm. I’d expected something like that, since the carabineer clips I used allowed for far too much movement.
She quickly and efficiently welded my first arm to the chair using two straps on my forearm and one on my upper arm, which pulled me back deeper into the chair. She didn’t bother switching sides to fasten my other arm, but rather leaned over me so she could ‘accidentally’ keep brushing against my nipples as she worked.
I heard her move behind me for the upper arm strap, and when she reefed it tight it really sucked me hard to the chair back, which forced my breasts out farther. Leaning forward, I felt her nibbling on my earlobe while her hands started fondling my breasts. I heard Sherri scream past her gag in what sounded like a massive orgasm and I was immediately jealous.
I started squirming in my seat, getting closer and closer to my own... If Lilith would just crank up the speed on the vibes for a few seconds, that’s all it would take to send me over the edge. Instead, she stepped away and a moment later I yelped as I felt the pinch of a clover clamp on my right nipple. I knew the second one was coming, but the knowledge didn’t stop me from squealing again as I felt it bite down.
My impending orgasm faded slightly, and I wasn’t sure if I was happy about it or not. I was desperate for some relief, but I knew this was going to be a long, killer session, and if I got off too early, I would be in trouble before the night was over.
Three more straps around my torso were next. One above my breasts, one below, and the third at the waist just above the one I used to hold the remotes. As I felt her buckle it as tight as she could, I found it felt worse than wearing a corset. Breathing immediately became more difficult.
I felt her release my left ankle and wondered why she did that before strapping my legs down tighter. My ignorance was short lived as I felt a rope connected to the D-ring on my ankle cuff pulling my leg back on the outside of the chair. She pulled it almost painfully far before tying it off and repeating the process on my other leg.
This also pulled my hips forward and put more strain on my already labored breathing. She put another pair of straps around my upper thighs, but they were totally redundant at this point; I couldn’t move more than a millimeter from my neck down to my feet.
I felt her doing something with my pigtails, and I thought they were going to be tied down in order to keep my head in place, but she was far more devious than that. Instead, she tied each one to the clover clamps, meaning I could still move my head a little if I wanted to pay the price in pain.
She left a surprising amount of slack in the lines, and by leaning my head forward I found I could totally relax the pressure on my nipples. Of course she wasn’t really that sloppy... A line tied to the back of my gag harness pulled my head back and stretched my nipples out painfully again.
A ragged cry from Sherri announced yet another in a string of orgasms from her, and brought home how badly I needed to cum by now. It didn’t seem fair that I was still desperately waiting for my first, yet she was going almost non-stop. Of course, after the first one or two she was probably wishing they would give her a rest for a while, but I couldn’t spare her any sympathy.
She spent a few minutes alternating between caressing and tickling me before removing my blindfold. The harsh stage lights made my eyes water, but I soon forgot about it as I felt the vibes increase in speed.
“Keep your eyes open for the camera,” she purred. “It looks so sexy when you cum, but I’d be careful if I were you. Every orgasm you have will mean ten lashes.”
Her words gave me pause, but my pent up heat wouldn’t be denied; A few seconds later I had my first orgasm of the night, and wow, was it a good one. She’d turned up the vibrators another notch when I’d started to cum, and it led into a second, equally powerful orgasm. Since they ran right into each other, I hoped she figured it was just one long one and wouldn’t add the second set of lashes to my total.
“That looked to be a triple, if I’m not mistaken,” she said, marking the tally on her tablet.
I tried to shake my head in the negative, but the pull on my nipples quickly aborted the plan. Instead, I resorted to gag-speak to get my complaint across.
“You’re denying it?” she asked, sounding amused. “Well, nobody can say I’m not fair and open minded, so let’s get a second opinion, shall we?”
She tapped on her tablet for a minute before turning to the camera. “Ok, everyone, Jill doesn’t agree with my call on the multiple orgasms, so I’d like everyone who was watching her to place their votes on the new poll I just sent out. If she’s right then I’ll be generous and remove ten from her total, but if you vote she’s trying to cheat, then the thirty lashes will stand, plus another ten for trying to cheat.”
I saw the poll come up on the lower corner of my viewing screen, and immediately knew I was screwed. I don’t know if it really looked like a triple, or if the customers simply thought another ten whacks would be fun to watch, but the end result was a whopping 84% against me.
The unfairness of it messed with my concentration and resolve; I started to cum again. This one wasn’t as long as the first two, but the intensity seemed stronger since I was getting rather sensitive down there.
Lilith just laughed, marked the new total down, and upped the speed on the vibes again. I mumbled a curse at her through my gag, but made sure it was low enough to be unintelligible; I didn’t want to give her more reasons to unfairly up the count again.
I held out for another five or six minutes before my next one, and this time it was definitely leaning more toward pain over pleasure. She bumped up the speed one final time, but from the pouty look on her face I could tell she wished there were more settings left on the thing.
I dug into what little bit of reserves I had left, determined to keep the count down as low as humanly possible, but it wasn’t easy. Between my futile struggles, the multiple orgasms, the shooting pain from my nipples every time I moved, and the overly tight waist belt and gag, I was going into a noticeable oxygen debt.
In addition to becoming light headed, the reduced oxygen also made each orgasm more intense and harder to resist. I came four more times in the next thirty minutes... it felt more like thirty years, but I could see the clock on the wall for myself.
The show was only halfway done, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to finish; I was wiped out. It was a tremendous relief when she actually shut them off and gave me some time to recover. I was a complete rag doll, and couldn’t even be bothered to straighten my lolling head, despite the harsh pull on my right nipple.
“It’s half-time, folks,” she said to the camera. “It’s time for us to change positions on our models, which will take about fifteen minutes. We’ll keep the cameras rolling, though, so feel free to stay tuned and don’t forget we’re taking your suggestions under consideration. Suggest as many things as you’d like to see, just remember to keep it within the realms of what’s possible.”
She walked behind me before continuing. “We’ll be opening up our voting for the winner in the second half, and don’t forget our contestants have a little bit of pain due to them.”
As she finished her speech, she pulled off both nipple clamps. Despite the gag, I’m sure the viewer’s probably heard my yell, even without our sound equipment. I may have been exhausted, but that was just the thing I needed to get my mind back in gear. I was now ready to give it my all, and finish this night with a win.
Your move, Sherri.