Blissful Torment

Lily's younger years had been more complicated than most people's. Not only did had she never met her father, but her mom had always claimed he was a god. Or demon. Or wizard. The story was never quite consistent. Of course it could not possibly be true either way. 

However something started to get weird during her 25th year of life. Precisely on the 9324th day - not that she had pinpointed it that precisely - she came down with a horrible migraine for a couple days, and was just recovering. When she returned to work a few days later, she noticed that she had suddenly became an exhibitionist: It aroused her when people stared at her. No matter how big a creep looked at her with greedy eyes, it turned her on, and she could feel her clit throb. Of course she would never tell anyone, but for quite a while she was convinced she had just discovered a kinky new side of herself. 

It was very distracting - what should have been an option of pleasure seemed to push hard into her daily life, with every look she got turning her brain to mush and making her want to hump the nearest object. Weirdly (and worse), sometimes she found herself turned on even when she was unaware of someone staring at her. That made no sense: How could exhibitionism turn her on when she was not even conscious of it? At first she theorized that she must have been subconsciously aware of the voyeur, but the more often it happened the less that seemed likely.

After a particularly distracting week at the office, her curiosity and want to regain control over her own life won out, and she did an experiment: She sat down in a coffee shop and closed her eyes in between note-taking. After an hour of meticulous practise and cross-checking, she could reliably predict how many people were looking at her, just by concentrating on her level of arousal. Every person staring was like turning the dial on a vibrator up by a notch. It was a a both frightening and clarifying observation: She was not a pervert, but she must be a freak.

Her next insight came only minutes later, still sitting in the very same coffee shop. A friendly looking guy with a hipster beard and the obligatory MacBook caught her eye from across the room (she could feel her pussy clench immediately) then came over and sat down next to her. He greeted her, and started to chat her up. She felt herself get wetter, and it was hard for her to keep track of the conversation. The amount of interest he showed clearly had an effect on her, driving her to the edge just before an orgasm. She quickly excused herself - red cheeks and shaky legs - and all but ran from the café.

Over the next few days, she changed a lot of things about herself: She started to dress more sloppily, she skipped make-up, and she avoided public or crowded places. Soon, she had a grip on her problem: She avoided too much attention, and was getting used to a low level or arousal throughout the day when interacting with people. 

It even had positive sides: She was generally in a good (if slightly distracted) mood, and casual sex (with her long-term FWB) became spectacular. If her partner desired her, it turned her on. Whenever he came inside of her, his enjoyment of the moment reliably pushed her into a hard climax, on top of whatever they were doing. She absolutely did not mind, as the low-key arousal all day long was always making her horny, and more and/or better orgasms were more than okay by her.

Of course it all went horribly wrong. One of her friends took a group picture when they met for a girl's night (dinner, wine and bitching about life). Unbeknownst to her, the camera caught her just right, making her face look pretty, her tits big and her waist small. On the other hand, her three friends all ended up looking stupid. Ashley blinked, Ruby was about to sneeze, and Beverly was the kind of girl to always make a stupid face. Since Beverly was highly amused by the picture, it still got uploaded it to Facebook.

That would not have been a big problem. Sure, it was an incredibly flattering picture, but only a handful of people saw it. Starting a few minutes later, and lasting for a couple days, Lily felt just a bit better than normal, and extra horny on top. In fact she got off a couple times every night from both the pleasure, but also just knowing she was being desired.

But then a few days later some smart-ass on reddit grabbed the picture of the four girls, put a meme title on it ("Tinder pictures: How three out of four girls get good profile pictures!") and uploaded it to /r/Tinder.

Lily was just about to have a coffee in the morning when she felt her clit suddenly start to buzz. Nothing she had never experienced, but with every second it became more intense. Soon she was biting back a moan, feeling as if someone was holding a industrial strength vibrator on full power against her clit. Her phone buzzed, and for a second she was confused about where the vibrations were even coming from.

It was Ashley, the reddit fanatic of the group, complaining about their picture making the front page. Panicked and dishevelled, Lily followed the link. She saw her picture with thousands of upvotes. For a second she admitted she looked rather spectacular, having mostly seen herself deliberately ugly in the mirror for months, but as another moan escaped her lips she knew she needed to stop it.

She quickly wrote a message to the author, begging him to take it down -- But she made a terrible mistake. Instead of writing a primate message, she publicly replied to the post, the mobile interface of reddit notoriously unclear about that very important distinction.

Moments later, she felt herself reach an edge. Hard. And immediately again. And once more. She gasped and clenched the table as a full thirteen brutal edges washed over her, one barely stopping before the next one began.

Confused and flustered, she looked at her phone. Push notifications were coming in. Compliments. Insults. Slut-shaming. And worst of all: People were asking her out, both in comments, but also in pms. It took her another two minutes of panicked clicking through the rarely used interface to delete her comment again and return to anonymity, constantly being interrupted by edge after edge. 

Even after deletion, another two dozen edges washed over her before the flood of messages abated, and she was panting and trembling like a sub that had just gone through an award winning scene with her sadistic denial-loving dom.

And then the orgasms started, first slowly, then faster and faster as more and more people saw the picture when it got crossposted to /r/realgirls. There are a lot of people on reddit looking for wank material, and while a single person getting off would only give her a light buzz, dozens at the same time was like injecting raw orgasms directly into her veins. She kept climaxing for a very long time, soon unable to count or distinguish them, just one monstrous deluge of tormenting bliss until her mind could not hold on any more.

When she regained consciousness, it was dark outside. Her mouth was dry, her throat was exhausted from screaming, her cunt was painfully sore from clenching around nothing over and over again, every limb was trembling. It took her nearly half an hour just to get up from the puddle on the floor, another handful late orgasms rocking through her tortured body, like aftershocks after an earthquake.

The post had been deleted for privacy reasons. The following weeks were punctured by frequent orgasms at all times, as a couple people had saved the picture, reposted it on 9gag, written silly erotica about it, or just wanked to the memory. The more time passed, the more she became turned on by the very idea of feeling more pleasure than should be physically possible, completely unable to stop or prevent it. Frightening, but enticing.

It is said that she still frequents /r/gonewild to this day, posting a picture with a teasing headline all but begging for people to send her dirty messages and asking her out, then deleting it and the account shortly thereafter, riding the wave of edges and orgasms, never knowing if it would take a couple minutes or the whole weekend. The thrill of not knowing what would happen only turned her on more.

2019-08, © Blissful Torment