Blissful Torment

Winning an all-inclusive spa holiday was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Or maybe the best. It's hard to tell now. Sure, in the beginning it was fun. Great even! I got to show off my new bathing clothes to everybody, after having spent painful months of going to the gym three times a week.

But when I was there, I turned heads with my black thong and bikini that covered my body only barely. It only took a couple hours before I got offered a first drink. I hesitated (alcohol is definitely not how you get or keep a tight body), but then thought I could afford to reward myself. I had barely finished the Champagne before a glass of red wine appeared in front of me. I shrugged, and kept drinking.

I faintly remember feeling a little dizzy, and then I woke up tied down and blindfolded. A sweet smell hang in the air.

I had barely woken up and started to stir, when I felt a buzzing between my legs. I wanted to pull them closed, but I was tied spread-eagle to a bed-frame. It brushed lightly on my crotch, over the bikini panties I was still wearing.

Nothing was said, I could not hear a person, and nobody answered when I shouted for help. Just the gentle vibrations. They felt good, despite it all. After a couple minutes, I gave up struggling, the restraints did not give an inch.

After ten minutes, I started to breathe heavily, being aroused and excited. After twenty, I was softly moaning. After thirty, it wasn't softly. After an hour, I was going crazy. I needed an orgasm.

I don't know how many hours I was there on that bed, slowly losing my sanity, feeling myself leak through the panties and produce a puddle under my butt, but when I heard a door open and close, I did not ask for help, or freedom. I just asked to be made to cum, and I was ready to give up everything for it.

"I'll take you by your word," the stranger's voice said.

He turned the vibrator up, and pushed it into my clit. I saw stars, my voice failed me and I nearly passed out again. The orgasm lasted for many minutes, and I felt like my pelvic muscles were about to cramp in overexertion when he finally pulled the vibrator away.

"Do you want another round?" the stranger asked.

"No!" I immediately shouted.

"You're not ready then," he replied, turned the vibe back on, and left me in the dark again.

When he came back many hours later, I was ready to trade my soul away for the torture of being denied an orgasm to stop. He made me cum again, I am convinced I passed out for sure, and when I woke up, he asked me the same question:

"Do you want another round?"

I hesitated.

"Not ready." and click the vibe went. I could only howl in frustration.

I did not even notice him when he came back, my brain unable to process anything besides the burning need in my clit. When the vibe disappeared, I must have made a sad sound, despite that hellish device being the reason for my frustration. "Much better." I heard his voice. I felt my panties being pulled to the side, and a hard cock slide into me. I nearly died from how good it felt to finally having something that my pussy could clench on, and the orgasm exploded through me. I did not stop climaxing until he had fucked me, cum inside me, and pulled out again.

I hated every moment of it, and when he stopped, I begged for more anyway.

"Ah, it seems you're ready for your new life," he said.

"Yes..." I managed to murmur.

"Yes what?" he prompted.

"Yes Master." It was obvious.

"Do you want another round?" he asked once more.

I did not want it. I needed it. "Please. More." Those were the last words I spoke as something that could be called sentient. This was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

2019-05-05, © Blissful Torment