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Cameltoe: Levels of Pleasure

By: restrainedqueen



It is amazing how a discerning mind can so carefully dissect the distinct levels of pleasure gained from a single one-off experience. Levels indicate that there is an exponential increase, and as one goes ascends the ladder it brings more satisfaction of the variable in question- like Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs or the seven Heavens in Islam. That evening the restrained queen was about to find out about her own.

The excited queen emerged from her dressing room in her panties and bra and a well-made face; excited for her first Carnival fete. She paraded playfully in her lingerie in front of her Master who was seated comfortably on the couch in the living room, testing to see if his eye would wander to her. She just wanted a look of approval, a narrowing of the eyes or a smirk at the end of a mouth. There was no plans for play this evening as she had to meet her friends in less than an hour. 

Level 1: "The camel created for a Master by his willing property to please his eye when ordered to. That is the first level of pleasure - the pleasure of ownership and commanding my obedient piece of meat to perform." 

Gaining what she wanted, she turned and was about to step back in to her dressing room when she heard it. "Cameltoe." One single word that would make her ooze a drop of cocklube onto her fresh panties. When he left her the detailed letter on the kitchen table to be discovered the night before, she became so aroused and was hungry to carry out such a performance for her One True Master, her mind was reeling all night. It mattered not that she had plans, they could wait as pleasing her Master's wishes was all she wanted. Her heart would swell with pride knowing that he was content with her. After all she was his treasured piece of brown cockmeat, a resource, like an animal or a machine, to be utilised to attain maximum pleasure with greatest efficiency. 

Level 2: "The second level of pleasure begins with the lowering or removal of the panties to prepare the cunt - for a proper camel toe is created on a cunt oozing copious quantities of cock lube - a cunt that is masturbated especially to create the camel toe while I watch."

The queen tried to maintain her composure as she stood in the middle of the living room. He did not need to command her, she knew what she had to do. She spread her legs wider and avoided his intense stare as she slowly and carefully removed her panties, sliding each end down a little each time. As they reached her ankles she pulled them off with her toes to expose a cunt that was already glistening, ready for his dominant cock. 

He pointed to the floor, and she assumed the position he chose for masturbation- lying on her back with her knees wide apart to expose her cunt fully to his eyes. As she hit the floor she noticed the new pink vibrating egg. She pushed it into her and began to apply her fingers to her clit, rubbing it vigorously in a circular motion. 

Level 3: "A third level of pleasure is delivered for my enjoyment if the cunt is masturbated until extremely close to orgasm and the clit is jutting out and throbbing as much as it is able."

She began to moan as it felt good with the pressure of the round edged egg in her and the fact that she saw her Master's jeans swell with his growing pleasure with her. That turned her on even more and she knew that the great climax was coming. She rubbed harder and harder, stabbing her fingers violently in her cunt in the spaces around the egg. Her cunt became so damp that the motion made a loud sloppy noise. She began to sweat with pleasure and grabbed her breasts, and then she felt a strong vibration, one that shook the walls of her cunt and echoed in her lower stomach. She looked up at him and noticed he was controlling the egg with a remote. She persisted on, knowing that she would have to restrain herself. It was difficult as he ultimately toyed with her by changing speeds, and switching it on and off. She thrust her hips up into the air at the intense sensation. She used her fingers to spread her cuntlips to show him that her clit was jutting out and throbbing. "Stand up." 

Level 4: "A fourth pleasure occurs as the panties are pulled up tightly and the strain of the pull shows on the subs face." 

She was frazzled as she tried to pick up the pieces of herself, she had come so close to squirting oblivion. She stood up with wobbly knees and grabbed her discarded panties on the floor, and stepped into them. With two hands she pulled them up tightly by their ends and made a black string to be lodged between her cuntlips. The cloth met a soaked and slippery destiny from the quantity of milky cocklube that was also staining her thighs. As she pulled it higher and higher, she gasped as it assaulted her throbbing and painful clit that was begging for release.

Level 5: "A fifth pleasure is delivered if the panties are pulled up tight enough to hurt as they dig into the wet slit and crush the clit."

She kneeled closely in front of her Master and yanked the panties with all her might, to ensure that they dug into the wet clit and crush her clit. She yanked them again and again and reminded herself to be careful as this could also bring her to premature orgasm. She pulled them so hard that her face showed pain but her Master knew better. The rhythm of the pull was not what he wanted. He wanted pain, not the painful pleasure that she was self-inflicting. He leaned forward, grabbed her hair and roughly wrapped it around his wrist, and slapped her face. "Again." She knew she had to begin again. She began to cry as she felt reprimanded by her Master and was angry that she had displeased him. With her mascara and eyeliner beginning to run with her excessive tears she pulled the panty into her so hard that she screamed as though it was going to slice her in half all the way to her neck. She maintained the force but feared that the pressure was going to rupture her clit. 

Level 6: "If all 5 levels of pleasure are delivered satisfactorily I find myself wanting the sixth level of pleasure - and that is to force my swollen cock's head into the camel toed slit as far as it can go and be jacked off by the submissive to fill the panty cunt with my fresh sperm..."

He did not smile with satisfaction but his eyes became watery as he bore holes into her with them from burning desire. He slid off the couch and dropped to his knees, unbuttoning his jeans to expose his cock. It sprung out violently as it had now been released from its denim slavery. It was throbbing- alive with veins bursting with rapid blood flow and its purple head dotted with pre cum and pulsing with need to give the restrained queen a meal. She fell back and spread eagled, as he led his member to her panty filled hole. With one hard thrust he pushed it into her as far as it could be accommodated. The touch of his skin on hers made her cunt muscles leap with hunger. The pressure on her overstimulated clit was also sending her into a numb frenzy. She took hold of herself and wrapped her hand around his cock, and began to slide it up and down vigorously to extract her reward. Soon she felt the familiar wetness as his warm seed filled the space enveloped by the panty. He grunted in approval as he returned to his seat above her.

Level 7: "From which I can derive a seventh level of pleasure by watching the tight wet camel toe drip my cock juice whilst I enjoy a nice cold Peroni or a glass of wine with a smoke."

The queen was bursting with happiness at gaining her Master's approval. She remained with a serious demeanour as he reached for his glass of wine that was waiting for him on the coffee table and lit a smoke. His eyes remained fixed on her tight wet cameltoe. As she lay there she gazed at the smoke rings that he blew into the air while she felt a coolness between her legs as the thick white sperm settled and then slowly slid down-a slow journey towards her asshole. She felt little as it made its way on the clothed surface, but as time passed it trickled to her inner thighs, tickling her but she dared not touch. Maybe an hour passed as he enjoyed watching, she did not know, and she did not care.

Level 8: "A masochistic piece of cockmeat can deliver an eighth level of pleasure by begging to have its camel toed cunt beaten until it sheds tears of pain to drip onto my cock."

What was next? He looked at her in anticipation which was new-she did not know how to react. She could have laid there and brought herself to orgasm with her own hands or any toy of her choice but that felt anticlimactic. She knew what she wanted and felt shy all of a sudden- she lowered her eyes and muttered. "Hurt me," as she widened her legs further as an invitation. He smirked, and she knew it wasn't going to be easy. He did not budge. She pleaded again. "Please hurt me." No reaction. "Please hurt me, Master, I beg you." She writhed like a spoilt toddler on the ground as she begged. "Please hurt me." He grabbed the leather whip that was also lying on the table, placed there perhaps in foresight and shifted to the edge of his seat. She also slid closer to him to receive her gift. 

He began his merciless beating of her cunt. The whip was not heavy but had many thin leather strands that with enough force would sting the skin and leave red trails. He flicked his hand again and again, landing each lash before the pain of the last wore off. The lashes stung the lips and exposed areas of her skinned out cunt. Her mind was blackening with every stroke and she even pulled the cameltoe aside so that some lashes could land on her clit. The space between her thighs was becoming numb yet felt like a large burning flame. The pain had become unbearable and she felt as though she was hearing the wails of someone else, not hers. 

As he whipped her she could take it no more, she was sweaty, spent, her face was wet with tears as she shove her two fingers to find her G spot and with three jabs she sprayed her squirt juice onto the rug and screamed her cum phrase 10 times in a muffled hoarse tone. 

The intensity of all the levels of pleasure, the painful reward and the punishment was too much for her to bear. More hot tears sprung from her burning eyes and she sat up to kneel in front of her Master with all the energy she had left. She cried silently and let the tears drip onto his cock as he sat comfortably and watched the back of her mangled hair. 

Level 9: "And then provide the ultimate and ninth level of pleasure by lovingly licking them off."

Finally the restrained queen had calmed down as the tears released her pent up emotion. She felt relaxed and her heart was swollen with love for her Master and she mustered up the courage to look up at him and their eyes met. Satisfied, she stuck out her tongue and licked the length of her Master's cock to sap up the wetness that tainted it, not until she finally took its head in her mouth to dry the last bit of salty tears.