0 comments/ 101936 views/ 6 favorites Permanent Arousal By: q-tip “Persistent sexual arousal syndrome.” Never heard of it have you? Well I have, I have it. It can be a terrible problem. Go ahead and look it up on the web, it’s very real. Until two years ago I was a fairly normal woman, mid-20’s, married to a wonderful man. I enjoyed sex, but it wasn’t the center of my life like it is now. I clearly remember the first time it happened. I was sitting on our couch, watching TV with my husband. Nothing sexual was on, just some silly sit-com. I could feel myself becoming aroused very quickly, and then I was hit by a powerful orgasm. I doubled over, moaning, my husband naturally thought something was wrong. I told him no, nothing was wrong, kinda, I’d just had one hell of an orgasm. Oh, and by the way, I was about to have another one. He held me as the second one hit, my hips pumping against his leg, moaning into his ear. When I was done he was smiling, but I wasn’t. I was scared. What was happening to me? I was panting as I looked into his face. “What’s happening to me?” I asked him. “Whatever it is, I like it!” he said grabbing my breast. The touch of his hand on my breast, I was wearing a sweatshirt without a bra, set me off again. I could not have stopped this orgasm if I wanted to. I felt his hands sliding down the front of my jeans as I came; I felt his fingers on my clit, one orgasm rolled into another. I could hear him from far away as he stripped me, “I’ve never seen you so wet, and swollen!” The orgasms continued, one after the other, as his cock slid inside me. He wasn’t there long, I don’t think it took him more than a few seconds to come, I just continued as he pulled out. Finally, they stopped. Well, they didn’t just stop. They tapered off, leaving me naked on the floor of the living room, panting, very tired, and laying in an immense wet spot. I wasn’t really done, I rarely have been really done since then. I was still very aroused, on the edge of coming. Now Don, my husband, was looking a little concerned. I explained, as best I could, what had happened, and what was happening even then. He bent over to look more closely at my pussy, placing his hand on my pubic hair, and his touch set me off again. I was completely humiliated, shamed, by what was happening. I still have the feeling of humiliation even now. “Oh god Don. I’m coming again.” As my hips pumped. “Ohhhhh…..” He quickly pulled his hand away, and my orgasm diminished. The worst part, in a way, was that these had been the best orgasms I’d ever had. I knew that even then, and I felt guilty. This situation continued all that night, the next day I couldn’t go to work. By noon I had masturbated 12 times. That actually seemed to help some, for a short time after I masturbated I would be almost normal. Well, highly aroused, ready to go, but not actually coming. I made an appointment to see my doctor that afternoon. Doctors! Two years later I finally have a name for what I have: “persistent sexual arousal syndrome.” But nobody really knows what causes it, or how to treat it. They’ve given me drugs, anti-depressants, all different kinds, but none of them have worked. I’ve learned that I don’t have the syndrome all the time, thank god. I’d be insane if I did. It starts about 5 days after my period ends each month and continues until a day or two before it starts again. So I get about a week and a half off each month. My little vacation. The sensations grow until I ovulate. For the 2 or 3 days around that time I’m completely uncontrollable. Juices will run down my leg and pool on the ground if I stand in one place too long. I have to wear a panty liner, or a tampon. I’ll masturbate in my sleep, have one nocturnal orgasm after another. I don’t need any stimulation, but even the most insignificant touch, bumping against another person in the store for instance, will cause an instant overwhelming orgasm. I can’t go out much at that time. I’ve tried a lot of things on my own. I’ve tried exercise, 2 or 3 hours a day. I’m in the best shape of my life, but it didn’t really help. I tried self-control, but since the orgasms come without regard to what I’m doing, or me, self-control is of little use. The only thing that does work at all is sex, a good hard long fuck will help for a little while. Well, that’s the background on my syndrome. A little about me: my name’s Mia and I’m 5’6”, well proportioned, and like I said in the best shape of my life. I’ve got red hair, probably because both of parents are Irish and have red hair. My skin is very pale, like many redheads, and my breasts are normal size; I’m a full “C” cup. I’m 28 years old now; I’ve been married to Don for four years. Two of them normal, two since the syndrome started. I’d been a cheerleader in high school, and in college. Our football team had played in major bowl games in both my junior and senior years in college. You might have seen me on television. I’d never been all that into sex before. I hadn’t even masturbated until I was in college. Even though Don and I had been married for two years and had made love a lot, I’d only come a few times. At first Don didn’t seem to mind much. Why should he? I was a male wet dream. But after a while the situation lost its charm for him. That’s when he started to play games on me. For instance, before he’d fuck me, he started to make me do things. Nothing strange, at least not at the beginning, but pretty soon he realized that I’d do just about anything, particularly if he wanted it done at the right time of the month. I thought nothing of his orders to get naked first and show him my pussy. That’s what I wanted to do anyway. But his first strange request was for me to get on the web and find him a good video to watch first, and to do it naked. Of course, I had no idea where to start, but after a few days I was cruising the porno sites like a pro. During the day I’d be watching a lot of interesting things, getting ideas, always in this constant state of arousal. I watched little snatches of videos of women with men, women with many men, women with men with huge penises, women with women, women with animals, women in chains. It all turned me on even further. Everyday I’d download the best videos and show them to Don when he came home. Trying to turn him on, turning to get him to fuck me. One day I downloaded one of the BDSM videos, a woman who is being tortured by a man. I was standing behind Don as he watched the video, naked of course. He watched the video, turned to me, and grasped my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled me to him. His rough touch, so unlike the way he normally touched me, caused me to come. “OOOhhh god, Don…..” “You like this stuff Mia?” he asked me. “I like anything that might turn you on,” I answered almost crying. “Do you want me to torture you like that?” he asked. “I’m so sorry I’m like this, Don. I’m so sorry. You know I’ll do anything you want me to do,” was all I could get out. Shame washed over me in waves. I was revolted with myself, and the disgust turned me on even more. His hand traveled down to my pussy, spreading my lips, feeling how completely wet I was. “How about where he calls her his slut because her cunt is so wet?” Don asked sinking three fingers inside of me. “Oh yes,” I moaned. As my humiliation grew, so did my arousal. “Are you my slut Mia?” he asked, his fingers pumping in and out of me, causing my orgasm to intensify. I hated the word “slut.” I had always despised it, now it was exciting me. The feeling of debasement was making me come harder. I had been reduced to a slut. “Ohhhh yessss,” I moaned louder. “Tell me Mia. Tell me you’re my slut now,” his fingers where pumping hard, I could see the large bulge of his cock. This was exciting him. I wanted that cock, I’d do anything to get it. “Oh yes Don. I’m your slut! I’ll be anything you want. I’ll be your whore, anything,” it was hard for me to talk coming as hard as I was, but I wanted his cock, and a part of my brain was saying: “how much more of a slut can you become anyway?” He pulled his fingers away from me, leaving me panting. “Prove it,” he said. My mind went blank. How could I prove this? “What do you want me to do, Don? I’ll do anything.” He just looked at me. “Do you want to tie me up like in the video. You can Don. You can do anything. I mean it,” I was so desperate. “Go in the other room,” he ordered. “Come back in here in 5 minutes with your proof,” he turned back to the computer, his cock obviously huge inside his pants, watching the torture video again. I stumbled from the room, confused. On the edge of orgasm again, as I always was now. It took me only 4 minutes to reenter the room. When Don turned to look at me what he saw was his wife with clothespins on each nipple and two on her labia. Written on her stomach (very poorly written since I’d had to do it in a mirror with magic marker) were the words: ‘Don’s slut.’ I was still coming from the effect of snapping the last clothespin on my labia. I had actually snapped it on twice because of the intensity of the feeling. I was humiliated standing there. Embarrassed at how I must look, and at my obvious need. I moan loudly as he pulled and twisted the clothespins, the feel of the sharp pain was exquisite. He freed his cock from his pants, a hard throbbing need. It pulsed with his heartbeat and I came just from looking at it. “Please fuck me Don,” I begged. “I’ll tell you when you’re going to get fucked Mia,” was his answer. “Oh yes, Don.” He first bent me over his chair my ass high in the air. I gasped, and came, as he roughly shoved his cock inside me. I continued to come as he pulled the clothespins on my nipples and on my labia, the rough treatment blending with the pounding of his cock inside me, setting me off over and over again. The feel of his come inside me was wonderful, and frustrating. Wonderful because of the hot pumping feel of his cock, knowing he was coming, using my pussy. Frustrating because I needed more, I wanted him to keep fucking me. I moaned my frustration, but he didn’t seem to care. I think he was beyond that now. Everything changed after that. Don would call up during the day and have me masturbate for him over the phone. He used just about everything in the house that was roughly cock shaped to fuck me. He videotaped me, took pictures of me, recorded my moans. He tied me up and used the clothespins some more. He called me names and made me humiliate myself by answering to them. He used his fist on me. He used my asshole. I didn’t care what he did, how humiliated he made me, as long as he would fuck me, or make me come enough that I could rest for awhile. One night he tied me up and used duct tape to secure a large electric vibrator to my clit. He left the room after turning on the machine and went to watch TV. An hour later, when he came back in, I was still coming, crying from the intensity, the sheets under me soaked through into the mattress. He took me out one night to have my nipples pierced. Naturally I came as the procedure was done, much to the enjoyment of the three men looking on. As I came and they watched I noticed that Don had a massive erection. Putting me on display turned him on. The piercing was done in the back of a tattoo parlor on the edge of downtown. A seedy looking storefront with the windows painted so you couldn’t see in, or out. When we walked in the two employees where working on a huge guy with a beard, putting a tattoo on his chest in an area that looked like the only place left that didn’t have a tattoo already. Don had made me masturbate in the car the entire way, but had promised to punish me if I actually came. Naturally it was impossible for me not to come, so he announced that my punishment would consist of having my nipples pierced. I didn’t protest, in some ways I was beyond caring what happening to me, as long as I came enough every day. The artist, I guess that’s the best word, who wasn’t working on the big bearded guy asked what we wanted. My husband said that we’d come to have his wife’s nipples pierced. Without batting an eye the guy told us the price, and pulled out a box of rings and studs to choose from. Don made his selection and I sat down in the chair. I was only wearing a dress, nothing under it, and Don unzipped my dressed and instructed me to pull the dress down and “show the nice man my tits.” Just the act of bearing myself to a stranger was enough, but the man was busy with his tools and didn’t notice my almost silent orgasm. Don noticed though. My nipples where hard, and when he pulled on the left one in preparation for the piercing even I noticed that I was breathing hard and starting to moan. He looked up at me a little funny, but continued to hold my nipple while he turned away to get his tools. After disinfecting my nipple he pierced me and I came, very loudly. At first I think he was afraid that he’d really hurt me, but when he realized I was just coming, and coming very hard, he just smiled and watched me. Of course, by that time everybody was watching me. “If she liked that so much, maybe we should pierce her clit too,” the man said to Don. “Maybe we should,” Don answered. “Honey, take your dress all the way off in case I decide to have your clit pierced,” he ordered me. I stood and did as he had directed me. Not in a stripper fashion, I just let my dress fall to the floor and sat back down again. I didn’t want to stand too much, my pussy was dripping down my leg. This time the man caressed my nipple, pulled it and teased it, before finally piercing me. When he did I came even harder than before. When I opened my eyes all four men were staring at me, all with obvious hard-ons. Turning to Don the man said, “piercin’s free if you let me fuck her.” His hand was still on my breast, caressing me now. “I’d pay for some of that pussy,” added the big guy. I was afraid then, scared of what might happen, but very excited. While they were looking at me my hands were clenched between my thighs, the sides of my little fingers pushed hard against my slit. I was panting, my eyes half-closed as I continued to come. I hadn’t been a virgin when we’d married, Don was the third man I’d slept with, and it was looking like I was going to double that number in just a few minutes. My legs spread wide, almost of their own accord. The men’s eyes immediate shot to my pussy. “Nope. Not tonight guys,” Don said grabbing my hand. Now Don isn’t a small guy or I think things might have gotten out of hand. He pulled me out of the tattoo parlor naked, just holding my dress. Four blocks later Don pulled the car over quickly unzipped his pants freeing his hard cock. He couldn’t wait any longer as he pulled me over the center console and slid inside me. “You’d have fucked them wouldn’t you, slut?” he asked me. I was panting, fucking his cock as hard as I could. Loving the feel of him inside me, loving the feel of the new rings in my nipples, the ache of the fresh piercing. “Oh yes Don. Yes. I’d have fucked them. You know I would. Anything for you,” It took me a long time to get this all out. That started a new passion for Don. The passion of exposing me to other people. He started playing these games where he would have me do things where I was sure to be seen. For instance, he ordered me to wear a sweater with a low scooped front and no bra, and go to the grocery store. I waited in an aisle until a man was very near to me and then bent forward, as though looking for something on the bottom shelve. Acting totally unaware that my sweater had fallen forward exposing my breasts. I had masturbated twice in the car on the way to the grocery story, and once in the ladies room, so the faint sound of the man catching his breath when he saw me was enough to put me at the edge of orgasm. I turned my head to look up at him, my breasts still totally exposed. His face was a little red and his eyes were wide. I smiled at him and looked down at my own tits then looked back up at him and smiled again. I had noticed that my nipples were very hard. I wanted him to fuck me. I was really hoping that he’d take me by the hand and lead me somewhere where he could fuck me. I let me eyes travel down his body to his crotch, where his rising erection was clearly visible. “My back is starting to hurt a little,” I said smiling. “But since you’re enjoying the view so much I’ll stay like this for a while more.” He suddenly looked very embarrassed, turned and walked off, almost running to get away from me. I was disappointed, but Don had ordered me to do one more thing for him. I walked to the produce section, picked up a cucumber that looked about right, and quickly shoved it up my pussy by reaching under my skirt. I looked around then as I held on to the produce counter so that I didn’t fall during my orgasm. Nobody was looking at me. “Would you have fucked him?” Don asked as he worked the cucumber in and out of me. I had had to keep it inside the entire way home, the feeling of fullness and the initial coolness causing me feel like I was being fucked the entire time. “Oh yes. Oh god yes,” was my only answer. Nothing ever happened during my public displays. After a while I would have fucked anybody who had asked. All sense of pride was gone, all I could think about was my pussy. The syndrome was getting worse all the time now. I didn’t know how it could, but it did. Days would go by when I couldn’t get out of bed, my hands and the toys that Don had bought for me, in constant contact with my pussy. It was a September when Don announced that we were taking a trip to Las Vegas. I could not imagine how we were going to that, how could I sit on an airplane for several hours? Don hadn’t fucked me in a couple of months by that time. He’d send me out to expose myself then either tie me up and use his toys on me, or have me masturbate for his amusement with ever-stranger items. The last time before the trip he had me go into the backyard of our house, naked at night, and masturbate with the handle of the lawn rake. The very depravity of the acts he was making me do caused me to reach ever-higher levels of excitement. I would beg him to order me to do something, I didn’t care what it was, the higher the level of excitement the better the orgasms. And the better the orgasms the longer the rest period before I needed it again. I thought I had descended as far I could go when he shaved me. The humiliation of that experience took the last bit of shame I had. He didn’t just have me shave myself, nor did he sit me down and shave me. That would have been too simple and I would have been able to retain some dignity. Instead he led me into the backyard again, (which is pretty private – but still!) he had me lie on the ground in the grass and, keeping my shoulders on the ground, lift my legs straight up into the air. Here’s where he got inventive. He tied a rope to each ankle and tied the other end of the ropes to the crossbar on the old clothesline so that my legs where wide spread. Of course, I was dripping and the idea of being naked and exposed in the backyard cause me to start coming. He disappeared for a minute and when he returned I was moaning with my third orgasm. My fourth started when the battery-powered electric razor started to trim the red hair from my pussy. I continued to come as he lathered me in warm water and started to shave my complete exposed crotch. As I (more or less) hung there, upside down, he proceeded to shave every part of my pussy and asshole. When we got on the airplane a few hours later there was no hair on my body below my neck, and I was very sure that several of the neighbors had watched me being defoliated. I was a long way from that innocent cheerleader by now. I sat as quietly as I could for the entire plane ride to Las Vegas, clutching the armrests, trying not to come. It was just a few days before I was scheduled to ovulate, so I had used a tampon and a panty liner to absorb all the wetness that streamed from me. In addition, I had wrapped a towel around my hips, under my dress, as extra protection. Still I leaked through and could smell my own pussy on the plane. Permanent Arousal Ch. 02 I knew Mia was watching me as I walked down the hall. The sight of her standing naked, the Christmas ornaments hanging from her nipples, had caused my already over stimulated erection to go into overdrive. I’d known John for a long time, since before I had met Mia, although she had never met him before. He and I had had long talk about my situation; I was the one who had come to him for help. A lot of things were going through my mind as I walked around the corner of the hotel hallway. My heart was pounding because of what I was about to see, but my mind was remembering Mia before the “persistent sexual arousal syndrome. By the way, I’m Don, Mia’s husband. Our relationship had changed so dramatically since that first unexpected orgasm in our living room. Mia is beautiful. There is simply no other way of saying it. Her face is so perfect and innocent. The sight of her in orgasm, at first, is the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. This innocent looking beautiful redhead, her face flushed with excitement, moaning as she comes. Well, no normal man can resist that. She’s not innocent anymore. I don’t know what’s she’s told you, but I’ve heard my little Mia begging me to fuck her. She’s begged me to do more than that. And I like it don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I just want my wife back. Actually I want both. I love her horniness, but I’d like to be in control of it. Well, maybe this will work. The doctors don’t know what started this and they don’t when or how it might end. Maybe the next 24 hours will do it. John had rented a suite for the party, and I walked around the corner of the hall and into the adjoining room. I went through the sliding doors onto the balcony, and walked around the corner of the hotel to the sliding doors in front of the main room. The room where Mia was going to be, only seconds after I left her I was in position watching John walk her into the room. She was trembling as she walked in the door, the ornaments on her breasts were shaking with her movements. Her eyes were very wide, her face somewhat flushed as was her upper chest, her breathing was rapid. When John ordered her to spread her legs, a long string of pussy juice ran from her thigh to her visible clit. “Slut,” her said addressing my wife. “I want you to tell these men who you are and why you’re here.” I watched as Mia swallowed, then tried to speak and stopped. After licking her lips, she started again. “My name is Mia,” she said then looked quickly at John. “You’ll just be slut for the next day or so,” he said. She swallowed again. “My name is sl… sl…slut,” she stammered, I thought I saw a tear on her cheek. “I’m here because I have persistent sexual arousal syndrome,” she said the last rather defiantly. “Tell us what this… ah… persistent thing is,” John ordered. John knew exactly what it was and the complete name of the syndrome. I also knew that John would be humiliating my wife a great deal. The more Mia was humiliated now the more excited she became, if that was possible, and the more excited she became the more intense her orgasms and the longer her period of “rest.” “It means,” she started then stopped. “It means. Oh shit,” she looked at John hopelessly. “Tell us slut!” John demanded. “It means I’m turned on all the time,” Mia ran out of breath at the end. “It means more than that, doesn’t it slut.” “Yes. It also means I come all the time. I can’t help myself. I can’t help it,” she was looking at the men now, some of them smiling at her. Her face was bright red. She was almost pleading, bent slightly from the hips, as she said, “I just need to come. Please….” and she reached for John’s cock, caressing it, her mouth still open from the word ‘please.’ She slid to her knees, never taking her eyes off his cock, I could clearly hear her moan as she slid him inside her mouth. “Ohhhhhhhhh…….” The men where all talking now, talking about my wife. “Oh man. She is beautiful.” “Is this true? She’s always turned on, she comes all the time?” “I love these tits,” the largest one said as he caressed her left breast. “Tell the guys what you want slut,” ordered John Mia continued to suck and lick John’s cock, moaning as she fondled his balls. Her free hand had crept down to her pussy and was lightly stroking her clit. Finally she took her mouth away, and opened her eyes looking a little dazed. “I want them to fuck me,” she said. “Where?” John asked. This question caught her by surprised. I could almost hear her mind working. “Here,” she said. A perfectly rational answer I thought, all things considered. “No slut. In your mouth? Where?” John asked again. “Oh, my pussy.” “Your what?” John asked pulling her nipple hard, the ornament lost in his hand. “Owwww…. god…yes…..” Mia was moaning louder the harder he pulled her nipple. “Ohhhhhh…. please… don’t make me…..” But John pulled harder, and now another of the men was pulling her other nipple. “Ohhhh…. my cunt….” I’d never heard Mia say that word before, as many things as I’d seen the last two years, this shocked me the most. “Your what?” John asked, his cock throbbing in my wife’s hand. “My CUNT… oh please…. I need it sooooo bad…. please fuck me…. I’ll do anything … I will…..” she was begging, her need so obvious. Only a second later the man who had been helping John with Mia’s nipples had her bent forward, her ass in the air her elbows on the carpet. His cock was already out of his pants and he was slamming it into her. “Ohhhhhh…. yeeeesssss…… yeeesssss…” she screamed. “Fuck meeeee….” He didn’t last long, I don’t know how he could really. She was slamming back on his cock as hard as he was fucking her. It seemed like only seconds before he came. That didn’t slow the next in line. He turned her over and sank his cock inside her. His knees on the carpet, his arms straight, he fucked her hard and fast also. “Yesssss… fuck my cunt… fuck me…..please don’t stop…..” When he came she moaned in frustration, “noooo… please….. more.” I knew that she had been coming the whole time. Two of the men had tried to get her to suck them, but she was yelling too much, concentrating on her pussy. Her hands where busy on them, but her mouth was busy begging to be fucked. The next man in line picked her up and moved her to the couch, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. From where I was on the balcony I could see her face, and his hands on her breasts, but nothing else. My cock was throbbing, harder than it had been in sometime. The incredible erotic scene I was witnessing was too much for me. Pre-come was dripping onto the concrete, I knew if I touched myself I’d come. I wasn’t sure I could resist. I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist. Mia’s mouth and eyes opened wide as she sank onto the new cock. This time she was in control, on top. “Fuck me slut,” he growled. “Ohhhh yesss….” her tongue was actually hanging outside of her mouth as she fucked him. Other men where touching her as they fucked, their hands on her ass, her legs. But Mia was controlling the motion, making it last. “I’m coming… I’m coming… oh please… I’m coming,” she continued to moan. “Tell him what you are slut,” John order from behind. “You said you’d do anything. Start doing it.” “I’m…. oh god…. I’m a slut…. Ooooohhhhh…. please fuck my cunt… fuck me…OH DAMN…” she was shouting now. Picking up the pace, fucking him hard. I’d moved on the balcony so that I could see more of the action, more below the waist. It wasn’t perfect but I hadn’t lost sight of her face and that was important. John stopped her from behind, using his hand he scoped come from her legs and pussy and spread it on her ass. Bending forward he started to ease his cock into her asshole, her pussy already full. “OOOOOOOOHHHHH…… WHAAAT….. OOOOHHHHH…..TWO COCKS…. TWO…. OH YEEEESSSSS……” Her head was bobbing up and down, her eyes pinched shut, her mouth hanging open. “PLEASE FUCK ME… BOTH OF YOU…. OH YEEEESSSSS…” as they both started to pound into her pussy and asshole. Soon they had their rhythm worked out. Fucking in and out of her. She was almost crying now, lost in the sensation. With every thrust I could her say, “OH.” It was a sight I don’t think I could ever forget. My beautiful wife, so innocent a few years ago, was being fucked in her pussy and asshole at the same time. Her pale skin, typical of redheads, setting off the darkness of the two cocks pounding into her. Her face and chest flushed, her orgasms continuous. Two of the other men wanted their cocks sucked, but she was too busy, holding their cocks in her hands, the thrusting against her causing her hands to move on them. “OHHHHH….. GOOOOODDDDD…… I CAN’T STOP COMING….. PLEASE…… HELP ME…… PLEASE…… OH…. TWO COCKS………..” I think she was close to some kind of insanity by the time both men came deep inside her. First the man fucking her pussy trust deep inside and held still as he came. “I CAN FEEL YOU COMING IN MY CUNT…. SO DEEP……” This must have caused John to come because he soon followed, pumping his load deep in your ass. When they pulled out Mia collapsed onto the couch. She wasn’t left alone for long, another cock was buried inside her within seconds. She was passed the screaming stage now, just moaning and using her hands and legs to urge him to fuck her faster, harder. One after the other they took her. Each at least twice, two of them three times. I watched for most of the night. From time to time they would take a break, have a drink or order something from room service, even fall asleep for a while. I slept for a while too, and I left the balcony for a while the next day, the sun was too hot. It was starting to get dark when I looked in the room again. Mia was in the center of the room on the carpet, on her back. I could clearly see her pussy, it was very red, almost an angry shade of red. Her labia were very swollen, several times their normal size. Her clit was clearly visible, the shaft erect, the hood drawn back. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought it looked like it was throbbing. White foam was oozing from her pussy. The men might have been done, but Mia wasn’t. As she stroked her clit she begged, “please somebody fuck me again. Pleeeeaaassse….” I watched her crawl from man to man trying to get them interested, but they were done. It was then that John joined me on the balcony, he had put his pants on and was smoking a cigarette while sipping on a beer. We stood silently for a few minutes, watching the sun set over the Vegas strip. It was going to be hot night and the drink that John had brought for me tasted very good. “Everything you told me was true Don. I have to confess I didn’t really believe it. I thought we were in for a big disappointment, but it was all true. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” I just nodded, I could feel him turn toward me. “Do you think this helped? Do you think, well, what we did, as much as we did, will really, somehow, shock her out of it?” he continued. “I don’t know John, I really don’t. I hope so, I’d like to have my wife back,” I told him. “Wait a few minutes, then have her go into the bedroom,” I told him. A few minutes later Mia stumbled through the bedroom door. Her red hair was a mess. Her breasts were covered in hickeys. Her thighs were wet with a combination of come and pussy juices. When she saw me she stopped dead in her tracks. “What did you see?” she asked. “Almost everything,” I told her. She was starting to cry. “You must hate me now,” she was whispering. I put my hand on her chin and tilted her head upward. “I don’t hate you,” I was smiling. “I love you. But it looks like we’re going to have to figure out how to live with this thing.” She was breathing a little heavily, but she smiled bravely as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Before I knew it she had thrown herself at me, hugging me, her wet cheeks against my shirt. “I’ll do anything Don, but I can’t control it. I’m sorry. I just can’t,” she was hugging me hard. “I might have to have ‘Don’s Slut’ tattooed on you so that people know who you belong to,” I joked. “OK,” she said looking up at me. I don’t think she was kidding. “But you know what I think I would like?” she asked. “What?” “A pussy piercing,” she said. “I love the feeling of having the rings in my nipples pulled and played with. The feelings go right through me, right to my pussy. I think a ring in my pussy would be good too,” she was looking at me like I might get mad at her for asking. “OK,” now it was my turn to be serious. “Now go take a shower. By the time you’re done John and I will have food here,” I told her. Her hand was between her thighs as she listened to me, touching her clit. “And don’t come in the shower,” I instructed her. She smiled at me and ran for the bathroom. I could hear the shower start as I ordered room service. All of the guys except John had left, completely worn out from the ordeal. A few minutes after the shower stopped running I peeked into the bathroom, just to make sure she was all right. Mia was standing in front of the sink, her hands gripping the basin on both sides. I could see her face reflected in the mirror. Her eyes where tightly closed, her mouth open. When she moaned and pushed her pussy into the front of the sink, I could tell that she was coming again. She brought her hands to her breasts, squeezing them hard, very hard, as her orgasm subsided. I closed the door quietly. We were having a drink when Mia emerged from the bathroom still naked, I pulled a chair over for her and she attacked the food and the water. I’m sure she had become dehydrated during the long day and night. “You know what we’re going to do with slut tonight?” I asked John. “If it involves me fucking her again, I think its going to be a while before I can get hard,” he answered. “We’re going to get her pussy pierced,” I said. “No shit,” he looked quickly at Mia who was smiling. “You’re going to be very popular,” he told her. “I hope so,” she said through a mouthful of food. “Now slut,” I said. “That’s not how you address somebody of John’s stature,” I was looking angrily at her. “I’m sorry,” she said to me, really meaning it. Turning to John she said, “I hope so sir,” and turned back to see if that was correct. “Much better,” I told her. She smiled happily and went back to her meal. After eating Mia approached me as I sat in the chair finishing my drink, John was in the other room and I was watching as she finished eating, and as she absentmindedly gathered moisture from her pussy with her finger and used it to stroke her erect clit. She looked like she was thinking. I knew that that was sometimes difficult because of the constant arousal. Mia had always been bright, had done well in school and held good jobs. But now it was difficult for her to concentrate. She slid from her chair and onto the floor in front of me. Kneeling she looked up at me. “Remember when you said we had to figure out how to live with this thing?” she asked me. The sight of her kneeling between my legs was causing my erection to return. “Yes,” I said. “Well,” she said biting her lower lip. “For a while at least, I think we should try just you deciding everything. I’ll be your ‘slut’ and whatever you want to do is OK with me. You’ll be my master, is that the right word? Just,” she was looking a little nervous now, “promise you won’t stop loving me.” Later, as Mia napped, John and I took a walk and talked about what would happen next. When we returned I woke Mia up by slipping a gold-colored chain dog collar around her neck. Mia was lying nude on the bed, the sheets on the floor, her body beautiful and perfect against the white bedding. There were several wet spots on the sheet. Her pussy had been leaking as she slept, and as she moved she’d left wet spots. Her eyes widen as she realized what I was doing, they closed as I snapped a leash to the collar. “Ohhhhh…..” she moaned. Handing the leash to John I said, “John would you take slut into the bathroom and shave the stubble from her pussy?” “Happy too,” he said giving the leash a tug. It was an hour later that we walked out of the hotel. Mia was wearing a simple sundress and her collar, the leash was attached and I was holding it. Amazingly, nobody seemed to see a thing. When we arrived at John’s SUV he opened the rear door to put away the suitcase he had brought with him, but also revealing a very large dog carrier. This gave me an idea. Turning to Mia I said, “strip.” Within a moment the sundress was on the ground and Mia stood before us wearing only her collar and shoes. Giving the leash I tug I ordered her into the cage. Mia’s eyes half closed as another orgasm swept over her, she reached for the back of the SUV and, moaning slowly crawled into the carrier. From the back her pussy was bright red, swollen, and wet. In the cage she sat with back against the far side, her knees drawn up to her chest. Within moments the floor of the cage under her had became wet from her drippings. She continued to moan as I closed the cage door. As John was closing the rear door to the SUV he asked, “where to now?” As I answered, “do you know any good places to have slut pierced?” I heard a loud “ooohhh goooooodddd yeeessssss…” from the other side of the closing door. Permanent Arousal The first day in Vegas was an agony for me. Don wanted to go everywhere, the casinos were crowded and every touch set me off. Don would only allow me to wear a dress without underwear, I had to use the ladies room often to mop my thighs dry. That night he took me to a strip club, still wearing only the dress. It was crowded with people too, all men except for the strippers. After a few drinks a lovely young brunet approached Don and asked if he wanted a dance. “Not for me,” he answered. “But how about one for my wife?” The stripper looked at me in an appraising sort of way. “Sure. Why not?” she answered moving over so that she was half sitting on my lap. “Don’t be nervous honey,” she told me. “I’ve danced for other women before. You’ll love it.” When the song started she started to dance. Well, dance isn’t really the right word. She started to rub against me. I’ve never been interested in women before, I’ve never even been curious, but the feeling of her soft yet hard body rubbing against me was amazing. The first time she touched my breast I leaned forward rapidly, noticeably coming, my eyes shut, pressing against her hand. When I opened by eyes she was looking at me with a funny little smile on her face. She maneuvered as she danced so that he mouth was near my ear. “Did you just come?” she asked me. I could only nod my head yes. She pulled her head back so that she was looking me in the eyes from only inches away, the smile still on her face. I came again as her soft lips touched mine while she straddled my left thigh and rubbed her crotch against me in time to the music. She pulled her head back, smiled, and looked away as she continued her lap dance. But now she was on the floor between my legs, her hands on my thighs, one sliding along the inside of my left thigh, under my dress, not stopping until three of her fingers were buried in my spasming pussy. She stood then, still swaying to the music, her breasts where inches from my face her fingers in my pussy, her thumb stroking my clit. As the song ended she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my lips. They were dripping wet as she wiped a drop on my nose, before bringing them to her own lips and licking them dry. “Did I count right?” she asked as she sat on my lap again. “Did you come twice while I danced?” I could only nod that I had. She looked over at Don then. He was watching the dancer on stage, not really paying much attention to us at all. “I’m going to give you my cell phone number,” she whispered to me. “Just in case.” She leaned across me, making sure that her breasts were pressed against my arm, as she wrote the number on a matchbook. I amazed myself by sneaking my hand up to squeeze her breast. It was rather small compared to mine, and firmer, I moaned as I felt her hard nipple against my palm. She smiled as she gave me her phone number, then looked around to make sure we were being ignored, before kissing me again, hard on the lips. I’d never been kissed like that by a woman before and now I had been kissed twice in the same night, of course I came. She knew what had happened, but of course she didn’t know why. Don didn’t buy me any more lap dances but he bought a few for himself. Always rubbing my pussy as the girls rubbed against him, always making sure that they could see what he was doing. When we got in the car I begged him to fuck me. I told him I would do anything. I tried to get his pants down, but he stopped me. By the time we got back at the hotel I was crying with frustration. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I kept apologizing to Don for being the way I was, asking him to forgive me, begging him to help me. Finally in the hallway outside our room Don turned to me and asked: “do you really want me to help you Mia?” “Oh please Don,” was all I could get out. I was standing cross-legged, trying to put as much pressure as possible on my clitoris. “OK,” he said. “Take off your clothing, right now.” I didn’t question him I just stripped. I was now standing in a hallway of one of the largest hotels in the world with nothing on, my nipples where hard and erect, my naked pussy was (I knew) red and swollen. The tip of my clit was probably visible, it had been for some time, wear just my purse. Don pulled two small Christmas tree ornaments from his pocket and hung them on my nipple rings. One on each side. I looked down at them, and then back up as Don opened the door to our room and I found myself staring at 8 very large, very naked, black men. “These guys should be able to take care of you for a while,” Don said. Turning to one of the men he said: “just like I said John. This is ‘slut’ and you can have her until 9:00 tomorrow night.” As John nodded, Don added “just no permanent markings or damage.” With that he turned and walked away. As I watched him walk away, hoping he would turn back, I heard John say: “hello slut.”