Paula wandered around her house aimlessly, it had been two months since her last ‘show’ for Mistress, and six weeks since the last email. And that had been disappointing, an instruction to meet some guy and suck him off. He hadn’t face-fucked her, slapped her, mauled her tits, nothing even uncomfortable never mind painful. Jane accepted what she now was, what Mistress had turned her into, or at least revealed to her. She was pure pain-slut, she got off on it, craved it, needed it. 

She’d tried whipping herself, her tits, her pussy, but without anyone directing her debasement or appreciating her suffering it was meaningless, unfulfilling. She stopped her wandering and checked her mail on her cellphone, just as she’d done only five minutes before, and just as before nothing from Mistress. 

Two weeks previously she’d written Mistress a mail, she’d apologised for “Letting her down in any way.”, and offered to entertain Mistress’ friends. On re-reading the mail, she knew it was no more than a pathetic begging letter. She hadn’t sent it. 

She opened her souvenir box, where she kept the few items Mistress had sent sent her. Each one elicited a memory of the torment she had inflicted on herself, without fail just thinking of this box gave her butterflies and ‘juiced’ her pussy. She picked through the items in the box. “Maybe I could repeat one of the tasks and send Mistress a photo of what I’ve done, show her my dedication.” She thought about it but she knew, without the instruction and the expectations of an online audience she couldn’t go through with it. And “Even if I could.” She thought “Mistress would probably be annoyed that I did something without her say.”

Ping! A message arrived, “Mistress” was the only clue the locked screen gave her. Instantly Jane snatched up her cellphone to unlock it, fumbled and dropped it on her bed, her hands were shaking as she carefully retrieved the cellphone and read the text. “You will receive a package. Do not open it. Be online Saturday 1:00pm. Naked.” Jane slowly put her phone down, the butterflies in her stomach had turned to nausea, the nausea flipped to excitement then back to nausea. “This is Monday.” she counted the days on her fingers, Tuesday, Wednesday, … “Five days of excitement, nausea, soaking briefs and terror.” Paula was overjoyed that Mistress needed her again, the crushing fear of rejection had been lifted… and replaced with the foreboding fear of just how low would she sink this time. And alongside it the fear of failure, what if she couldn’t complete the tasks given by her online tormentors, what would happen to her if she failed. This would be a long week!

Saturday morning had finally arrived, It was 10am, Paula lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking, no, worrying about the day ahead. Her parents were home they’d ignored her suggestions of a weekend away. She knew from experience she wouldn’t be able to keep her online show quiet if her previous treatment was anything to go by.  The first surprise of the day arrived. A knock on her bedroom door and her mom’s voice “Paula, honey”. She peeped round the door then came in. “Your uncle Bob called, he needs a hand, we’re going up to the farm, be back tomorrow evening. You wanna come?” Paula politely declined sending love to Bob and Alice. “Honey, you’ve been preoccupied the last few weeks,” she sat on the edge of the bed, “I’ve left some money in the cookie jar, why don’t you get a treatment or something?” 

“Thanks mom you have fun at the farm”.

“Thanks hon, you get yourself something nice, I expect to see you relaxed and happy come tomorrow evening”. She left with a wagging finger and a smile. 

By 12:50 Paula had showered, shaved her pussy twice, put her hair in a ponytail and done her makeup. She was ready, at least in appearance. She’d gone as classy as she’d known how with her makeup, she so wanted to look nice for Mistress. 

12:55 A chat window appeared on Paula’s desktop titled Mistress. She opens it to video chat, at the same time opening her legs as wide as she could and arching her back to display her breasts. “Hello Mistress, thank y…”

“Shut-up slut and listen carefully. I’ve loaned you to an associate for a start-up presentation today. He will be directing you, do exactly as he tells you. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress”.

“Now, give me control of your webcam, I’ll control the guests from here. Oh and slut…” Paula looked into the webcam. “Don’t you fucking dare let me down”.

She sat silently watching the guest list grow, listening to the chitchat, introductions, occasional references to ‘the model’. The whole time her webcam scanned up and down her body, zooming, focusing, re-focusing. 

At 1:10 Mistress’ voice cut through the general chat. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us for today’s presentation, I’m really excited to be involved with this opportunity… …” Paula listened to her Mistress, intrigued, almost forgetting that she was to play a central part in the presentation. “…. … I’ll hand you over to Smith.” 

Smith’s voice came over the broadcast “Hello Paula, thank you for offering to help me with todays presentation. Do you have the package we sent you, would you open it up please?” Paula opened the package and placed the contents on the desk before her, five white boxes of varying sizes. “Open box 1 please Paula, and put it on, the straps will long enough to go around the back of your chair and buckle below your boobs.” Paula did as she was told, guessing that the two heavy steel rings which formed a part of the strap were designed to press against her tits, she pulled the belt as tight as she dared and secured the buckle, she’d struggled to get her nipples right in the centre of each of the rings but they were close. “Well done Paula, haha… that’s almost correct, an easy mistake to make, actually your boobs are supposed to go through the rings. If you just sort yourself out while I explain why we need this…” Paula looked down at her tits, there seemed no way she could possibly get her tits through the rings, they were only about three and a half maybe four inches diameter. She remembered Mistress’ last words to her, she had to try. Taking a firm grip of her left nipple she pulled hard toward her right breast then upwards and downwards. Some of her breast had indeed pulled through, but not enough. She started teasing the skin through bit by bit working around the ring little at a time. Finally she had the ring at the base of her breast, by the time she’d done the same with her right breast her left was already deep red. But she was happy with the result,  both her tits were now perfect globes with nipples pointing straight forward, and both deepening in colour as she watched.

She heard Smith’s voice again “Well done Paula, now box two if you please, they’re ready lubricated, quick as you can, thank you.” Paula opened box two expecting to find something to be inserted inside her. But no, what she found was three vacuum tubes with screw plungers sealed in clear plastic bags. she tore open the first and placed the tube against her left nipple, already her tits were sensitive. She screwed the sucker watching as her nipple was pulled into the tube, an inch into the tube the pain kicked in, she closed her eyes and gave one more turn on the sucker. The pain multiplied and she groaned as she looked down at her engorged stretched nipple, the suction tube bounced as she quivered with the pain. She quickly grabbed the second sucker and applied it to her right nipple making sure it was just as sucked and painful as the left. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back composing herself against the growing burning pain in her nipples, but at the same time she felt satisfied, released, completed by the pain, by the accomplishment, Mistress would surely appreciate her dedication. “And the third one too please Paula, on your clitoris please Paula”. Her head snapped forward and she grabbed the third sucker. “Smith’s an annoying prick” she thought, “there’s little value in fine manners and politeness when you’re destroying someone’s tits”. But she dutifully followed his request, even putting an extra turn on out of spite when the pain in her clit was already causing her to shake. “Well done Paula, now put another two turns on each of your nipples please”. She did as commanded, each turn causing her to let out a constricted scream, her eyes moistened and tears ran down her cheeks dripping onto her tits and flowing down to join the growing puddle of her twisted arousal. 

“Thank you Paula. Now open box three and place the contents on the desk. I want you to listen very carefully then repeat back to me exactly what you’re going to do with box three's contents. Do you understand”?

“Yes, I understand Sir”. She was now sure, Smith was exactly the kind of nerdy, superior prick she would tease then kick in the balls if he dared get close. 

Smith explained box three’s contents and waited for Paula to repeat them back. “Well Paula?”

She paused for a moment, thinking of refusing, but no, she would make Mistress proud. Slowly she told her tasks back to her tormentor. 

“Good girl Paula” Smith said jauntily “please begin”.

Paula released her left nipple from its suction, the pain eased a little but still her nipple stuck out from her breast engorged and tender. She took the small vial of liquid, twisted the top off and dripped it onto her nipple spreading it around with a finger.  She paused looking directly at the webcam before picking up the next implement, a small hobbyists chisel pointed and sharp only at the end with two matching 45 degree edges. She positioned the blade at the centre of her nipple making sure it was pointed directly at the centre of her red tender tit. She paused to take a couple of steadying breaths then drove the blade through the centre of her nipple and deep into the flesh of her breast. Her instructions had been very clear on this “until only the handle is visible, that’s two inches minimum”. Paula looked at her impaled breast and sobbed, not from the pain, it wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, no it was the depravity of it that had her crying. 

“Please continue Paula.” Came the chirpy reminder from Smith. 

She wiped her eyes with her left hand, still holding the chisel in place with her right, then took up the final item from box three. A metal cylinder about 6 inches long an inch wide, one end was concave with a small point at the centre the other end fitted with a knurled cap. She held it ready next to her nipple, then with one quick movement she jerked the chisel out and pushed the last implements concave end against her nipple. Slowly, carefully she unscrewed the cap from the free end and put her finger against the button. Again she paused for breath, she didn’t know what this implement would do to her but she could guess it would be painful. 

“Make sure it’s straight before you press the button please Paula”. Was Smith’s helpful suggestion. Paula checked, it was straight, again she paused for breath. “Press the button Paula.” Smith was becoming insistent. She checked again, it was straight, then she looked directly into the webcam. “Paula! Press the…” BANG! For Paula the next few seconds we’re a blur of fright and agony. The noise had scared her and made her loose grip of the metal cylinder, the agony she felt in her nipple and breast was only made worse by her frantic efforts to regain her grip on the cylinder with her sweaty hands, it bounced from her grip twice, and swung in rapid little arcs from her nipple. Finally she held it securely in her left hand, her right hand cupping her agonised breast. Paula wailed, and as her wailing gradually turned to sobbing she looked into the webcam “It won’t come off” she sobbed “why won’t it come off?” Her ragged breathing and stilted speech was pitiful “you’ve got to make it come off.”

The chat screen went blank, Paula wailed even louder. A moment was all it was, the screen refreshed , Mistress’ stern chiselled features appeared staring directly at her, into her. Paula calmed her breathing and looked into the webcam “Mistress I’m sor…..” 

Mistress held up a palm “Quiet. Listen, Paula, you know that pain is what gets you off, look at the puddle you’re sat in! Pull your chair forward to the desk and rest the tool on the desk.” Paula did as she was told. “Okay, take the suction tube off your clit.” Jane protested “No please mistress, I’ll be good.” “Shut up slut, I’m not taking you out, do it! Right, I’m going to give you one of two commands repeatedly either fingers meaning slam two fingers up your pussy or slap meaning slap your pussy. Got it.” “Yes Mistress.” “Fingers, slap, slap, fingers, …” For a minute Paula violently slammed her fingers up her pussy or slapped herself.” Now, put the suction tube back on, you’re gonna get back in the room and make me proud.” Paula squared her shoulders as best she could “Yes Mistress.”

“And don’t fuck this up again cunt.” The screen went blank, moments later it refreshed, she was again seeing the feed from her own webcam. 

Mistress announced her return “Apologies ladies and gentlemen, our model was ill prepared. It won’t happen again. Smith, please continue”.

“Welcome back Paula, good of you to rejoin us. You’re concerned about the insertion tool being stuck on your boob are you, haha? No need to worry, just press the button again”. Paula looked down at the tool currently attached through her nipple to her breast. Taking a breath and pursuing her lips she pressed the button. A feint whirring noise came from the tool as it slowly, almost imperceptibly pulled itself tighter onto her nipple, then the pain started to multiply as Paula felt something moving, something piercing within her breast. Each time the speed of the whirring machine slowed slightly the pain increased then the whirring resumed it’s initial pace. By the time the whirring ended with a click her tears were flowing, she was glistening with sweat and she was quivering with tension and agony but not a sound came from her lips. 

Smith’s chirpy voice came through the speakers again. “Well done Paula, good girl. Now I’m going to explain to our guests some technical information about your implant. You clear away the box three items and use box four to do your other boob. And please Paula, let’s not have a repeat of your previous pantomime.” Paula set about doing as she was asked paying little attention to Smith’s droning on about levers and barbs and micro engineering. She did look up once, as her feed was replaced by a slide. What she saw horrified and excited her in equal measure, so much, that as she pressed the button to insert Smith’s contraption into her right breast, on the sound of the bang a long, almost tuneful groan fell from her wide open mouth accompanied by involuntary little thrusts of her hips. This in turn caused the last suction tube to bounce around aggravating the pain in her engorged clitoris. What had begun as involuntary excitement spasms quickly developed into an unstoppable orgasm. Quickly she pressed the button a second time and used the orgasm to ride the pain through to the click of the tool release. 

“Well done Paula, er, yes, ahem, certainly well done, thank you.” Paula did her best to appear casual, but now the orgasm was subsiding leaving only pain in her now purple breasts. 

“I suggest ladies and gentlemen, we take a 10 minute break, coffee, tea, as you please. Paula, you can take off your belt now and take those rings off. We’ll resume in ten”.

She unbuckled the belt and pulled the straps out to each side of her. She tried desperately to move the rings, but to no avail, each time she managed to push and tease a bit of skin back through the hoop it slid straight back. After five minutes of pointless trying and increasing pain she felt defeated, she slumped in her chair staring at her obscenely purple tits. That’s when she heard the feint clicking noise, she looked up at the screen. Someone was typing a message, anonymous, she read the message… “feed one strap under the link between the rings then re-buckle them. Now put your knees in the belt loops and pull the rings while you squeeze and push with your hands”. Immediately she understood and was at work, she soon had the rings teased forward an inch on each breast, but the pain it caused as blood started flowing into the liberated flesh and the constant irritation of her new inserts was too much, she began to feel lightheaded. Another anonymous message “hold them there but move onto your back on the floor” She did, and even though the pain was still building, through gritted teeth and animalistic growling she got both rings moving, and very quickly they both slipped off. But she hadn’t foreseen the searing agony as her breasts fell back to something approaching their natural shape against her torso. She screamed and clasped her breasts, a natural reaction, but for Paula the wrong one. Instantly nausea took over, she rolled to all fours wretched again then regained control. The pain, she found, was much less in this position. Looking down between her arms at her breasts she was shocked, her areolas bulged from each mound and perched on each her nipples, twice as big and long as they’d been that morning. Gingerly she felt with her thumb and forefinger, not as painful as she’d expected. She ran her finger over the metal perfectly level with the end of her enlarged nipple, then tapped at it with a fingernail, instantly she felt the pain within. The typing, again the typing “quickly sit”.

Paula moved back to her seat as quickly as she was able and typed “thank you“. Just in time. Smith began again. “So Paula, how do you like your new inserts, Smiths adaptable permanent linear insert nipples is what I call them, saplins for short. Come along girl show them off, shoulders back. Mistress, can you zoom in on them please”. Paula slowly pulled her shoulders back pushing her breasts forward, looking down she found they were returning to their natural shape apart from the bulging areolas and huge nipples. And the pain had eased to a dull ache. Looking at herself on screen, she turned her chair slowly one way then the other, Mistress following her movements with the webcam.

“Mr Smith, Sir”. She spoke, the camera panned up to her face. 

“Yes Paula, what is it?”

“Thank you Sir, I love my saplins”. Paula beamed a beautiful smile. 

“Well thank you Paula, I’m pleased for you. But we must move on. Are you ready for box five, you’ll find the tools are much smaller and there’s a red dot on the inserter, you must keep this dot upwards, and the blade goes in flat vertical not horizontal, got it? Go on Paula, box five please”.

Paula nodded then opened the box and set out the contents with shaking hands, this one scared her. She took off the suction tube and was astonished at the size her clitoris had grown to, it seemed three maybe four times it’s normal size. She rubbed in the oily liquid and that’s when it started, the shaking, the involuntary hip thrusts, the slight humming. It wasn’t a fully fledged orgasm yet, but it was coming. She tensed every muscle in an attempt to hold back the inevitable. Slowly she reached for the blade, grasped it and slowly still shaking she manoeuvred it into position steadying her wrist against her belly, still she shook. 

“Paula wait!” Smith almost shouting pierced her concentration. 

Slowly Paula looked up directly into the webcam “Nooo, this is mine.” She said, hardly recognising her own voice, it was lower, insistent, growling, feral even. “I want this. I need it. You won’t take it from me”. Slowly she lowered her head, checked her aim and plunged the blade into her clitoris. Instantly her head was up eyes searching for the insertion tool, desperately trying to control herself, ignoring the guttural noises coming from… she didn’t know where. Despite her now uncontrollable shaking she snatched the metal tool from the desk and brought it right up in front of her face checking for the red dot. Finding it she deliberately moved her clenched fist down between her legs steadying it against a thigh. There she sat breathing deeply, still shaking a little, preparing. She took a breath, held it, tensed and jerked the blade from her clit throwing it across the room, immediately she had replaced it with the insertion tool and was unscrewing the cap, it followed the blade across the room. Paula was ready, she’d controlled herself, Mistress could be proud. She held the tool in both fists, thumbs poised over the button. 

“You don’t have to do this Paula darling”. Smith was pleading. 

Mistress’ voice barked over Smith’s pleading. “Shut the fuck up Smith, or you’re out”.

Paula looked into the webcam, her body glistened with sweat, loose strands of hair plastered to her face, her makeup streaked down her cheeks. She smiled, “Thank you Mistress” she said, and pressed the button. 

Paula thought she was ready, she wasn’t. She thought she had known pain, she hadn’t. She thought she had experienced powerful orgasms, again no. 

At the bang her body had straightened so violently her chair was thrust backwards and she slid from it to the floor her whole body, every muscle seemed to vibrate as if she were electrified. And the sounds that came from her, not entirely a scream yet equally not a shout, more a roar that repeated with every breath. 

Smith left the room. 

Throughout Paula had clung to one single piece of reality, one simple imperative… keep the tool in place. Incredibly that one single, simple task had kept her from losing her tenuous link with reality. She had survived it, both fists were still clenched, knuckles white around the tool pressed hard against her clitoris. Once more Jane pressed the button. This time she was determined she would stay in the moment, experience every painful little movement. She would listen for the click. 

So there she lay on the floor of her bedroom, her legs wide open for her audience, bucking and groaning, shaking and listening. 

Loving every second.