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Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly.
Bob, Jessica's boyfriend, has a demonic mind. When he discovered Jessica's love of bondage and orgasm control, Bob came up with an evil, evil plan, and he backed it up with an appropriate Chasti-Permalock device. You see, unlike traditional C-P devices, Jessica is still able to orgasm. Some days, she can orgasm all she wants, but not always. There is a timer that even Bob is unable to disable. Beginning with the first day Jessica had the device installed, she was allowed one orgasm. On the second day, she could have two. The third day was 3, the ninth day was 9, and the 14th day was 14.
If Jessica could find it within herself to have 14 orgasms that day, the timer would reset and she could only have one on the 15th day, then 2 on the 16th, and so forth. In short, if she could keep up with it, the cycle would repeat every 2 weeks, after allowing her 105 orgasms. But there is the problem: if Jessica couldn't meet the quota, she had a punishment. And what a punishment it was. Every orgasm in the cycle she hadn't been able to get to was one week that she couldn't orgasm. So if she got to day 9 and could only make 8 orgasms, she would suffer 60 weeks (just over a year!) without orgasm.
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But Bob wouldn't stop there. He didn't just want to be able to edge her constantly without fear of her going over. He didn't want her to get off so easy. First, the device would constantly be edging her, and not just through vaginal stimulation. Her clit would be numb, but she would have increased sensitivity around her lips, ass, and everywhere else. She would feel every little brush and shift of her clothing throughout the day, and would feel how her vagina lips would shift subtly from each footstep. The device would stimulate her with shivers up her spine, prickly feelings on the bottoms of her feet, a rush of warmth on her thighs or her breasts, or a gentle tickle up and down her sides. Her brain would also be stimulated, and whenever she saw a guy she would fixate on his crotch, wanting to see his bulge grow and maybe feel it, or play with his balls. Erotic thoughts would dance through her head all day, and would dominate her dreams all night.
Even more devious was how the orgasm cycle would continue. Jessica would continue to have the orgasms as planned -- 1 on the first day, 5 on the 5th, all through her "orgasm free" punishment. But instead of regular orgasms, these would be ruined orgasms. And they would be forced at random times throughout the day. Jessica was unable to control, as was Bob, when exactly the device would start pushing her towards orgasm -- it could be in the middle of the night while she was asleep, or while watching tv, at work, or when they were at a movie. She never knew when it would happen, but she always knew it would end badly, usually with her crying her eyes out for at least 15 minutes. It was just so emotional for her, to have all this buildup, then have it just die on her.
Jessica had only worn this permanent device about 4 years. The first cycle she could only hit 8 orgasms on day 9. She had been in meetings all day and, despite her vibrator's best push, she just couldn't hit number 9 by midnight. When she finally hit it (at 12:05 am), the device immediately ruined it. She felt so bad she wanted to die, and she was unprepared for the 10 failed orgasms that were forced on her the next day. That was nothing next to more than a year of constantly random ruined orgasms. She began to grow depressed, lost her job, and would have killed herself if Bob hadn't stopped her. Instead, he put her in a bondage straitjacket and put a gag in her mouth so she couldn't intentionally choke on anything. Bob knew he had gone way way too far, and knew that he had to keep her and take care of her. Her parents never really understood what happened to her, but they knew that, whatever it was, Bob would take good care of her.
The next year (after all 432 agonizing days and over 6000 ruined orgasms later), Bob made sure to give Jessica a good, full orgasm. He pulled out her favorite vibrator and lubed it up, then started with a nice, quiet lunch of her favorite food and a backrub, foot rub, and lots of cuddling and kissing. Then, when she seemed in an ok mood (for a nearly insane and depressed woman), he moved Jessica to the bed. Bob began to caress her legs. Jessica was afraid that the orgasm would be ruined, but she loved Bob and trusted him for taking such good care of her. He put the vibrator in and turned it on, and Jessica could feel the all too familiar feelings of orgasm building within herself. Up and up she went, starting to move and grind her hips into the vibrator. Up she went, and, eventually, she hit the top. She crested. Her world fell apart and she lost all sensation within a sea of orgasmic bliss. She couldn't believe it! A real, not-ruined orgasm! After all this time and pain!
Some time later (it was dark out now), Jessica woke up. She still felt like a hollow shell of a human, but she felt less hollow now. She found her beautiful lover, Bob, asleep on the bed next to where she was laying, and she sat up and looked around. The clock read 12:15, a full 8 hours after Bob had provided that immense expression of his love. She looked over at him, and wished her hands were out of the straightjacket so she could caress his face or rub his cock through his pants. A year of forced sexual thoughts had permanently changed her. She leaned over to Bob and kissed him gently, slowly working her tongue into his mouth. He slowly started to rouse, and eventually began to return the kiss, reaching up to grab her in a loving embrace. Though still frightened that her next orgasm would be ruined, Jessica knew that, even if she had to go another year of ruined ones, that she would do anything for her lover in return for that one beautiful orgasm he just gave her.
As Bob held Jessica on top of him on their bed, she felt his cock begin to enlarge. She began to grind on it, and asked him politely if he would please fuck her wildly. Bob didn't hesitate to answer by pulling down his pants and putting his dick into her slit. So wonderful, she felt, and he began to push her up and down. Jessica couldn't maintain the pace, so she tried to shift her weight onto the bed. Bob got the message and twisted the two of them so he was thrusting her into the pillows. Jessica simply laid there and surrendered herself to her love of this man. Bob thrusted and thrusted, playing with her ass, or with her breasts through the straight jacket, or tickling her neck and ears, while Jessica began her rise through pleasure to heaven. After a few minutes of increasing bliss, Jessica was struck with the combination of white-hot joy filling her inside, and cool white joy of the glorious orgasm.
Bob as a successful businessman, the manager of a large factory, and he had been taking care of both of them for the past year. When Jessica awoke again, she was sad to see him gone but understood, and found a note on his pillow. He wrote that he was overjoyed that she could "find joy" again, and was excited to come home tonight. She was too.
After 3 more days, Bob knew that she would have to start providing some of her own orgasms again. Two before work, one at lunch, and three at night was about as much as he could handle. Jessica was a little scared about having to make herself orgasm, afraid that she would fail and have to endure another couple of years of torment, but she was willing to give it a try under the condition that Bob would come home early (and help her) if she couldn't make it herself. He agreed, and he let her out of her straightjacket. Over a year without the use of her arms meant they were scrawny and nearly useless, but she promised she would do her best to get off (with the help of a more powerful vibrator and fresh batteries). She could use her arms to help wish her husband goodbye for the day, for the first time in over a year.
Jessica managed to get more than a couple orgasms by herself, and made it through that day, but that was just the beginning of her troubles.