Webslut Madison Ch. 16

It was a few days later when Madison received her latest message from her blackmailer - and this one was different from the rest.

"Madison," he began, "I can see the way you act when you're aroused. The more aroused you get, the more of a slut you become. Also, I'm sure the longer you go without an orgasm, the more desperate you become. And besides, I will be very busy in the coming weeks, taking a long vacation and so forth, so I will not be around much to give you tasks to do or to watch the results.

So this is what I would like you to do. Today is June 30. Starting tonight at midnight, you will go one month without a single orgasm. I hope you are so depraved and desperate that you will step up your game when I return. I will not contact you until August 1. Of course, have as much sex as you want and post all the videos and pictures you like - but no orgasms. Besides, time off from cumming would do you some good. You need to learn to realize your place in this world. If you're truly as much of a slut as you say you are, your place is to provide pleasure to others, and you will best be able to do that if you're not as focused on your own pleasure. So next time you feel like you want to cum, just simply remind yourself that you don't deserve it, that you are just a plaything."

So good luck, and I'll be in touch in August.

"Holy fucking shit," Madison said softly to herself. "A whole month without a single orgasm?!" The thought sounded crazy. Usually she had an orgasm every day - the longest she had gone without one in the last couple of years might have been four or five days - not even close to a whole month, and at the end of the four or five days she had been horny enough that she would have agreed to a gangbang by a hundred men in front of an audience of a thousand.

"Do I really have to?" She thought. "I mean, would he ever really know if I just said forget it and cheat, every once in a while, anyway?" Then she read the part again about being depraved when he returned, and she knew he would at least have an idea if he didn't return to a fully willing, self-debasing, raunchy, wanton little slut.

"No, he's right," Madison thought to herself with a sigh. "I am always so horny when I haven't gotten off in a while. And I always turn into a super slut. And I always do something really crazy and have the best orgasm. And I really do have to learn that my place is to please others - starting now. Isn't that why I turned into a slut in the first place?"

She knew it was going to be hard, but with a sigh, Madison committed to keeping herself from having a single orgasm until August. And with that, she went to a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. Standing in front of her mirror, she quickly chopped off the bottom half of her college T-shirt. "There," she said. "Now they can all look at me like they deserve. My body, for the pleasure of others." Looking at herself, she could see that at least eight inches of pure, sexy, twenty-two year old midriff was completely exposed. She put on her running shoes and looked in the mirror. "Got to keep this body in shape so I can be as much pleasure to others as possible," she said to her reflection, and then just like that, she went out for a run, making sure to notice any time someone checked her out.

That day was easy, overall, and the next day was a little tougher but manageable. But as the days went on, as had happened in the past, Madison became more sex-starved and sex-crazed by the day. By Independence Day, Madison was ready for a dozen complete strangers to mercilessly run a train on her. She went out to a fireworks show braless with a tiny white top on and her ass plugged and was so horny she almost hoped some guy would drag her into the woods and force her legs apart and use her against her will just so she would have an excuse for having an orgasm. Certainly her blackmailer would understand if she was raped, no?

The next day, Madison went to a grocery store to pick up a few things, and for the occasion, she wore a loose, extremely low-cut top with no bra so that every time she bent over her breasts were completely visible by looking down her shirt. She made sure to give a show to lots of men. Her daily runs became more of an exercise in teasing men than exercise for her body. On July 3, she was down to a sports bra and a pair of compression shorts. By July 6, she was in a homemade cutoff tank top that barely covered her breasts - braless again. And she couldn't actually do much running because her breasts bounced too much, but then again, by that point it wasn't about the exercise.

After her run that day she went for a drive wearing nothing but a bikini top and a skirt, and she made sure to pull the top to the side and give the truckers and any other onlookers a show, sometimes for minutes at a time. And during all this, Madison softly stroked her pussy every couple of minutes, wishing, wanting, craving just one measly orgasm.

"God, this is making me so horny," she said one morning. She hadn't even left her bed yet and already she had her hand in her pajama shorts, stroking her creamy, wet slit. "He was right, I do turn into a slut when I'm not allowed to cum."

Madison thought about seriously finding a guy to blow. Just find someone on Tinder or even Facebook and show up somewhere, get in his car, suck his dick and swallow and leave. It seemed so satisfying, but she knew it would be no release, it would just make her even more needy. So all she could do was wait, and figure out how the day's events would allow her to at least satisfy some of her cravings, even if she knew she would be left waiting, wanting, dripping wet. "God, I think I would do anything to cum - no matter how insane it is," she thought. She stroked her pussy and fantasized about showing up at a mall with "gangbang me" written on her and stripping naked and walking from one end to the other. But of course, she couldn't actually do that! So what was she going to do?

Madison thought for several minutes, lightly stroking her clit but not intensely enough to get close to orgasm, just enough to keep her aroused. After a few minutes, she sighed. "This really sucks," she said out loud. "I want to cum, like - so bad!"

She decided to go for a run to take her mind off of things. "An actual run," she said to herself. "Not a braless run where I'm really just using it as an excuse to show off my tits. I need to get my mind off of sex."

But as she put on a tank top and running shorts, she thought about what her blackmailer said about her purpose being to serve others, not to please herself. She looked at herself in the mirror after she laced up her shoes. "Damn it," she said. "This isn't doing a very good job of pleasing anyone, is it - I mean, I know - as someone who sometimes plays around with girls - when I see a hot girl running but she's all covered up I'm really disappointed. This isn't going to cut it."

Madison settled for taking out her scissors and chopping off the majority of her tank top, so that its bottom edge was even with the bottom of her sports bra. "There," she said. "I'm showing as much as I realistically can for an actual run, I think."

She stopped and looked at herself. She really was attracted to the sight of her own naked body - her own sluttiness. Madison had more than realized that her own slutty behavior completely aroused her - it was probably the side of her that was attracted to girls. And not just any girls, but filthy, dirty sluts most of all.

"You know," she said as she touched her pussy through her shorts, "I should - like - I should chop off all my shirts. Like, every last one. Donate the ones I'm not willing to cut in half. Like - get rid of any jackets, coats, cardigans, anything slightly modest. I'd be forcing myself to always have my whole belly on full display, whether I wanted to show it or not."

"But like - I'm not sure what I'd ever wear in front of my parents, or my old high school friends, and - ohhhhh, God, what would my professors and classmates think of me then?

"I mean - in a perfect world I would just do it. Just say fuck it and force myself to look trashy one hundred percent of the time. Show my parents, my friends what I really am. Be a complete and total slut. I'd be so embarrassed - my family would be so ashamed of me. But secretly I would love it."

Madison realized she had worked up a wet spot in her shorts, so she sighed again, realizing how much denial was killing her. She pulled down her shorts, slid off her panties, put her shorts back on and stepped out the door.

Her run was rather uneventful. The breeze blowing up her shorts felt nice, and she really did mostly forget all about her sexual desires for the better part of an hour while she was out. There were guys checking her out, of course, but she tried to focus on keeping her body in shape for whoever wound up using her in the months to come.

However, all of her feelings came rushing back when she got home and stepped into the shower. Just the sight and touch of her own naked body sent shivers down her spine. She just couldn't take it any more - all she could think about was sex! Every waking moment it seemed was trounced with sexual urges and desire. How was she ever going to keep this up for - gasp - twenty four more days?!

When she got out of the shower, Madison dried herself but did not put on any clothes, she just sat in bed naked. It was all she could do to keep from getting on Tinder and finding some random cock to suck. "God, it's only noon," she muttered. "And I don't even have to work today." It was one thing that seemed to somehow distract her enough that she could manage to kill a few hours without being in constant danger of losing control of her body.

Slowly, she got up and flipped open her computer, hoping to find something to entertain her. But of course, her mind kept drifting off to sexual thoughts. "I know I can't look at porn," she said. "I'd cum in half a second." She stared at her screen, hoping something would distract her.

Something on her computer screen caught her eye, however. It was a folder of the photos she had initially uploaded to the porn site - she had saved the folder to her desktop, wondering if anyone would ever happen across it if they borrowed her computer. Of course, nobody had ever asked to borrow it, but Madison started to get curious about how far her online exposure had gone.

She brought up her search engine and typed in "Madison Holt." But all that came up were a couple of articles and a picture of her in her graduation gown, which make her snicker in delight thinking about what she was wearing underneath of it when that picture was taken, and what she had gotten into that day. "I almost got busted," she thought.

Next she tried "Webslut Madison." Nothing. And on she went until she sighed in disappointment.

"Maybe it's a good thing I never really got what I begged for," she thought. "After all, I'd be completely ruined." But yet she couldn't shake the thought about what life would be like if it had happened. "And didn't I say I need to stop sleeping around and start playing online more?" She thought.

Madison got up and went to make lunch - names of course - but she couldn't get the yearn for exposure out of her head. It was like a worm had crawled into her brain and began to eat, growing and growing until it took over her body and mind completely. Madison ate her lunch nude in her living room, feeling that she didn't much deserve clothes, and then went and laid down at her bed. All she could think about was being completely ruined.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as she softly stroked her pussy. "I'm so fucking horny. I need it so bad - to be her - to be completely exposed - to be Webslut Madison. Ohhhhh, I'm too horny to stop myself. God, mmmhmmm, oh fuck!" She moaned. "I need to ruin myself completely, the thought just - like - ohhhh, the thought just turns me on so much! I don't care what happens to me, I just want to be an exposed, ruined little slut!"

Madison knew already that, despite her previous reservations, she was going to go through with it. She was going to make sure she got what she craved. Madison was too desperate, too controlled by desire and arousal to be able to say no to herself. Although she had wondered in the past why her videos never seemed to go viral, why she had never been truly exposed - after all, she had given her blackmailer plenty of material - she no longer so much as cared. "If nobody else is going to expose me, I'm going to do it to myself," she said at last. But she knew she needed a plan - a good plan - to ensure that her exposure would be widespread, her humiliation extreme, her ruination constant and complete, and her consequences irreversible.

So Madison laid on her bed, thinking aloud, softly stroking her clit, heightening her arousal but not risking having an orgasm, as she planned her fate.

"I could just do it now - post it all," she said. "The thing is, there's so much more I could do - and explain - and write on myself," she said. "I think I need to make some more videos. One to re-explain, and a few to write on my body - maybe one of me slapping myself to bruises and tears, ohhhh!" The thought got her a little closer to orgasm, so she backed off momentarily, then began stroking again.

"But it's really hard to wash off the writing," she thought. "Or else i'd just do them back to back and post it all and watch my world fall apart. No, I mean - the permanent marker is great but it's a bitch to wash off so I can write something else. Lipstick is hot but you really have to scrub and then it gets me all red and - no, I'd still have to wait till the next day. And washable marker just runs everywhere."

"On the other hand, I can't wait until August to post it all. I like - I know I'll be too horny to take it down before then, but who knows - after I can cum again I might not be as turned on all the time and I don't know if I'll have the courage to do it."

This, of course, made her wonder if it was all just a horrible idea in the first place. She very briefly thought about all she had to lose - her bright future as a teacher, a chance at a stable job, maybe even marriage and a family - shit, her own family, her parents - they would be so mortified if they ever found out. Her friends would either try to save her or desert her.

"No," she said to herself. "I want this too much. I've fantasized about it for too long and honestly, I don't care how ruined I get - actually I do - I hope I lose it all, ohhhhh god!" She clamped down on her clit as she revealed her innermost desires and came close to cumming - too close - but a moment later she had settled down and was back to making a rational, if completely insane, plan.

"I think I need a week," she thought. "A week before I am allowed to cum. In a week I can get reposted so many times. I just have to post across different sites and post entries for people to see where I beg to be exposed and ruined. I'll have a week to make sure I completely lose control - meaning it's all been spread around and reposted so many times I could never get it erased - and then, even if I back out and delete everything, I will be the internet's little plaything forever. And then when I google my own name I will see nothing but me, acting like a total slut."

"And in the meantime I can do more videos - one a day, maybe, just a couple minutes - except I think the one of me slapping myself should go on for a half hour, I need to really, really like - hurt and abuse myself ohhhhh!" She almost came again as she said this and had to back off again for a moment.

"That's it. One video a day, starting today. I save them and I post them all - and everything I've done up until now - on July 23. Then for a week I beg for everyone to spread them around while I'm at my absolute horniest. I'll probably even like - get so horny I'll beg for the worst - like beg to be exposed in really stupid and risky places. And then I'll never be able to take it back."

Madison smiled at the thought. She knew she would eventually regret it big time, but she was too turned on by herself to care. "I'm committed to living as a slut from here on," she said. "And I think that means I have to cut up my clothes too. Maybe not now, maybe let things play out and see what happens, but let's set a date."

"Maybe New Year's Day. After this year, I'll make sure my wardrobe is just trashy clothes and that's it. I mean I'm never going to be a teacher, so I know I don't need anything resembling professional clothing, and if I do, I'll buy it for an interview or something - like a professional-looking mini skirt and a low-cut blouse, so I can keep it trashy too - or I'll buy something if I visit my parents - and then I'll cut it in half or toss it out. Rules are rules. Hmmmm, maybe I could ask some strangers on the internet for a bunch of ridiculous rules too - like having to go to class with my ass plugged, or having to flash my tits to five people a day, or suck off guys for two dollars, ohhhhh!" Madison had to stop rubbing herself again as she almost came for the third time in five minutes. But this time, she didn't simply go back to caressing her pussy - it was time to execute her plan.

Madison woke her computer up from its slumber before realizing that her phone had a better camera. She set it on its perch near her bed and turned on its video recording feature and sat down.

"Hi, um - ok - so I'm Madison," she began. "Madison Holt actually. I'm, um - I'm making this little video because - I just like, want to explain a few things and basically, umm - ask you all to do me a huge favor. And that's to basically, like - repost me everywhere, completely expose me, show me to your friends and basically ruin me," she said nervously.

"I've been like - fantasizing about this for months, maybe even a year now, and it hasn't happened yet, and I mean - It all started with this - I did a dare where I could wind up completely exposed or basically just naked without a lot of risk. And the first time I won, or - sort of lost - like, it was pretty tame. And then the second time it was a lot worse, and I thought I was fucked. But it turned out nobody really spread me around, the way I wanted, the way I deserved, ohhhh!" She looked down and realized she had spread her legs open and started stroking her pussy again.

"See? You can see how turned on this gets me," she said, giggling. "So somebody got all my info and started forcing me to go out and behave like a complete slut - which was fun, but like - not nearly far enough for me. And then he - ohhhh, he told me I can't cum until August. It's July 7 now, it's been a week already and I'm like - losing my mind as you can see, and it's just going to get worse."

"But I really want it this time - I'm serious, like, no going back, permanent, complete exposure. So this is what I'm going to do. Every day from now until July 23 I'm going to make a video. I'm not going to post them yet but on July 23 I'm going to post everything - so if you're watching this it's at least July 23 - I'm going to write on my body and humiliate myself and beg for the worst things to happen to me."

"Like, I - I know I shouldn't want this but, ohhhhh," I just don't care," she said, stroking her pussy. "It turns me on too much. And I want there to basically be no way for me to chicken out. So I'm picking July 23 because that will give you all a week to ruin me and make it permanent before I am allowed to cum. Like, I'm afraid I will - if I cum, and like - get the release from this - like, I'll just take everything down and then I won't get what I need, ohhhh!"

"So no going back, no chickening our, because I'm going to crave complete exposure as a web slut from July 23 until August 1st. And in the meantime I get to make new videos and make it more humiliating when it happens."