Chapter 14: Aftermath

There’s a short debate about whether I should be given a vibrator, or simply use my hand. Mistress Claudia is allowed to choose the instrument of my debasement, and she decides that my own hand shall be the cause of my undoing. Despite the large number of people watching, I quickly over come any selfconsciousness. My teasing of my clit quickly builds up an arousal. I’ve always been noisy when I build myself up to a peak. My groans and moans as my desire builds are only outdone by the screaming that invariably accompanies one of my orgasms. To anyone who knows me intimately, there will be no ambiguity about the outcome of this challenge.

Two minutes into the challenge, I can feel myself nearing a peak. My grunts and moans give the spectators a clear idea of the state of my innards. Mistress Claudia observes my writhing carefully, noting my eyes and bodily movements. We both sense that keeping this up for another minute will see me explode into a powerful orgasm. Mistress Claudia needs to time her command carefully. Too soon, and I’ll easily bring myself down from my high; too late and I’ll have already had an orgasm and her bet is cancelled.

“Stop!!” shouts Mistress Claudia.

She’s picked her timing well. In other circumstances I would continue on regardless and surrender to the orgasm I desperately desire. But it’s my wish to please Mistress Matilda that overrides my base needs. I whip my fingers away from my clit and clamp my hand over my cunt. I gasp and try to steady my breathing. I’m so close to coming that I screw my eyes shut. For precious seconds I teeter on the brink. Finally I take a deep breath. As soon as I exhale, my urges are quelled and I know the bet is won.

“She secretly came after I said ‘stop’!” protests Mistress Claudia to the gathered audience. “I win!”

I know full well that I prevented myself from achieving that wonderful goal, but convincing those around me is another matter. If anyone here had previously seen me orgasm, then they wouldn’t be doubting the outcome now. But not even Mistress Matilda has seen me when an orgasm rips through me.

“I disagree,” says one of the eight mistresses who have appointed themselves as umpires. “Laura didn’t have an orgasm. I was watching carefully.”

The other seven umpires are split four to three in my favour. Had the bet not been so large, I’m sure the matter would have been settled on a majority decision of the umpires. However twenty thousand Euros is a huge amount, not to mention the eight thousand promised to me. Mistress Claudia insists on at least a 75% majority decision from the umpires before she honours her wager. Neither side is willing to call off the bet, so some method of resolving the impasse is needed.

With five umpires in Mistress Matilda’s favour, and three against, only one of the three umpire needs to be persuaded to change her decision. One of those is Mistress Hildebrand, the giant blond German mistress.

“If we can all observe Sklave Laura endure my little toy, I might be willing to reconsider my decision,” says Mistress Hildebrand, producing a remote controlled vibrator.

Mistress Matilda is unhappy at me being subjected to this torment, but in the absence of a better method of resolving the impasse, she agrees to Mistress Hildebrand’s proposal. Mistress Claudia doesn’t object to the idea, and as usual, I get no choice.

At least I’m allowed to insert the vibrator into my cunt in the bathroom, with only Michelle as witness. My hotpants are refastened, and outwardly everything seems normal. I resume my position kneeling on the table. Mistress Hildebrand begins her trial, putting me through exquisite torment for nearly twenty minutes. She skilfully adjusts the vibrator so that it does wonderful things inside me, bringing me to the cusp of an orgasm several times, only to be told to prevent myself from coming. I obey with great difficulty, but my masochistic determination to respect Mistress Matilda’s wish to deny me an orgasm helps me succeed.

“I still don’t see how this proves anything,” says Mistress Claudia. “The slave could have come numerous times on the quiet.”

“No, she hasn’t,” says Mistress Hildebrand. “With Matty’s permission, I will now make Sklave Laura come. I think we will see the difference.”

I look at Mistress Matilda to see what she decides. She nods in approval and Mistress Hildebrand repeats her earlier torment. Only this time she doesn’t stop when I am obviously nearing a peak. My disgraceful exhibition on the table draws a lot of applause. In reality I remember very little of it beyond the mind blowing pleasure and the sopping wet hotpants that result. Mistress Hildebrand duly reverses her decision and the bet is settled. Mistress Claudia concedes defeat and I’m eight thousand Euros better off.