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wax and whips and wartenburgs, oh my!
6/5/2009 12:18 pm Last Read: |
i had everything the way he liked and was anticipating his arrival. an instant message popped up saying he was on his way and to light some candles. anyone who knows me can guess what these instructions did to me. i ran to the cabinet and took out all the candles i could find and the fireplace matches and ran to the play room to set up. he started with the flogger after securing me to the cardio glide. i bent over and spread my legs like a good girl and he started on me. he likes to hurt a variety of body parts in every session, and leaves such pretty marks. of course i asked to cum while he was concentrating on my clit, i do so love pussy torture! after a while, he unhooked my cuffs, turned me around and told me to kneel. he brought my arms behind me and secured them again to the cardio glide. this was new, and had oh so many possibilities! of course i knelt with my knees wide open to expose my pussy, as i was trained. he was not, however interested in my pussy for the moment. the candles had melted sufficiently for a nice puddle of hot wax in each, did i say how much i love heat? he brought the candle around in front of me and i shivered. i don't know what his capabilities are, a choice i made due to my new dance with danger, and had no idea if he would burn me with the flame or the wax. he likes to see the fear in my eyes. as he brought the candle closer, i closed my eyes and tilted my head back, exposing my throat, as well as my chest. he started dripping it and i screamed. i didn't move at all as he tortured me with the wax, not knowing whether i would be scarred but not caring. he put down the last candle when there was no more wax left, and lit a match. now i panicked. he brought the flame to me and all i could see beyond it was the look on his face. at the last inch, he blew it out and touched it against my left breast. we all know the old trick about a match burning twice, oh yes, it burned and blistered and boy how i loved it. he lit another match and i started to prepare for the pain by accessing my lamaze training. not so good with matches. i accidentally blew it out. he knew i didn't mean to and that i felt really bad about it, so he did the only thing a good dom would do. he punished me for it. the next match he lit, stayed lit until he wanted it out. he touched that one to my left breast too, not far from the other mark and i screamed again. my breasts were on fire from the wax which had now hardened. he grabbed the wartenburg wheel and started running it over my body like he was cutting a pizza. my already tortured breasts were screaming in agony as he drew lines accross them with the points. when he had done sufficient damage with the sharp tool, he switched to a whip and started beating my breasts again. harder and harder he beat until i was screaming through the gag in my mouth. i looked pleadingly at him and shook my head the slightest amount. he hesitated and looked directly in my eyes, knowing that i was silently begging him to stop. his facial expression suddenly grew colder and harder and he started beating them harder and faster than before. that is the image i recall over and over again, that keeps me from going crazy when i am not servicing him. |
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