1. The Meeting


    Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    pleasurable for me as well? A small voice in the back of my mind chastised me for that thought. Wasn’t it enough that I was providing pleasure for my Dom, in ways that fulfilled your need to control and inflict pain? The more self-centered voice countered this with a simple reminder. Has Sir ever caused you pain without rewarding you with pleasure? I calmed a bit at this, recalling my trust. I didn’t believe you would push me too far. The first splash of wax on my stomach was like a shock. Splatters and streams of heat trailed across my stomach, intense for the first few seconds, then fading to a deep penetrating warmth. I moaned softly each time the hot wax landed on a welt. Those hurt worse. You worked for a time, overlapping colors, sometimes pouring molten wax, other times allowing it to drip in small dots. Over the soft tissue of my breasts, down my stomach again, over each thigh, just along the top of my mound. My hips arched in unspoken invitation, begging. The one place where I wanted it most, needed the heat and the pain, the one place you were avoiding so thoroughly. I gritted my teeth, my clitoris throbbing with eagerness. I no longer noticed the agony of my breasts, the pain obliterated by an impatient need. You knew how much I wanted this, knew that the more aroused I was, the more I wanted my clit to suffer. The avoidance was just another torment for me to endure. I felt a keen disappointment when you set the candles back down. I was covered in wax, everywhere ...
    except the one place I wanted it most. I was beyond frustrated, my hips still making involuntary bucking motions, anything to ease the desperate yearning I felt. Why couldn’t you have tilted the candle just a little lower? You were watching me. I could feel it, your gaze dark and penetrating as your surveyed your handiwork. I blushed at how I must look, strapped and defenseless, nipples suctioned into tubes, red and white wax coating my skin, fidgeting restively. Sprawled and spread and ready for use, like a bitch in heat. I wasn’t sure if I liked that analogy. Now you adjusted the stirrups as I had expected, moving my legs far apart, until I could feel the muscles tense. I was completely open, more vulnerable than I had ever been, completely at your mercy. Which was how you liked me best. I wasn’t sure what to expect, nothing had gone as I had anticipated. One moment you were smiling and teasing, the next cruel and pitiless. I didn’t know where I stood with you. I can still recall the havoc it reeked with my emotions, feeling powerless and inferior. I wasn’t sure if that was part of the game. I watched you as you ambled to the table again, where more instruments of my torment were waiting. What did you have planned next? Could I withstand any more? I felt hot, aching with need and frustration, all my attention focused on you and your next move. Captivated. “I seem to recall a little slut who said she wanted to try electricity.” Your voice was taunting again, relishing in my ...
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