By Lupo_D
I awoke again to sensation, and only that. Which was more than enough, since it felt as though my nipples were on fire. Surprisingly, that was a reassurance since there was little else available to help me assure myself that I was in fact awake.
As I took stock and tensed and flexed my body, I came to realize my predicament. She’d taken no chances here either. That funny-smelling cloth had been placed over my nose, and I felt myself go limp in the restraints that held me to the frame. And then, as before, blackness. She quite obviously had additional plans for me, and didn’t want me in any way shape or form to be able to offer any resistance once she freed me from the frame.
The nipple clamps she’d placed on me were still there, and my ass still felt warm and tender from the extremely thorough whipping she’d administered with the cat-o-nine tails. I could still almost feel every welt she’d raised. Just the memory of it was enough to make me squirm in my restraints. And she’d done another excellent job there.
My cock and balls were still caged, and the alligator style clips clung tenaciously to my nipples. The posture collar still held my head rigidly in place, but the ballgag trainer had been replaced with a strap-on pump gag that had been inflated until my cheeks were full, and no sound could be heard. A thick padded leather blindfold cut off all sight, and she’d even gone so far as to put the silicone earplugs in my ears. I was blind, deaf, and mute.
Then she’d hauled out my weight bench and, locking it in the flat position, had placed me face-up, and used what felt like a dozen straps to bind me tightly to it, rendering me nearly immobile. My arms were pulled underneath the bench and secured there with locking leather cuffs. The body harness I’d been wearing had been removed, and replaced by the straps that now held me rigidly in place. One across my upper chest and shoulders, one across my lower chest, a wide strap across my abdomen, and two additional straps cris-crossing my chest. Then, for the coup de grace, she’d added a strap across my forehead, holding my head firmly in place.
She’d then pushed the bench into place under the frame she’d just released me from, and my legs were now held aloft and spread wide by the leather cuffs secured to my ankles and then tied as high as possible on the frame. Movement was reduced to minuscule distances and only produced the sound of creaking leather, a sound I could feel due to the tightness of the straps.
My struggles must have signaled her that I was awake, because my nipples suddenly exploded into pinpoints of searing pain as she methodically whipped each clipped tit with a riding crop. None of the blows were particularly hard, but designed to work in concert with the clamps to keep my attention focused on my tortured nipples. Each blow felt more intense than the last, but as they continued, I felt an awakening passion in my loins, which created additional pain as my cock tried to swell and strain against the cage and harness that confined it. In spite of this, I felt my arousal from deep within myself, and my hips began to gyrate, thrusting my caged manhood upward. Big mistake. My thrusts were answered with stinging blows from the crop exploding on my inner thighs. My thrusts became flinches as she changed the focus of her whipping to my uplifted legs and ass, renewing and reviving the fire that had cooled to embers from the last onslaught.
I writhed and flinched in my bonds, and grunted into my gag, the sound reduced to a mere shadow of itself thanks to the incredible effectiveness of the device. Then the blows stopped. My body flinched from undelivered blows, responding to the ghost whip that seemed to fall but never did. I tried to track her movements, but the blindfold and the earplugs prevented it. I then erupted in a muffled scream of agony/arousal as my nipple exploded again. But this pain was different. It took me a moment to realize why. Ice! Blessed, cursed ice! Soothing the heat of my pain, yet at the same time increasing the agony, as my nipples hardened in response to the cold. My breathing came in gasping shudders of indrawn breath as the cold fire moved from one nipple to the other and back again. I could feel the sweat starting to roll off my body, and yet still feel the ice-induced chill roll down my spine.
The frozen cube traced intricate patterns down my body causing the muscles and skin to flinch away as it came, and gooseflesh to form as it passed. She moved down my captive body to my legs, and ran the cold cube over my reddened thighs and allowed the water to run down my legs in tickling rivulets that gathered in a pool under my ass. I squirmed pulled at my bonds and then froze as the ice cube came in contact with my balls. I sucked my breath in sharply, my abdomen and groin muscles contracted, and a muffled moan escaped through the gag. Slowly, ever so slowly she ran the ice over my entire cock, causing it to contract and shrink from the cold, then expand from the arousal. I was breathing heavier now, and again I tried to find release by thrusting my cock against the ice. She chuckled as before, and the ice vanished. Then her hand, no, just her fingernails were grazing the back of my thighs, following their own pattern to my cock, which she stroked ever so slightly with her nails. Again my hips responded by thrusting against her hand. The hand was pulled away.
Then the plugs were pulled from my ears, and she was there, talking in a low voice.
“ Your arousal is by my design and for my pleasure. You might as well put away any thoughts of release for a while. As I said, you are here for my pleasure, and I haven’t begun to use you as I intend. You will make me come again and again, satisfy my urges over and over, and you will do so without resistance or complaint because I am in control, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. If you’re good though, I may let you masturbate for me while I watch. Would you like that?”
Yes! Yes! My God, YES! The answer screamed in my mind, but I could only answer with an emphatic nasal “uh-huh” sound over the gag.
“And if you’re really good, I may even suck your cock and let you come in my mouth. Would you like that?”
My answer was an ecstasy-filled moan of arousal and frustration that whistled through my nose. She chuckled.
“ I thought so, but personally I don’t think you’ll make it. But you might, so here comes your first test. I’m going to take the gag off, and I don’t want to hear anything when I do, understand?” Another nasal uh-huh from me.
I heard the air passing out of the valve of the gag’s inflation bulb, and felt the pressure on my cheeks lessen. She pulled the deflated gag from my mouth with a quiet pop. I flexed and stretched and flexed my mouth, but said nothing.
“Good. You listen well. But it’s time for you to work for your release.” With that she straddled the bench and lowered her exposed, wet pussy onto my mouth.
My nostrils filled with the sweet aroma of her arousal, and my lips closed over the freshly shaved lips of her pussy. A thrill ran through me. She shaved herself! For me! She hadn’t been all that crazy about the idea, but now she’d shaved her pubis bare, knowing how much a shaved snatch turned me on, knowing that it would send me right over the edge. My cock throbbed, and I began sucking in earnest. My lips sucked and squeezed her delicate nether lips, and my tongue ran over the surface before delving into her, in search of her clit. I knew I’d struck pay dirt as she gasped and squeezed my captive head harder between her thighs. I increased my tempo in response. My lips pursed and closed to suck on her now engorged clit, then released it to run my tongue over it and then resume sucking. It obviously worked because she suddenly became very vocal, and her hips took on a mind of their own as she ground her shaved sex on my mouth.
For minute after gasping, gulping minute she ground, she bucked, she squeezed, and she moaned as I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her clit, and thrust my tongue deep into the moist depths of her sex. I could feel her climax coming, starting with minute spasms deep in her sex, and then rolling outward until they overtook her whole body in a muscle tightening, shuddering orgasm that sent her release gushing into my captive mouth, and caused her to release a guttural cry of complete sexual release. Her body shook as she climaxed again and again, until she collapsed, limp, spent, on the floor next to my imprisoning bench. It took her a few minutes to recover, and I used the time to catch my breath and lick the residue of her climax from my lips and mouth. Then she was back, speaking softly in my ear.
“That was incredible!” I allowed myself to smile. “But that was just the beginning, my slave.”
I heard a lighter flick nearby. The Candle. She’s lighting the Candle! Another chill of excitement/fear ran through me, knowing what was next. She’d talked about wax dripping and that she thought it would be fun. It seemed we were both about to find out.
“We have much yet to do before you earn the right to cum, and I have many more orgasms to experience before then as well. You will be well used by that time, I assure you. Now we can’t have you making a lot of noise, so it’s time to gag you again.”
With this, she buckled on a new gag, and in a flash I recognized the plug in my mouth. She’d buckled on the penis extension gag - in addition to the large silencing plug in my mouth, it also had a 7-inch dildo mounted on the outside for her to take advantage of. She’s going to fuck my face with this thing on! I went from complete embarrassment to arousal and back again at the thought. I tried to relax and prepare myself for the next round, but my concentration was shattered as the first dose of hot, melted wax hit my chest. I gasped through my nose, as the heat seemed to grow and then cool, only to be replaced with the next drop hitting. I gasped again and realized its was going to be a long, wonderful evening..........