[Fiction] Hot Wax Makes For A Hot Session

[sciencegal]

You warned me before you tied me up that things were going to get hot tonight. If only I had known how literal you were being.

My pulse quickened in my bare chest as you tightened the last ankle restraint. I watched as you took a step back to admire your work. I lay on the bed, naked and aroused, hands and feet bound to the far corners of the bed, spread eagle and eagerly awaiting your next move. You walked beside the bed, my head turning to watch as you grabbed something from the bedside drawer. We kept our most used toys here, and I could feel myself getting wet in anticipation, hoping you were picking one of my favorites. Instead, you pulled out a large bag I knew was filled with pinchy wooden clothespins.

You deliberately set the bag down right beside me before taking two pegs out. I felt the cool wood run across my bare breasts as you teased me, caressing my skin before you opened each one and clamped it down without warning on my unsuspecting nipples. I sucked in a breath of surprise, the pegs biting into my tender flesh, waves of sharp, tingly pain radiating through my nipples.

You smiled that wicked smile, obviously enjoying my discomfort. I felt the gentle touch of your fingertip between my breasts, tracing a path slowly downward. Your finger was moving so slow, driving me crazy. Despite the pain, I squirmed under your touch, trying to guide your teasing finger right to my aching clit. Instead, you pulled your hand away, leaving me desperate for your touch as a mix of pleasure and pain swirled deep inside me. I could feel my blood pumping through my veins, nervous and excited at the same time, causing my nipples to throb even harder. You walked out of the bedroom, leaving me naked and alone, completely helpless.

A million thoughts raced through my head, my nipples throbbing under the bite of the pegs, clit pulsing with my accelerated heartbeat. I waited impatiently, pulling on my restraints to no effect. You had secured them tightly, giving me very little room to wiggle. After what felt like forever, you finally walked back into the bedroom carrying a selection of items. Beside the bag of pegs, you placed my large blue cross stitch hoop, 2 rubber bands, a lighter, and a blue tapered candle.

“What is all that for?” I asked, clueless to how you would be using most of the items. I had a hunch about the candle, but the other items had me stumped.

“You’ll see.” You told me with an evil grin. Without warning, you yanked the pegs from my nipples without opening them, causing me to gasp and moan in pain. My nipples stung as the blood rushed back into them, pain washing over me now as I squirmed in my restraints, trying to soothe them. I watched as you took four more pegs out of the bag, gathering them with the two that were forcefully yanked from my body. You put all six pegs between my breasts, the grainy wood scratching my warm skin, my nipples aching at the sight of them. To my relief, you took pity on me, gently circling my aching nipples with your fingers, rolling it between your finger and thumb before returning your attention to the blue paraphernalia beside me.

I nervously watched as you picked up both rubber bands, hoping that you wouldn’t be using those on me next. To my relief, you laid them on my stomach, picking up the big blue hoop instead. You unscrewed the outer hoop, sliding it free from the inner one. Fascinated, I watched as you stretched a rubber band over each side of the inner hoop, parallel to each other, putting the outer hoop back on, securing it in place by tightening the screw. The two rubber bands ran up either side of the hoop, about one inch from the edge and four inches from each other. I still no clue what you planned to do with it, but I was eager to find out.

You quickly grabbed a peg, my breath catching in my throat, dreading where it would be going. Curiously, you opened the peg and attached it to one rubber band, opening pointing towards the center of the hoop. You did the same thing with the other pegs, putting three pegs on each rubber band so that the pegs opened towards the center.

“What is that for?” I asked you, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Your hand shot out, slapping my pussy hard, reminding me immediately who was in charge. “This little device is going to keep you spread nice and wide for me.” You teased, making my pulse quicken and my clit involuntarily throb.

“You see, I don’t just want your legs spread nice and wide.” You told me, patting my thigh. “I also want your pussy spread wide for me.” You picked up the blue hoop, proudly showing me your work before lowering it between my legs, taking your time to position it carefully. I felt a sharp bite in my right labia as you place one of the pegs on it, quickly followed by the other two nearby. You did the same to my left labia, attaching three pegs to it. You stood back, picking up a small mirror, positioning it between my spread legs. I looked into the mirror, shocked at what I saw. My labia were spread wide, pulled outwards towards my thighs by the clothespins on the rubber bands, completely exposing my clit and wet pussy. The hoop kept the rubber bands in place, forcing my labia apart without any effort on your part. We had done something similar before, using duct tape to tape the clothespins to my upper thigh, but this looked so much better. It looked sort of like a torture device I’d seen in so many porn videos, but more colorful.

I stared at myself before you took the mirror away, loving how simple yet effective your device was. “Glad you like it.” You said, walking back beside me. It was at that moment that I remembered the other items on the bed. You lit the blue candle in front of me, the flame glowing hotly, illuminating your face and that wicked grin. I felt the first few drips of hot wax on my breast, the drops falling slowly at first as the candle started to melt. The wax hit my cool skin with a fiery sting, forming a circle around my sore nipple. You positioned each drop of wax carefully, making sure each hit a naked patch of skin as the hot wax splashed on my skin. The candle moved over my other breast, repeating the same pattern before I felt an intense burning sensation on my nipple as the hot wax landing directly on my sore skin. I sucked in a sharp breath, the sting radiating through my nipple, sending shivers of painful pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting wetter as you dripped the hot wax between my breasts, following the trail of your teasing hand that left me so desperate earlier, a heat growing inside me with every single drop.

This time you didn’t pull away. You continued dripping the hot, stinging wax lower, now creating what felt like a triangle of blue wax on my mons pubis. The sting now felt much better, less hot and more pleasurable as you continued dripping blue wax just above my aching clit, creating a nice mound of wax that quickly hardened into a neat shape of your design.

I felt the wax carefully moving lower, the hot liquid splashing on my exposed skin as you let the next drop fall directly above my clit. I gasped and moaned, the hot liquid running directly over my clit before sliding down towards my vaginal opening where it hardened. I knew I was getting wetter by the second, and not from the molten liquid that was trailing over my most sensitive parts. I grabbed at my wrist cuffs, holding the rope that secured me as you let the next drop of hot wax land directly on my exposed clit. I couldn’t help it, I whimpered as the hot liquid hit my skin, dripping lower before hardening on my inner labia. With my pussy completely exposed like this, I had no defenses against the barrage of wax droplets, , causing my pussy to pulse and throb with need as the hot liquid trailed across my exposed skin.

To my pleasure and discomfort, you continued to let the candle melt all over my open and exposed pussy, completely covering my clit until it was encased in hard wax before turning your attention lower. I could felt you letting the wax drip down the sides of my inner labia, letting it harden on its path downwards. Your hand moved forcing the hot wax to drip directly on my vaginal opening where the hot liquid blended with my own juices, hardening just above my asshole. A constant stream of burning liquid continued to hit my skin as you patiently covered my entire pussy in blue wax. The candle continued to get smaller and smaller as the wax hardened, sealing my pussy closed, leaving me with an insatiable desire for you to fuck me building inside me.

“Please.” I begged, the desire inside me reaching a fevered pitch. The stinging pain had aroused me to the point where all I could think about was being fucked by you.

“Please what?” You asked, obviously enjoying my struggles.

“Fuck me. Please, I need you to fuck me.” I begged, my cheeks burning.

You let a few more drips of hot wax fall on my pussy before extinguishing the flame. “I’d love to, but you seem to have a pretty effective barrier up.” You teased me, poking the hot wax. I could feel the mound of wax move slightly, but I couldn’t feel your touch.

“Rip it off, please I’m so desperate. I need you.” I begged once more, my words dripping with my sense of overriding horniness.

“Hmm, I would but I don’t want to get wax under my nails.” You deliberately were drawing this out, loving how badly I was squirming, begging for your touch. “I have an idea that will get the wax off and save my nails.” You told me, walking over to the box of toys we kept in the closet. I couldn’t see what you were doing, but by the way you dug through the box, I knew you had something very specific in mind.

You returned to the bed, standing between my legs. “Hold still.” You teased, holding something behind your back. I watched as you swung your arm from behind you, up over your shoulder before a black blur came crashing down on my open pussy. I felt dozens of leather strips striking my unsuspecting skin as the flogger slammed down onto me, wayward strips striking the tender flesh of my thighs.

“Fuuuck!” I yelped as the leather bit into my skin, stinging far worse than the wax had. My upper thighs were already showing angry red marks as you raised the flogger to strike again. Your wrist was now doing the work as you brought the flogger down once more, bits of wax flying off. You started to develop a rhythm, your wrist dancing, bringing the flogger down painfully on my exposed skin as you continued to whip away the hard bits of wax on my sensitive skin. I squirmed and wiggled under the constant barrage of strikes, the individual strands of the flogger striking at my clit and inner labia with a fierce bite.

With most of my pussy free of wax you repositioned yourself, turning your aim to the little bit of wax still clinging to my clit. I held my breath as you brought the flogger down directly on my clit, forcing the air from me as I screamed in pain as the leather bit into my skin. My pussy throbbed and pulsed as my clit felt like it was on fire, a new heat spreading through my pussy as my skin grew redder and redder. My clit now free of wax, you let me catch my breath. The pegs were starting to ache on my labia, but you didn’t remove them. You walked back to the closet, putting on a harness before inserting a rather large dildo. I felt your hands hold my right ankle as you undid my cuff, doing the same to my left one.

“On your knees, ass up high. And you better not push the hoop off or you’ll be sorry.” You warned me. I scooted up the bed, carefully rolling onto my side, making sure to keep my legs wide apart as I rolled once more onto my stomach, hoping to avoid dislodging the pegs holding the hoop in place. I used my elbows to prop myself up, my wrists crossed over each other as I pulled my knees up underneath me. You helped reposition the hoop, pulling it behind my thighs so it was facing you, my labia still pulled painfully away from my body.

“Now that’s a million dollar view.” You joked, your hand rubbing up and down my sore pussy. “I guess I won’t be needing any extra lube.” You said, feeling my obvious wetness on your fingers. I felt the tip of the dildo at my vaginal entrance as you rubbed it up and down, getting it nice and wet before thrusting it in with one big push.

I moaned an incoherent string of words, pleasure completely overtaking my thoughts as the dildo completely filled me, stretching my pussy. With the dildo deep inside me, I could feel the pegs pulling on my labia, pinching my skin even more. But that didn’t stop you. Pulling the dildo back a few inches, you thrust once more, filling me completely. I pulled at my bounds, desperate to play with my aching clit as you started to really pound my pussy, your thrusts hard and deep, your body slamming into mine with every deep thrust. After a few minutes I didn’t even think about my clit, the forceful fucking all I could focus on now. You kept up your pace, really fucking me fast as I felt an impending orgasm growing closer and closer.

“I’m going to cum. Please let me cum.” I mumbled, between moans as your body slammed into my thighs, the pegs on my labia painfully spreading me open, my face buried in the bed.

“Cum for me my little slut.” You ordered, sending a shiver down my spine, straight to my clit as I felt an intense orgasm being ripped from deep inside me. My pussy convulsed, gripping down hard on the dildo still slamming in and out of me, my clit pulsing and throbbing as waves of ecstasy rolled through me. I could hear you moaning in pleasure too as you continued your fierce fucking, driving the dildo deep inside me, holding nothing back. With every hard thrust, your body slammed into me, pulling mercilessly on the pegs on my labia, the pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. Finally, as the waves of pleasure started to subside, you began slowing down, giving both of us a chance to catch our breath. I could tell by the way you now held onto my back that you had also experienced a rather intense, enjoyable orgasm.

You leaned down, kissing my shoulder before pulling the dildo fully out of me. I felt the pegs move before you opened them one by one, sending my blood painfully rushing back to the pinched skin, a new wave of pain coursing through my pussy. After the last peg was removed, I felt your hands rubbing my sore, red skin, soothing the angry flesh. You rolled me onto my back, an eyebrow lifting when you saw the blue wax still covering my nipples.

“Looks like I missed a spot.” You laughed as you picked up the flogger. “Guess we will have to play another round.”