“You want to be my slut?”
“Yes.”
“Then say it.” As he said this, his fingers moved to my clit – the vibrator persistently fucking my ass.
“I’m your slut. This pussy is yours.”
“Good.”
He withdrew everything. I felt agonizingly empty.
“Turn over.”
I collapsed on the floor and rolled over onto my back. My arms still stretched above me. The blindfold still not allowing me any hint of what was to come.
That’s when I heard another vibrator start. A different type of buzzing replaced the first. Oh my. He placed it inside my soaked pussy. It was slightly curved and quite pleasant
“Hold it in there.”
I squeezed my muscles, making a concerted effort to hold the vibrator in place. But it was slippery and I was slippery and it started to slide. I pulled my thighs together to try to hold it in place, but I couldn’t. It slid out with a squishy plop.
“I said hold it” He pushed it forcefully back in and walked away. Damn, I fucked up. He left me there for what felt like an eternity. I tilted my hips to counteract gravity. The stress of trying not to disappoint him further must’ve signaled my bladder. I had to pee so bad, but I was afraid to ask.
I knew he was close, I hadn’t heard footsteps indicating a departure. I couldn’t hold the vibrator or my urine any longer.
“Please, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“I should make you hold it.”
“I have to go really bad, sir.”
Maybe the use of the word sir rather than his name sparked something. Maybe he just wanted to have something over me that I would have to repay. Either way, I soon heard the clanking of the restraints and then I was free, but I didn’t move. I let the vibrator slip to the floor and remained still. It may have been my room, but I was still blindfolded and my legs were a little weak.
Walter grabbed my elbow and put a reassuring arm around my waist. He lifted me to my feet. He crossed my arms in front of my chest and began to walk, his body pressed against me. He guided me without speaking. Soon I felt the cool tile beneath my feet signaling the bathroom. He turned me around and gently pushed back. I felt the toilet and immediately lowered myself. The task finished, he walked me back to the bed, the same way. I could tell he was still clothed and wondered about this.
I was shackled to the bed, once more lying on my back. He left me again. Damn. Now what?
I felt something immensely hot and liquid fall onto my stomach. The drip cooled and hardened. Wax! Then again, this time closer to my breast. I quickly drew in a breath and bit my lip. The wax burning as it hit my skin. As it cooled and hardened, the sensation changed to an intense heat that was surprisingly pleasurable. This mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. He repeated it all over my torso. Until he dripped wax onto an unsuspecting nipple.
“Ooh Shit.” That was deep.
“You like that, don’t you slut?”
“Mmm, yes. I do.”
He continued until I felt I must be coated in wax. Then nothing. Once again, my stomach tensed with anticipation. The muscles in my legs tightened and I willed myself to relax.