MENAGE - Bound,gagged,stuffed DOMINATED (1st time Gang,MFM, MFMM, MFMMM ,DP,TP,White Female Shared Hard,Fast without Protection)-Volume 2 -10 Short Story Book Boxed Set Anthology

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MENAGE - Bound,gagged,stuffed DOMINATED (1st time Gang,MFM, MFMM, MFMMM ,DP,TP,White Female Shared Hard,Fast without Protection)-Volume 2 -10 Short Story Book Boxed Set Anthology Page 19

by Nicola Diaz


  He pulls his fingers from me, and seals my pussy with more hot wax. As my pussy is shut up tight with this drying wax, it seems to lift from its perch. He moves the wand over my caked over pussy now, and then he holds the candle directly to my entrance. I writhe against this threat, the flame too close to me. Then he pushes this flame directly against my pussy, and pushes the candle into me, fast. It disappears inside me, almost all the way, and then he pauses. He fucks me with this candle as I moan softly, and then a little louder. Closer to climax than I was a moment earlier, I think that I might have a huge orgasm any time now.

  I don’t though, and he is removing the candle from me too soon. I try to grip it with the muscles of my pussy, try to keep it in me a little longer, just a little longer. I cannot though, and soon enough it has slipped out of me completely. To my amazement, the flame burns brighter than it did when it was inserted. It moves wildly, from side to side, and then up, high, reaching. Julian enters me again with this candle, and thankfully brings me to an orgasm, before pulling the candle from me, still burning. I am impressed.

  He seals up my pussy with wax again, and then turns me over, so that I am face down now in the contraption. He spanks my bottom with the palm of one hand, then the other. Then he uses the flat side of a pedal to pummel my ass into submission. It stings, and then it is warm, before it is very hot. Then he moves onto my back, and brings the pedal down hard, over and over again. I like it, and I also don’t, the confusion getting me worked up more so than the beating. It is really an interesting experience.

  When Julian starts to run rivers of hot wax on my back I don’t even feel it initially, because of the burning from the beating. But then the wax is hot, really hot. It is hotter even than it was on my belly, and I let out a scream. He seems to like this, because he is raining more and more of it onto me, until the candle isn’t producing wax fast enough for his liking. Julian takes a larger candle from the table, and pours it on my back, over the drying wax already on my back. The burn isn’t as intense now, but nonetheless it is still there.

  Then he pours wax from this new candle on my butt-cheeks, and then directly onto my asshole. He holds my cheeks apart, and then parts my asshole on the outside of it with his fingers, pouring wax directly into me. I am nervous, too nervous, so that I moan loudly in almost protest. He knows that I am not ready for an ass invasion just yet, but he also knows that he needs to test these waters, to be sure that I can handle it. I suddenly wish there was more time for us to practice for the show.

  He turns me over though, face up again, and I am relieved. At least this means that there will be a little more time for me to get ready for him in my ass. How though, does one prepare yourself for something that you have never experienced? There really is no way, nothing that I can do to get myself ready for the unknown. So I just surrender to this new thing that he is about to do to me, and I put my ass in the back of my mind, for now. Soon enough I will know the sheer power of this man in the place on my body that no man has ever been in before.

  When he dips the tips of the wand in the flame they catch a light easily. I try to think what they could possibly have been dipped in, to make them burn so brightly. He moves the flames over my breasts, melting the wax there. Then he melts the wax on my pussy with these flames, and then inserts the ends of the wand into me, first this side, and then the other, the flames still intact when he removes them from my pussy. Over and over he sweeps the sides of this wand, intrigued himself by the staying power of the flames. He holds them up to his face when he pulls it from me, and smells these flames, almost as though he can still smell me there.

  Then he goes into me with his fingers, and fucks me hard with just two of his fingers. He pulls me closer and closer to an orgasm, but then he pulls his fingers from me. I almost beg him to bring me to an end, but know that this is his show, and it is therefore up to him how the show progresses. There is no time for him to really play with me though it seems, because he keeps on looking at his watch. Julian must get a full night’s rest before a show, and if this means that he will not be able to practice the full show, then so be it. He will not sacrifice his sleep for my sake.

  I notice that he has a huge erection, bulging in his trousers. I want to see it, want to taste it, but again I remind myself that this is his show. He pulls a huge dildo from the table, and breaks through the wax covering my pussy with it, going in to me all the way. I can almost not breathe now as he works this dildo up deep into my pussy. He fucks me hard with it, not really trying to bring me to an orgasm, but more like he was trying to stretch me, to test my limits. He seems pleased with himself, and with me, and my pussy’s ability to swallow this thick cock-shaped tool. Then he pulls it from me, slowly, and taps my pussy with its massive head.

  Another dildo is inserted into me, thicker, longer than the first. Again I am breathless, and my eyes close. He pushes this object deeper into me, and twists it this way and then that. This dildo is intrusive, and the invasion is intense. He doesn’t care too much that I am uncomfortable now, going through the motions of what promises to be a spectacular show. His wand is waved over me again, and then held up to his own mouth, where he blows out the flames. Then he pushes the dildo into me deeper still, and I fear that he might be enjoying himself a little bit too much. So much in fact that I start to see the purpose of my involvement in this show. I am an object, a tool, like the candles or the dildos, or even his magic wand. I know now that I will be used for the amusement of his audience, nothing else.

  He starts to really work the dildo inside me now, in and out, around and around. If I were not prone to look at the action on my pussy I might even believe that he was fucking me with his own cock. I watch the dildo move inside me with some urgency now, and start to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I know that if he just keeps at it, keeps up the pace and the intensity of this fucking, I will blow anytime now. There is a feeling that overcomes me, one that I cannot explain, even to myself. I just go with it, enjoying the thickness inside me all the more. He goes deeper inside me still, and my pussy starts to sweat as I begin to cum.

  The wand is waved around my face now, and a halo appears seemingly out of nowhere. The halo soon becomes a spark, and then another, and another still. Then it seems like fireworks are set off around my head, and as I cum, these fireworks grow in intensity and splendor. I cannot believe this, but then again, Julian is the world’s most famous erotic magician. When he has brought me to another orgasm, I am almost blinded by the fireworks now. I need to rest though, as the wax that has now completely dried on me starts to fall off me because of my own sweat. Time is really not on our side though, and I am again anxious at the thought of having Julian fiddle with me asshole. I know it is coming though, and I know that there is nothing that I can do to turn back from this once it has happened.

  I think back to my former lovers, and the few who asked me for the pleasure of entering me from the rear. This was always so foreign a concept to me, that I just giggled it away. I never thought that any pleasure, at least not for me, could be derived from this act. Now though, it seemed that I would find out either way, what all the fuss was about. I will once and for all be introduced to the pain, or pleasure, possibly both, of anal sex, and I will do so in front of the entire world.

  Nerves fill my belly like butterflies now, and I start to think about the consequences of not doing this now. I think that this will be really selfish of me though, especially given the fact that it is just a day before the show. Actually, just a few hours to go, before I will be naked and exposed to the world, to all who have an appetite for this sort of thing. Apparently a lot of people have this appetite, and the auditorium is going to be packed. This too feeds my anxiety and nerves, and as Julian goes off to pour himself a drink, I am left to prepare myself for the next level of the show’s preparation.

  Chapter 3

  Thoughts come and go into my mind now as I watch him sip from his glass. He seems agitated too now, and I think I know why. He spent fo
ur months preparing his previous assistant for this job, and me he has to get ready in one night. This makes me nervous too, more so than I care to show. I will see this through to the end, I must. As much to please Julian as to feed my own curiosity.

  He comes up to me, glass still in hand. He takes another sip, and then he sends a hand into his own pants. He teases me with the possibility of exposing himself, but he doesn’t, just rubbing his cock now, up and down. It is long, I can tell, and it is exceptionally thick. He pulls his hand from his pants now and rubs his crotch in my face. I bit into the bulge that I find there, and he likes it, because he lingers against my teeth for the longest time. He moves his cock from side to side, almost as though he were brushing my teeth with his manhood.

  Upon his instruction I bite harder, and then a little bit harder. I try to sink my teeth into it despite the limitations of the trousers. Then he drops his balls against my mouth, again through the trousers, and I am obviously frustrated. He just sips on his drink slowly, dancing his wand over my breasts again. Then he taps the tip of the wand on my nipples, and fountains of rose-colored water spring from them. I don’t even try to figure out how he has done this, and by what magic my tits seem to leak suddenly.

  Then he unzips his trousers, and just takes out his balls. Again he instructs me to bite into them, and I do so. Harder and harder I bite into him, and he seems to like it. His ball sack is hard, and almost elastic. It is also warm and it smells like man and sweat. I suck on them, and then I lick them, wildly. There is really something about the taste of a man that really excites me. I want his dick in my mouth at least, but he has such control of his own urges that this seems less and less possible.

  He taps the wand on my clit now, and I almost expect another fountain to spring up, but nothing. He taps it again, and again, and then he draws a spiral into midair from my pussy. When he taps my pussy again, I watch with eagerness, even though my mouth is still occupied with his balls. A flame suddenly appears directly on my clit and the magician seems more than a little pleased with himself. After another tap, the flame is gone, as though it was never there.

  Julian repeats this trick a few times, just to be sure. He speaks to himself, a lot, and I stop listening to what he is saying. I try to free his cock with my mouth, but it is not possible. All I am getting are his huge balls, and this is all I will have to be satisfied with it seems. I suck on them harder, and then bite into them harder still. I long for a response, some sort of indication that he is enjoying what I am doing to him with my mouth. I get absolutely nothing.

  He moves his balls out of my mouth and goes between my legs. He puts the wand down and starts to move his fingers around in elaborate movements over my pussy. He pulls imaginary string from me, until suddenly string really appears. Yards and yards it seems of golden yarn coming out of my pussy directly, and no indication that it will stop. But suddenly it does, and with the flick of his wrist, it is gone, in a cloud of smoke. This trickery really seems to be going well, and he seems, at least for the moment, to be pleased with me.

  Again he goes to the wine, pouring himself a glass. I wonder why he will not offer me a glass, and soon enough I stop even wishing for a sip. I just watch him work the trinkets on the table between his fingers, and keep drinking. He seems to be deciding what to use on me next, what manner of torture and punishment he will inflict on me next. There seems to be many things on his mind, and he seems to be lost, for the moment at least, for direction as to the next step.

  I suddenly realize why though. There really isn’t enough time for us to work through the entire act, and he is getting nervous too. I think again about the anal penetration that is pending, and I hope that if we get nothing else done here tonight, he must at least get to that part. This is really the most consuming part of this act that really has me in a bind. My stomach knots and turns at the thought, and I wish that he will just get on with it already. I need to know what this will feel like.

  He picks up his wand again, and taps it on my nipples and my clit. Small flames form quickly and he seems to be very pleased with himself too. Then he spirals the wand around these flames and they grow, quickly. Soon enough they are like torches, burning brightly at these points on my body. I am truly anxious now, but not really, because the fire isn’t hot. When I close my eyes I cannot even feel them, not the heat at least. In fact they are rather cold, and my nipples stand harder against this coldness. It is really a very interesting sensation.

  I am mesmerized by this illusion now, more so than I thought I would be. I knew that this would be a very tactile expedition, lots of touching, lots of penetration. I have seen his acts before, but never have they used wax and fire so greatly. This is a first, both for Julian and for me. I am pleased that I will be his tool for this new act, but I am still nervous, about the ass-fucking that I know is going to be his piece de resistance. I almost look forward to it, though my apprehension consumes me as much as my anticipation.

  Closing my eyes, I try to imagine the candle, or maybe the dildo in my ass. I imagine the stretch, and think that it will probably tear into me. I cannot help but think that it will burn, and that it will be painful. But I also think that my imagination might be failing me greatly in this instance, since I really have no frame of reference for this intrusion. All I can do is anticipate it, and hope that it will be as others who have done this before have said that it is.

  I have been told before, but others who have taken cock up the ass, that it is initially uncomfortable. Not painful they said, it is just a little bit uncomfortable. But then, they said, it feels fucking awesome. It is this awesomeness that I so look forward to, once I get past the first phase of the process, of course. If only Julian would turn me over now, and get on with this. I really want to get over the anxiety, and get on with the pleasure. I hope, at least, that it will be pleasurable.

  He moves his hands higher over me, I can see this, in my mind. The flames on my chest grow so much, as does the flame on my pussy, and then suddenly they join together, and the fire on my front roars. Then it is higher and higher, and then suddenly it is gone. I am not sure if this is a part of the act, but by the look on his face, it is. He works his fingers over my clit again, and then creeps into me with his long digits, and again I start to feel that I might have an orgasm.

  Deeper and deeper into me his fingers creep, and once they have found their perch, he starts to finger me with these fingers. I am not sure how many of them are inside me either, four, maybe six, but there are just a lot of them. They move inside me like many worms, or snakes even, this way and that, no direction, no order, and then I suddenly realize that he is moving his fingers inside me as he did when they were just above me. I cannot imagine what trick he is going to pull right now, perhaps a rabbit from my depths.

  Suddenly he pulls his fingers from me and checks his watch. He turns the contraption that I am tied to, and lowers me to the floor. Then he undoes my restraints, and helps me out of it. He checks my body almost as though he were a doctor, and then after I meet with his apparent approval, he asks me if I am sure, again, about what I have committed myself to doing. Of course I am, I answer, and then watch him as he leaves, telling me as he goes to get a good night’s rest.

  I go to my rooms above the stage, and curl up in the bed. Again my mind is flooded with thoughts of tomorrow night, and thoughts of just how much I am going to stretched. I imagine all the possibilities, everything that we did not get a chance to practice tonight. Never had I thought that excitement and anxiety could exist in one person at the same time, not until now, not until the practice run. But here they are, side by side in me, fighting for attention, each one intent at proving that it is stronger than the other.

  Sleep doesn’t come easy for me, and I don’t expect it too. Eventually I stop even trying to fall asleep, and I just let the thoughts playing with my mind continue to do so. There is no point in resisting anything right now, and no point in trying to force sleep. I just lie there, and watch the ceiling, watc
hing the darkness, trying to make out the various shapes that are also vying for my attention now, distracting me from myself. My head is really a minefield of thoughts now, and I have no choice but to surrender to each one, giving it the attention it so desperately seeks.

  I am not even sure if I have fallen asleep when the sun creeps into my room through the tiny window in the ceiling. All I know is that as tired as I am from wrestling with all the thoughts that sought to keep me from my sleep the previous night, that I am also feeling remarkably refreshed. Perhaps it is the anxiety of what is to come, the fear of that which I do not know. Perhaps it is the anticipation that has me spurred on, energized.

  I get out of bed and shower, then make my way down for breakfast. Then I go for a walk through the streets of London, trying to make out some of the people that might come to the show tonight. I don’t stray too far from the auditorium though, knowing that it will take a long time to get me made up and ready for the curtain call. My stomach is really doing cartwheels now, but there is not a thing that I can do to get out of it now. I don’t want to though, curiosity really well and truly my downfall.

 

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