Thomas slid his fingers down the inner sides of my wrists. Then he gently pulled them away, letting my hair cascade down my back. He picked up the leather extension of the collar and moved one step back to look at me.
“You look great like this, boss. Consider it part of your uniform while you're here with me.” When I squirmed with slight discomfort, he tugged on the leather and chuckled. “I know you like it. I saw how your eyes lit up.”
I did. I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?
I hadn't realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,
“There's no need to say anything, Lina. You'll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”
As if I had a choice. Feeling was all I could do. Every small brush over my skin triggered fire straight to my pussy; every whisper of his calm voice caressed my body like both feather and whip.
“Please, I...”
The switch flipped and Thomas’s personality shifted from kind to sadistic without warning. He tugged the leash and moved toward the staircase while I was still down on my knees.
“It's time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”
I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.
“No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it's like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”
“This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.
He didn't say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.
The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.
Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.
I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.
“I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”
“How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas... Sir... I can't last. I need you so badly. I'm in so much pain. Please, spare me.”
“So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn't easy for me either.”
My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn't use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.
A week of holding back added up as well.
“I'm scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.
“I know. Don't move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.
“Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I'm dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself.
“You're a good girl, Lina, but don't try to dictate my pace.” Thomas leaned forward to nibble my earlobe. Then he stepped back and out of my sight. “Close your eyes.”
The inky darkness behind my eyelids didn't do much to comfort my throbbing clit and nipples. Then the first drops of wax licked the skin of my back. Had I seen him taking the candlestick and tilting it to leave a trail of red drops, I'd have tensed with fear and expected the burning would be unbearable. Fire was one of those forces of nature that held both allure and terror for me. The thought of permanent scars and burning flesh were imprinted in my mind each time I stared at the tip of a flame, but the warmth and safety it exuded made me feel alive in spite of the silent horror.
When he spread the hot, small drops all over my shoulders, down the sensitive spots on my spine and the curve of my ass, I tingled with how fantastic it felt. Instead of white-hot agony, my body shuddered with delight at the warmth of the dripping candle. It triggered pleasure through my entire self, like a throbbing, erotic impulse. The warmth down my sweaty, exposed skin was short enough to make me tremble with stimulation. It melted in rivulets down my back before solidifying. I tried to stay as still as possible but when strong convulsions ran through me, I moaned out loud.
“Do you like it, little one?” he whispered and brushed his thumb across the back of my neck. I writhed under his touch when he kept dripping wax all over me. “You used to say candles were the worst of all romantic clichés.”
“It feels amazing. I thought... Shouldn't it hurt?” My mind was split in two, as relaxed as if I were in a massage parlor, and right on the edge of insanity. His slow, comforting movements and the increasing heat of the flame were torturous, but I loved what he was doing to me. For a moment, I wished I never needed to come down from my heightened state of arousal, right at the door of agony. My flesh demanded a climax to unify all my waking sensations. My small, angry clit was as hard as his cock.
“It doesn't have to, pet,” Thomas whispered. “But if you need a stronger level of pain, we can wait until the wax is scalding hot. Would you like some on your pussy?”
“W-what? No. That would be–”
“Trust me. You'll love it. Turn around and raise your hips.. Spread your pussy for me.”
My weakening common sense rebelled against his orders, but Thomas had never led me wrong so far. Later, I could torment myself over how easily I surrendered my trust, but right then, it was the most natural thing to lie down on my back and part my pussy lips as wide as possible. I opened my eyes to meet his and he seemed surprised, even shocked. That didn't stop his hand from tilting the candlestick further and letting the hot tears drop down onto my ruby red, aching cl
it. The air was pierced by my short scream combining both pleasure and pain, and I could feel that I was getting dangerously close to the edge. For a moment, I saw a white light and felt like I was about to faint. The film of sweat coating my body mingled with hot wax leaving its scalding tears on my most intimate parts.
The pain was mild, no stronger than static electricity or a stronger spanking, but it was getting harder to follow when even the smallest movement could make me explode.
“Sir, if you keep doing that I'll cum right on the spot. I'm not so strong.”
“You lasted the entire week, pet. You've been through so much. You think you can't handle the last steps on the road?” He smirked and left the candlestick on the side.
“I just need you inside me. Please. I've never felt like this. Please, just help me cum.” The desperate begging in my voice belonged to someone else. Was I really this woman capable of breaking her own pride?
“Your senses are underused, Lina.” His fingers smacked against my drenched pussy lips. I whimpered in despair. What was he waiting for? I was ready for him to claim me, fuck me, mark me. Damn it, he would always have his sign on me, long after the wax had dried and the caning welts had healed. “There's so much more you can experience if you allow yourself.”
His words made no sense to me. All I knew was that I was being destroyed by my own needs and his cock was rubbing against my wax-covered thigh. I longed for him and only he could release me.
“Please...”
“Get back in the previous position.” I obliged and Thomas reached for another obscured object on the table. I only realized he was holding a flogger when the leather tendrils ran over my protruding pussy lips. It was strange how tender the scary device could be, brushing my red skin like a feather. Of course, no matter how foggy my brain was, I knew it could raise stripes with the right force applied.
“Stay still, Lina. Don't make me punish you, little brat.” There was a note of humor in his voice but he was dead serious.
The flogger's movement over my exposed thighs and ass crack distracted me. A loud gasp of surprise escaped my chest. Thomas moved the candlestick and placed it on the back of my hand that was lying on top of the table, palm down. What was his devious mind up to? I watched with horror how he repeated the same movement with the other candlestick to the other hand. The heavy silver pinned them both down. It would take one surplus tremble, shiver or movement for the candles to fall down. The bead of sweat running down my forehead was heavy and poignant when my will, body and emotions were fully captured. I was unable to shift even slightly.
“I'm very fond of this table, pet.” Thomas kissed down my spine, one of my weakest spots. “My reflexes are quick enough to prevent any fire hazard, but I'd be sorely disappointed if you dropped the candles and burned the surface. Do you understand?”
“B-but, I can't...” How did he expect me to handle myself when the wax from the candles was dripping down and could touch my fingers any minute?
“It's my job to decide how much my sub can handle, pet. You're awfully close to what you crave so focus on the candles. I know what you're capable of, Lina. Keep your ass up. Higher. Yes, just like that.”
My ass and pussy were perfectly exposed in the position he placed me in. I should have expected the first blow from the moment Thomas placed the candles on top of my hands. When the flogger fronds bit my pussy, I nearly knocked them over. It was nothing short of a miracle that they kept their upright position. Thomas landed the second strike straight on my clit. I hollowed with the despair of a lonely she-wolf when the pain shot through me, mingling with the earlier pleasure of the wax. It was not as harsh as the cruel caning but a lot stronger than spanking.
He twirled the flogger in the air, leaving a series of bruises over my thighs. He concentrated entirely on my clit, making it pulse harder with every blow. My focus on the candles and the intense vibes on my skin sent me out of this world to an alternative universe where every sound, touch and feeling hit me as hard as if I were an exposed nerve. I was crying out loud and my pussy left its own slick tears across the flogger.
“Thomas, how long... I'm on the edge. Allow me...” The candles were shaking so hard I was sure I'd drop them any minute. “I'm begging you.”
Thomas stood silent and pulled the flogger back. For a moment, I swore I heard it drop to the floor but he may have left it on the table. I was so beyond aroused I was hallucinating.
“Please, say something.” From my position, it was impossible to meet his eyes or see what he was up to. The unknown added to my fever, and the next thing I knew, one of the candles started tilting dangerously. I shut my eyes in horror and cried out in an attempt to warn him.
Thomas impaled me in one swift movement and grabbed the candlesticks on both sides. He steadied and moved them from my shaking hands before he sank his teeth into my neck. I let out a scream of relief and pain when his throbbing cock finally sank into my sopping wet pussy without any effort.
“Remember this moment, Lina. Remember it well.” Thomas pushed the candles as far away as possible and thrust my upper body against the table.
“Yes, Sir, I will. Fuck me now!” My smooth, wet pussy was milking him with its profuse, week’s worth of juices, closing around his shaft like a velvet glove. His strong palm landed on my streaked ass and he started slamming deep into me, making the nectar of my cunt overflow down my thighs. Absolute ecstasy filled my body. Freedom was flowing inside me like a powerful drug together with his hard pounding inside me. Every now and then he pulled back to rub my clit with the tip of his cock. He was losing control as well but kept his wits together to pin my hands to the table and bite my neck as hard as if we were two wild beasts mating.
“Fuck, pet, you're too much.” His rough whisper in my ear while fucking me was absolute bliss. I raised my hips so Thomas could penetrate me deeper. One of his hands dropped to the throbbing nub of my clit and brushed it very lightly, tapping it. Our sweaty bodies were slowly matching their rhythms, pinned together in a passionate hold while his heavy balls slammed against my pussy lips, leaving a stinging sensation. Thomas picked up the rubbing movements over my pubic bone as his teeth left marks on my shoulders. “You're mine.”
His words rang true to my mind, heart and body. In this final, aching union, I'd fused with him without any regard for our ages, social statuses or histories. I let him mold me, break my inhibitions, get me to feel more than I’d ever allowed myself before. His quivering dick was spreading my wet pussy, bruising its walls with a raw force and uncensored passion, ruining it for anyone else.
“Yes,” I whispered and screamed out when he nearly pulled out and dug his thick, pulsing head against my G-spot. His fingers kept their mad, circular movement on my painful clit. I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.
“Please, please, let me cum. I can't...” I was begging like a desperate lunatic and he responded with a growling voice.
“You will cum now, pet, and you will not stop until I say so. Cum now!” Thomas bit my earlobe and his palm smacked my clit again, which was the final straw for my will power.
I thought my climax from last week had been mind blowing but it was nothing compared to what he did to my body in those minutes. No more quite moans and porn orgasm sounds. My lungs hurt from my howls of ecstasy when the series of powerful orgasms shattered my body. Thomas ground his tip harder against my most sensitive spot. He kept up his rhythm of spanking my clit with an open palm. My orgasm juices erupted from my tight womb while I writhed under him, hurting with all the pleasure, finding elation in the pain.
“Don't you dare stop. Keep cumming for me, Lina,” he hissed in my ear and tugged my clit at the same time. As if I had any choice. He manipulated my body so well and found all the spots of pleasure on my abused clit. Thomas was fucking me deep again while the sequence of orgasms made the world before my eyes hazy and surreal. My walls squeezed around his cock and kept him inside me. I took his furious pounding and gyrated my hips so he would fit even d
eeper. He was penetrating me hard and fast for his pleasure, growling and digging his fingers into my flesh until I couldn't take it anymore. Even then, I didn't want him to stop, even if my pussy was bruised and close to bleeding with his hard stimulation of my clit.
“Do you want my cum, pet? Would you like me to fill you up and mark you as mine?”
“Yes, please, please...” I'd have time to feel guilty later. Right then, all I cared about was having him, even if my body was oversexed and tender from so many climaxes. The thought of him creaming my womb, leaving the white ropes to drip out of me and mix with my squirting juices was sinfully delicious.
Thomas let go of my clit and grabbed me by the wrists. When he brought them together over my head, he shoved his dick so deep inside me he nearly split me in half. Had he done it in different circumstances, I'd have screamed in discomfort, but my pussy was so drenched and stretched to accomodate his length it felt as if we were one. I could take it.
“I often wondered how you'd feel around me.” He licked my neck and whispered with the same rough, urgent voice. His grasp around my wrists tightened and Thomas shouted out, “But the reality is so much fucking better! Take it all, pet. Take your master's load.”
With these words, he pumped deep inside me. The hot, heavy liquid of his cum I'd gotten so used to feeling in my mouth spurted into my pussy. For a short, demented moment, I regretted being on the pill, a sentiment that would add another layer of guilt later. It would have spilled all over the floor had he decided to pull out immediately. Instead, Thomas stayed buried deep in my cunt while he gently kissed the places his teeth had marked me.
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