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Beverly’s Story
Chapter 6
The flat leather end of the riding crop directly on Bev’s wax covered nipple. Bev screamed in surprise from the shock of having her nipple hit with the riding crop.
The light hit to her nipple caused most of the hardened wax to break and fall to the floor. With Bev’s entire tit starting to turn the color of purple, the wax that had fallen to the floor left her skin a darker shade of purple. Bev’s usually light pink nipples were now a dark angry red color.
Ian lightly smacked her nipple two more times to completely rid it of all the cooled wax. None of the built up hot wax waiting to spill out over the top of the candle that was mounted to the top of her tit since he was hitting her so lightly. Ian repeated the process to her other breast.
Despite the fact that Ian hadn’t hit her with the least bit of viciousness, Bev thought Ian was hammering her nipples with the riding crop. Her breasts throbbed from their bindings and she felt each beat of her heart in both of her now screaming nipples.
Even with her nipples screaming, Bev realized that she was hornier than she had ever been in her life. She wished Ian would just bend her over and plunge his cock into her desperately aching pussy.
However, it was obvious that right now her body was his too do with it what he wanted. If he wanted to spend the entire night covering every inch of her body with hot wax before whipping it off of her, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
Bev was brought out of this train of thought when both of her nipples were pinched between something hard. The sensation was tripled by the breast bondage. She tried not to move, but the pain was too much and she started to gyrate to get away from the pain. Her gyrations caused the hot wax to pour over the top of the candle and fall onto her nipple.
Bev was panting with desire and pain. Her world revolved around her aching nipples. She wanted the clamps to pinch her nipples harder and to be removed at the same time. She continued to move as much as her binding would allow in attempt to give her nipples more attention.
“You’re moving too much,” Ian said. Bev could hear him walking away through the pounding in her head. Seconds later, a fire exploded across her lower stomach. Then another explosion of fire came just inches lower.
It took Bev’s horny fogged mind a minute to realize that her abdomen was being assaulted by a flogger whip. The flogger continued to travel father down her body until Ian was flogging her mound just millimeters from her spread pussy lips and exposed clit.
“Slut, you’re still moving too much.” Bev was vaguely aware that Ian left her. Her orgasm was just at the edge and she feared that another whipping would send her over the edge. She hoped Ian would give her a moment to compose herself.
Ian had no intention of allowing this to happen.
Bev still thought she was alone, when something pressed against her slick pussy lips before being shoved past her spread lips and being seated deep in her pussy. The sensation of having her hungry pussy filled while her nipples were tormented was too much. Bev tried to fight her orgasm, but she knew it was only a matter of seconds before it washed over her body.
“I’m cumming!” She screamed.
“Slut, you are not allowed to cum without my permission. You must ask if you are allowed to cum.”
“May I cum?” Bev screamed. Her entire body was convulsing as tiny ripples of pleasure racked her body.
“No. I want you to say, may this submissive slut cum, Sir? If you say that convincingly, I might let you cum.”
Bev didn’t like being called a slut. She especially didn’t want to call herself a slut. But she knew she was going to be punished four times already and she had no desire to add to that total.
“May this submissive Slut cum, Sir?” Bev shouted. The humiliation of calling herself a submissive slut was the slight nudge that pushed her over the edge. The orgasm exploded in her. She thrashed against the bindings that held her in place, which caused the dildo jammed in her pussy to gyrate more, sending more waves of orgasmic pleasure through her body.
When Bev’s nipples were completely cleared of the candle wax, Ian pulled two wooden clothes pins out of his pocket. Bev seemed to respond well to the torment of her sensitive nipples.
She was in a constant state of arousal and she was starting to sweat slightly from the exertion of having her body spread wide. He stepped close to her with the clothes pins spread wide open. He moved them so that Bev’s throbbing nipples were inside the clothes pin. Without warning, he let them spring shut. The pins clamped down on the base of her rock hard nipples.
Ian stepped back and watched as she jerked against the pain, causing more of the hot wax to fall onto her sensitive tits and nipples. Watching her pant and scream and moan, Ian knew that Bev was getting close to cumming. He knew exactly what he would do to push her over the edge, but first he had something to do.
After telling her that she was moving too much, he grabbed his leather flogger whip. The whip was brand new, bought that afternoon in the sex shop after Beverly had left. Ian knew that Beverly would get to know the numerous long, black leather fingers of the whip well.
As he had with the riding crop and the clothes pins, Ian hit Bev with the flogger on her stomach just above where she had once had a full bush. Bev screamed in shock and surprise as Ian repeatedly hit her bald, wax covered mound. He made quick work and soon her mound and pussy lips were free of the wax that had encased it.
Beverly’s pale skin had turned a bright red from the flogging she received. The pain from the flogging seemed to turn Beverly on even more. Ian knew she wanted to cum and he had just the item to make it happen.
Wanting to make Bev think about the pain in her nipples from the hot wax and clothes pins, Ian took his time retrieving his new device of pleasure. By the time he returned to the naked tied woman, she had her breathing under control.
He stood in front of Beverly’s body, her breasts becoming a dark purple, with her nipples covered with angry red wax and two wooden clothes pins pointing straight out from the center of her tits. Her pale skin turned red from the flogging, and her engorged clit pushing its way past its hood for everyone to see. She looked amazing and his cock ready for some attention.
But, he still had something to do first. He held in his hand a dildo that had been mounted on an adjustable pole. He had thought about lubing the dildo, but from the puddle of pussy juice on the floor told him that he didn’t need to worry about the lube.
He pressed the dildo against Bev’s spread pussy lips for an instant and her pussy seemed to suck the dildo into itself. Ian stuffed the face cock deep into her pussy and placed the pole on the ground so that it would remain lodged in Bev’s hungry pussy.
Instantly, her entire body started to convulse as the approaching orgasm was too much for the over stimulated woman. Ian knew there was no way for her to stop the impending orgasm, but wanted to use it in his favor.
“I’m cumming!” she screamed. Ian knew this, but wanted her to at least try and hold back the tide of pleasure. Eventually, he wanted her to be able to cum only when she was told.
They were a long way from this happening. But, he wanted to remind her of the demographics of their relationship. Him as the dom and her as the sub.
Ian wanted to fight off her orgasm long enough to at least ask permission to cum. He also wanted to remind her that she was still the sub.
He was thrilled when Beverly called herself a submissive slut. He watched as she screamed, moaned, twisted and pulled on her bindings then until she was just subtly fucking herself on the dildo wedged between the floor and her pussy.
Her orgasm lasted a good five minutes and her body was racked by tiny but powerful aftershock orgasms for another five minutes. Her movements during her orgasm had caused the wax from the candles resting on top of her tits to splash all over her body covering her skin with tiny dots of hot wax until the candles were thrown off her breasts.
Ian’s cock was throbbing and it was time for Beverly to finally take care of his cock!
To be continued……………….
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