There is a moment of nearly absolute silence. Then, there is an abrupt hiss of a match
being scraped across its box and then the subsequent crackle of the flames consuming the match. If you had not been blindfolded so well, the sudden, brilliant light surely would have temporally blinded you, your pupils contracting. You hear movement, more crackling sounds, louder this time. Your nose crinkles as the odor of sulfur from the burning match reaches it.

Yet, not feeling its heat, you relax. A shiver runs through your body and you furrow your
brow, wondering what the next sensation will be. You squirm, just the slightest amount,
making the ropes that bind your ankles rustle over the sheets.

I told you not to move. You nod and then are still. You hear the slap of the whip then jerk instinctively as its tendrils caress one of your thighs. Again your brow furrows as you envision the little whip in your mind.

I dont think that you understand girl. I told you not to move. What did you do? I saw you move and I heard you.

A sharper slap of the whip against my own leg to let you know that it is still close by, still
in my hand, still waiting to taste your skin. By the soft, warm light, I sit on the bed beside you touching you. From your bound wrists to your tightly bound ankles I touch and gently caressing you as if to map your form to my memory by touch alone. Then with this touch I silently caress your breasts, which bulge out from between the ropes that frame them. I touch your nipples to find them swollen and hard like diamonds. The mattress shifts slightly to my side as I rise up to look down at your silhouetted form on the bed. You feel me get up off of the bed and hear me walk to the other side of the room.

You squirm again, you hear me from across the room, I dont want this to be punishment, and so I will pretend that I didnt see or hear anything.

The gentleness in my voice causes you to breathe again and beneath the black velvet
blindfold your gentle eyes relax and then open as you hear in my voice that I am not angry with you.

You hear the music being turned up and you thoughts drift, the sound filling the silence
within you. Lost in the darkness of the blindfold, you hardly notice when I take small steps back to you. Surprising you, as my hand caresses your cheek, you take a sharp intake of breath.

I raise the whip; you cannot see the muscles in my arm tensing or the look in my eyes.
The sound of the little whip descending reaches your ears, your lips part and there is the
barest of movements as you start to rise up to meet it before remembering that you must be still. The dampened tips of the little whips tails meet your stomach with a beautiful smacking sound and you lick your lips then purse them together.

I smile to myself as I realize that you want to say more but cannot. As if to answer your
unspoken request I say, Oh you will have more my slave.

The whip raises then kisses you again, then again, then again and again.

Another kiss of the whip lands across your tied breasts.

You will have more.

And more.

Stinging wet slapping kisses falling on your breasts, across your belly, over your thighs.
Your breath coming in gasps, punctuated by sounds of the little whips landing express
your growing excitement. You hear my breath coming faster from the exertion and
excitement. After several more blows I stop, not allowing myself to pant, my nostrils
flaring nonetheless, the sweat glistening on my dark chest, the little whip in my right
hand, now resting at my side with traces of your sweat clinging to it.

Another replaces the scent of our sweating; something sweet, something warms ...the
smell of reminiscent honey infuses the air...candle wax!

I see a ripple go across your stomach as it tightens with dread/anticipation of what is to
come. Wax sweet! Wax! ...Wax! Sweet, hot, moist. Something like a whimper escapes from your lips, but it is not a whimper, it is a sigh from the pleasure of the liquid that now pours over you.

I know, I know, soon, my voice says in a soft, soothing tone.
You hear me laying the little whip aside, its job now, for the moment at least, done.
The warm spatters across your breasts not too hot, is the candle wax ...still hot enough to make one turn and time speed its pulse ...hot, then warm, so warm, then a glow of warm, a sigh, and taught muscles relax just enough before the next splattering of wax.

I am teasing you with a melted wax. The warmth spreads softly across your skin but I see the desire for the gentle burn in your eyes; the desire for the sweet molten wax poured from a cup.

The cooling wax contracts and you feel your skin being pulled slightly along with it. Wax
dribbling down your stomach, rolling down your sides, wax filling your navel, circling your pubic hair, running down the insides of your thighs. I smile as I tease you, knowing that you want to beg me to move along, to hurry, but of course you cant.

A hand goes between your legs; fingers brush soft over your pussy lips, slipping easily
because of the abundant wetness that coats them.

A single bent finger slips its knuckle slightly into you and a swollen, labia is grasped
between two fingers and lightly pulled. As the pressure of the pulling and the squeezing
slowly increases your lips are touched with a gentle kiss. The blindfold is now slipped from over your eyes. As they flutter open they come to rest on eyes that are filled with fire.

Kisses, again, these more passionate as if to match the increasing pressure of the fingers that plays and teases at your labia with more urgency. Still more kisses, and suddenly, there is an increase to the pressure of the pinching and you moan into the mouth that covers yours.

The kiss is broken and my eyes look hard into yours as your labia is drawn stretched as far as the flesh will allow and then it is released from between the squeezing fingers.

Again, gentle fingers. Ah, gentle fingers. Pleasure giving, these gentle fingers! Now
touching, playing, pleasuring you. This time, circling your swollen, distended clit teasing it with little touches. A soft smile plays across my lips as again and again they kiss you and break away. We both are delighting in the struggle that my touches are creating inside of you. Those same fingers now leave your aching and aroused clit to lovingly caress the few whip marks that lace your torso as your bindings protected you from the directness of the whips strikes. Marks, these are soothed, and inflamed from the wax simultaneously.

Do you wonder if I will use ice next?

Fire filled eyes look at you admiring the handiwork of rope, wax and marks.

They are beautiful marks that will stay with you many days to remind you that you are
cherished and are a part of a special kind of relationship in which pure loving is shared.
The marks are badges that say that you are the treasured property of a loving master and adored.

I put my mouth near your ear and whisper, Whom do you belong to? I belong to you,you
answer with your voice drifting off into quietness.

Good. I say with a smile.

Replacing the blindfold, I leave the room. You are left, blindfolded, naked, and bound,
waiting for what is to come. Waiting for someone to come into the room, to say... anything then you think. What if someone is in the room? Naked and vulnerable, you squirm with excitement. Then, suddenly you hear a sound, and feel a hand go through your hair, close in it and pull. Your neck rises with the pressure, and then you feel another hand.

It first touches your crotch, then your breast, neck, and arm. You feel a body pressed up
against you, and hear my voices it commands, What is your desire?

My desire is your desire, my wants are your wants.

You hear a low chuckle and then something brushes your cheek and mouth. Open your
mouth, commands another other voice. You do, and his cock slides into your eager mouth.

You suck with abandonment. The smell, the feel of his cock sliding down your throat is
exciting to you. Knowing the gift that waits at the end enhances your moaning. He holds
off, and pulls out of you.

Do the words. Say the words. Feel them as they flow from your lips, I want more are heard.

While bound, you are suddenly repositioned, pushed onto your back on the bed. You will
do ANYTHING to please the bodies that surround you. And I know it.

You feel hand around your ankles, unbinding your legs; your hands are unbound, then
someone straddles your chest, the weight of her body resting lightly, pushing down on
your still bound breasts. You feel your hands, as they, one by one, are pulled toward the
bed posts and rebound, from the side a cock touches your face, its, hardness, brushing
your cheek, lips, throat, and face while your hands are retied. Next a pillow is pushed
under your head, raising it bettering the angle of your mouth, open and waiting.
The want and desire in you burns white.

A cock reenters your lips, its hardness firm, swollen, and warm, it establishes a rhythm of thrusting between your lips.

During this time, another set of hands slip under your ass, taking hold of it and lifting it
up. You feel a cock as it pushes into your pussy, wet and sopping with juices. A cock
slides deep into you, hard, fast, and pumping. Your thighs press against the torso, you
wrap your legs around him and pull deep grinding your public bone and writhing as much
as you can. You want it harder, but cant get it, and you nut ride the cock as closely as you can.

You feel hands as they push down on your thighs, forcing you to open and release the leg embrace you were trying to make so tight. The hardened cock pulls out of you, you
moaning in want as the other cock fills your mouth with the end gift of the salty, tasty
sweet precum that you were denied the first time. Hands lifting your ass higher off the
bed, you feel the womans tongue and teeth as she now begins to play with for clit.
Oh, and then you know, the cock, you feel it as it pushes again sweetened and sliding into you, but this time, not your puss, but rather the ring of tight muscles surrounding your the opening of you anus. You relax, concentrating on releasing your muscles while
swallowing the last spurts of cum from the cock in your mouth, the cock slides deep into
your ass; and again you moan with the excitement of pleasing two men and a woman as
she devours with licks, and suck her hunger focused on demanding what she wants from
your hunted, chased, and now trapped clit.

You get wetter and wetter, as the hardened cock covered with your pussy juices thrusts its desire for release and pleasure into you. Harder and hotter it becomes warmed by your friction, and body heat.

You feel a tremble as the cocked presses deep and deeper within your ass. There is a
build, pulse, and a pace that is set. The rhythm of all three bodies about you unite and,
and then, there is a momentary stop to the thrusting. A deepening, a moan, a tremble
begins fast within you; a pulsing deep within you begins. You feel a flood, the warm and
liquid of cum spread into you. Your mouth, your ass, and your own juices pushing,
releasing deep within you; you come in strong shaking waves of orgasm. A savoring, with this feeling you suck harder on the relaxed cock in your mouth playing devilishly with it, passing it between tongue and teeth, the hands holding your hand message your hair and scalp expressing the deepness of pleasure you have bestowed.

Then quiet ensures, one man on either side of you lies, kissing lightly, fondling your
breasts, caressing your skin, your hands are unbound...

You are gentled.