Talldomnky

To the person who came online as ceovixen and then cancelled that account, thank you for the kind comments on my writings. I hope the sentiment expressed in them (especially the earlier ones) convey the true feelings felt during the time shared.

Got to love having a "milestone" birthday. Thanks for the photo!

I see her stare at the cuffs on the table and know we have a similar train of thought. I set her on the foot stool and give her a bottle of water, letting her sip it as I hold the bottle for her. I stroke her hair and look into her eyes, gauging her physical and mental state. She locks into my gaze and smiles, she's a trooper, ready for more.... Game on

You smile as you stare at my eyes, wondering what else I have in store for you. You see me reach around and the room goes dark again as your blindfold is put back in place. I reposition your ass on the footstool and pull your legs behind you, almost like you'd be kneeling. "Grab your ankles" I tell you and your hands instinctively go back as ordered. Your back is arched, your ass slides out to the edge of the stool, your head tilts back, and you feel the cooling wax crack and, somewhat, peel off your skin. You know by the heaviness on your back that the sheet it still intact and clinging on. You feel the cuffs slide on each wrist and are secured. Unexpectedly you feel another set lock on your ankles. You move your left hand and your left ankle moves as well. You have been placed in a seated triangle as I finish linking both one set of cuffs to the other. Your chest heaves with anticipation and desire. In this position you are very vulnerable to anything I might try.

"What a nice set of nipples" I say as I view your waxed form, heaving as you adjust to your new position. "Spread those knees" I tell you as you exposed your glistening folds of skin to the warm air. I can see your pussy, loaded and ready to burst. I take the rope I had on the counter and begin to tie a knot, then I tie another over top of it, then a third. I place the know on your swollen clit and drape to lengths over your hips and draw two more under. I tie them together, tightly behind the stool, securing you to it and each time you move, the knots rub into your aching spot. I lean down to whisper in your ear, "My dear, you know the rules, you know your place. You are mine, to do with what I please. This is the last you'll hear from me until we are done. You nod, accepting your fate as I will lay it out for you, I place the foam plugs in your ears then the ear phones with barely audible music playing in them over that. You feel the clothespin clamp your nose shut. Four out of your five senses have been isolated, leaving only taste being free. Denial will be it's isolation for a little while, but only for a little while.

You want to whimper when the ear phones go on but don't want to show weakness. You can feel the knotted rope pressuring your wet pussy and it somehow feels as both pleasure and pain as you test the limits of movement in setting free your building eruption. You can feel me pick the wax around your nipples away and know that as sensitive as they are, the heated wax has made them more so. You feel my tongue lightly flick one then the other as I alternate my attention from large mound to the other, then back again. You feel your orgasm building as you are more and more aroused. You start to rock on your stool and make the knots do what you cannot and what I will not. You feel the the molten wax hit both nipples at the same time and you cannot hold back any longer. The fluid gushes down your thighs as you grind into the rope, flavoring it with your scent and causing the stool cushion to darken as you continue to pour forth. Your ankles and wrist get hot with your actions as they are anchor points for your body and ache with the pressure you are putting them through. You gasp and breath heavily through your mouth as I continue to re coat your so sensitive nipple with a fresh layer of pink wax.

The sweat on your skin tells me I am on the right track. Stressing you to a point of physical exertion and mental need, I marvel and your endurance and willingness. We are thriving on each other, working to a point we have longed to achieve. I know that I am only going to take you a little further, that is what we talked about before hand. I sense you are into the scene as you have stopped responding to the normal stimulus and I am building my own growing orgasm that will need to be quelled soon, by you. I lean you forward on your knees and bring you toward me. The stool still secured to your ass and knots in place, cuffs still secure, my bent triangle still in place. The blindfold and clothespin are finishing off my little one's ensemble as I guide you forward, your lips pursed, touching the head of my hard cock as I begin to slide into your mouth.

You inhale as you feel the head of my dick hit your lips and ease into your throat. You feel me holding you by your shoulder and rocking your head up and down on me. You continue to open yourself to me, my cock going ever deeper down until you feel my scrotum hit your chin, then a shift and suddenly your breast are hot again. You wince a bit as they cool off, then all at once you are warm again.

As I take your head as use it as my own personal toy, pleasuring myself, I had moved the bucket of warm wax under you again. Every I bring you down on me, your breasts get dipped again. I;m not sure how long you will be able to keep doing this, for me it won;t be long at all.

You notice that each time I go deeper in your mouth the depth that your breasts go into the wax increases. Once you realize I moved the bucket again, you not only thrive on it, but then begin to throw your body into it and drive yourself farther down to get more wax on your tits.

I notice your increased enthusiasm in our play. I begin to drive into you hard and steady. I finally let go and let loose a large flow into your throat straight to your belly.

You feel my dick get slightly larger as I prepare to cum, then feel hot inside and hot and the wax forms on your breasts and my seed spills down your throat. You fade to black, spent, helpless yet knowing your safe and protected.

Later you wake, sore yet relaxed. You taste something on your lips, you lick them and smile knowing that was me you tasted. You see the flowers by you with a note, "Back in a few, I need to find something."

I look at you lying there sleeping, your skin red from the wax and roughness we shared. I see the cans of wax shards I took off of you as you lay there passed out and resting. There's still some cum on your lips from our time. You'll find it. I walk out with my laptop in hand and the memory card from my camera. I need a connection to upload my pictures and video so I can share what a treasure I have in you. I'll be back soon, I ordered breakfast for 5am, you're going to serve it to me.

You sit in your car and wait patiently for the phone to chirp. You are at your appointed place and time. You glance into the mirror and double check your makeup to make sure it is as I requested, bright red on the lips, dark cheap mascara. You adjust yourself in your car seat, looking again at the mirror. The lights from a passing car gets your attention. Your wipers rhythmically slap a beat to the delay setting, clearing the cold misting rain outside. Your phone awakens to the text "1060 West Addison, room 216, 15 minutes... you should be moving now".

Your car pulls into the parking lot and you find a space. As you exit you remind yourself of my earlier instructions, you untie the waistband of your trench coat and let the flaps fall open, you remove the coat's belt and drape it over the back of your neck, the smell of leather entices you. You pull the coat a bit more open and down off your shoulders revealing the shear white lingerie I had you purchase. The rain is cold on your skin and you look up into the weather wondering why I had you do this but knowing I approve of your obedience.

You begin your walk up the outside stairs to the exposed balcony, down the hall and you quickly spot the room you need as I told you your blindfold would be on the knob. You take the mask and place it on your head, darkening the already dimly lit scene. You drop your coat the rest of the way to the ground, and stand there, chilling in the moisture. You knock on the door and lean against the railing. The air is frigid and the rain is freezing, the slight breeze doesn't help any. You nipples are hard and your bottom lip is trembling, you fight to keep from shivering then you hear the door open.

You feel the warm air of the room rush out, basking in the feel of it. You are wet, dripping from the rain and the anticipation of my touch. You fell your coat being picked up and shook off, a hanger clangs as it is hung up to dry, you wait a minute and then feel my hand in yours leading you in, you gratefully squeeze it as you hear the door shut behind you. You smell something but the cold has stuffed your nose up a bit, you stand there dripping wet and shivering.

I look you over as you were on the railing outside, obeying my requests, uninhibited in your simple gift of submission. I have always been a bit of a tease to you and a smirk crosses my face as I open the door to let you in. My aggravation gene kicks in and I pick your coat up and pull it inside, watching the look on your face as I hang it up. I lead you in, you squeeze my hand, I stop you, looking you over, wetting my lips for knowing what I am going to do with you.

You are standing, still shivering, hearing me circle you. A door opens and a hotter rush of air greets you. I turn you to the left, a quarter turn or so and I begin to take off your outfit. As good as you look in it, it wasn't staying on long anyway. I lead you and the unmistakeable feel of raised tile on your bare feet tell you, bathroom. I have you raise your leg and you feel the hot water slide up your skin as you put your foot down. The silkiness of the water tells you bubble bath as i help you sit and lean back.

You are warm as toast as you are led, washed and dried, in a terry robe and blindfold. You feel the bump of the bed as you walk past it. You feel the hard wood of the desk chair against your knees as I stop you. I place your knees in the seat and affix your ankles to, what would normally be, the front of the chair seat. The back comes up to your belly as I lift you ample tits over it let them dangle in the air. Your hands are placed on what you assume to be the table in all hotel rooms, you wait, your pulse quickens and breathing deepens.

You gasp and wince as the low temp wax hits the small of your back. You know that I am leading you somewhere you've wanted to go and you smile and whimper "Thank you" as the second splash hits your shoulders and you feel the hot liquid cool as it runs down your back. You rock slightly on the third pour trying to get the wax to run down each side of you as I continue to drain the candle of it's juice. The fourth one you weren't ready for as you feel the wax go on your ass and burns a bit, you say "orange", I stop and place a cool cloth on the area. You stay in your position, gasping I rub your head, waiting for you to regroup. "Not there again, sir, please", "Of course, my dear" You know my goal is not to harm you, but to guide you along our path. We are both still learning, that's what is important to me, our pleasure.

You let a breath out, nod your head and say "Sir I am Yours again", "Yes you are" I reply. You feel warmth from below you and don't gather what is coming till you feel your large tits being dipped in warm wax I had in a small tub. You shake as I insert them a bit more, but you don't recoil, in fact you shove them further in and relish in heat that now envelopes you.

I sit back and watch you adjust to the hardening encasement of wax your body now holds. I have exhausted the entire supply of candles I had looking at the different colors and formations on you, especially the drippings on your nipples. Long and lean nearly a foot long in some spots on you, the wax continues to cool. I start to circle you, I have had enough of toying with you.

I begin to let you up and start to pick the wax off of you. I ask "Will you remember this night my dear?" "I will Sir" you say as you put your head on my chest and turn it to one side. You open your eyes and notice the camera on the tripod and know you will remember it. You see the rope and cuffs lying near it. Then you realize, the night is not yet over........

The party is going well and it was nice to see so many people there. You caught my attention and were introduced to me by your cousin who you were visiting. I liked your look and it felt good that we hit it off so well. We talked for a hour or two and you had begun to lean on me and rested your body next to mine. My hand instinctively was around you and resting on your hip, like I was protecting my property.

     A friend of mine asked for a ride back to his car, I slapped your ass and said I'd be back. You pressed into me and said "Do you have any idea what you got started?" I slapped your left ass cheek again, hard this time, and held onto it, working it with my fingers. "No, but you can tell me after we drop him off."

     When the door closed as my friend went to his car, you scooted away from me in the truck and then leaned back to me. You put a hand on my knee while the other supported you and looked into my eyes. "We're not going back so soon are we?", you asked. "Not a chance" was my reply. You looked down at my legs and never saw my hand coming over your back slapping your ass yet again. You gasped and dropped your head in my lap. I rubbed you ass and hit it again, your head rolled in my lap against my hardening dick and all you could do is breath.

     I started driving with one hand and continued to spank you as we drove, changing the tempo and strength of my blows. I noticed lightening in the distance and knew there was a storm coming soon. As I continued to drive I started looking for a place to pull over as you had already opened my pants and started to work on me. I reached under and grabbed your breast, tugging on the nipple, hard and that sent to further down on all my length.  You gagged a bit, took a breath in and pushed yourself down, that's when I squeezed again and you made all kinds of sounds.

     I go to the pull off next to the creek and stopped the truck, we fumbled through the clothes and got them off as the first roll of thunder sounded and drops of water hit the windshield. We were naked in the cab and I said "we need more room" so I opened the door and out we went, into the back of the truck. You laid down and grabbed my cock to put me in you and I pinned your arms back and shoved it in. Your mouth opened and you drew in a large breath as your eyes rolled back. The flash of light and thunder intensified each of our looks. The rain got heavier and we never stopped. We fought each other for position and leverage. We never saw the other car pull up behind us and stop. It must have been a show for them, I know it was for me.

     Saw you once after that but that time will stay with me, each time there's a storm.

I gather my composure as I steal a glance of her in my periphial vision. She sits there, riding quietly in her seat, hands in her lap, crinsom lips taut and thin. I know that look she has had something in her mind all night long and she thinks the window is closing as I drive to her house. I turn my head and say, "Don't you want to go home?" "No" is her curt reply.

The car suddenly swings into a turn right and she almost falls into my lap and the manuver catches her off guard. "What was that?" she asks. I put a finger to my lips and turn back to drive. We are on a country road that has no lights and narrow enough for no striping either. We pass under the interstate I make oneleft, then another and pull to a stop at the base of the road. The echo of the tires on the pavement from above hum and are amplified by the tunnel I have parked next to. She looks at me and smiles, she knows I played her a bit and she realizes that we are both each other's foil.

I pounce on her, literally from my seat, over the console and onto her lap. She grabs my face to kiss me and I grab her wrists and place the pre arranged zip ties over the head rest and affix her to them. Her arms locked above her head, she's helpless, she knows it and is enraptured by it. I shove my hane down to her legs and they are already parted, her shorts soaked and getting wetter. I slide them off and bring her ass out to get a better angle to mount her. I easily slide in and her feet go from the dash to my lower back, clamping me in and our wrestling match continues for the next half hour.

I pull into her drive and she gives me a sweet warm embrace. Her scent lingers in my car for days, I like it that way.

I wake to the smell of her soft fragrant hair. Her back is to me and her head is just below my chin. My arm is draped over her hip and I semi consciously slide it up to her stomach and idly rub her belly. She scoots into me a little bit and sighs. I match her expression and think, why not?

I move my hand under her tank top and cup her breast. Gently rubbing and squeezing it, putting my thumb on her nipple and using my fingers to trace the outline of her flesh's shape. I move down and put my mouth on her breast taking as much of it in as I can. Gently sucking on it and using my tongue to rub all of her breast.

She begins to stir and rolls on her back as I move her shirt to her neck. I work on both her breasts, sucking and licking on one while caressing the other. My hand works down back to her belly and again rubs hers stomach. She shifts a bit and my hand slips beneath the waistband of her running shorts. My fingers slide down through her hair and immediately I feel her warmth.

My fingers spread the folds of her skin and she begins to breath deeper and heavier as my fingers slide up and down her ever increasingly damp area. I pull on her shorts and she raises her hips a allowing me to slide them down and off. I slide myself down and between her legs and place my mouth on her using my tongue to again ply her skin folds apart, gently licking up and down her opening and my nose to rub her clit. Her hands find my head and she runs her fingers through my hair.

She slips her hands beneath my chin and encourages me to come to her. I move upward locking her gaze, staring deep into her hazel eyes. My body moves onward and I enter her effortlessly, no handling, no positioning. I press myself completely in her and she gasps, her chest raises in the air as she arches her back. I bend down and lick her extended nipple.

Her hands move under my arms and she grasps my shoulders and back, her feet dig into my ass and she pulls me deeper still inside of her. She grinds into me from her bottom position, her raven hair is partly matted to her forehead from our effort. I work her as best I can as I fight the strength of her legs. I feel her nails bite into my flesh and she draws her hands down my back. There's blood, I don't care, the ecstasy we are in blanks out any pain, there is only pleasure. This is the way it should be, unbridled passion, untamed youth.

We cum together and she opens her eyes and smiles, we kiss and return to the same position we were in when we started. No words were spoken, none need be. My angel's fire has been sated for now. She peacefully drifts back off her head on my chest, I breath in her hair's scent again and drift off to the thumping of our heart's beating. My true love lies with me and I smile as the darkness claims me again.