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The silken red rope tied to the chandelier held my leather bound wrists tightly as I felt the first fall of the twin's long stingy strands. He started off softly as always because that is the way of it, it's a building of energy; the word sadism does not accurately describe it. It just isn't about being mean, and hurting, it's about being taken to other worlds and about providing the ultimate in sensation. The twins, my sweet identical black leather floggers, tantalized my skin preparing it for the sting of my snake. The whip feels so much sharper when my skin has been awakened. Nails raked down my back between the flurries of strokes that hit me, not even hard, not yet. I heard my love say “go” and the prickly burn of the hot wax on my breasts caused those familiar stirrings that are unique to that sensation but it was so different because I was standing bound rather than lying down, and the sweet impact of leather was hitting my back at the same time. The man that held the wax was a well-known stranger and I wondered how he felt and the thoughts that went through his mind as the flame tickled my chin and the droplets of white paraffin hit my breasts, I was still on earth for a moment. I didn't feel ready; I was far from that orgasmic state. Reflecting on many nights in many places and many scenes, I never do feel ready for that first one, but it comes nonetheless for all it takes is the uttering of NOW! I could feel the wet-heat against my thighs creeping it's way down until it cooled on my ankles. I know my knees must have buckled as the fingers slapped me enticing me and demanding MORE! He slipped off the little black satin excuse for underwear and made me cum again right away and the thought that passed through my mind was the thought that always passes through my mind... how the fuck does he do that to me? If it felt like a moment it felt like eternity until I finally felt the bite of my sweet little snake across my shoulders and back and on the fleshy part of my ass. Cum again, he commanded, and again, and again, it's a fluid non-stop convulsing that takes over any thought or any will I have. Finally, the numbness in my hands told me to stop; it was time to stop, though it's always an effort to pull myself back. Ground control to woeful poetess we're coming in for a landing in the arms of my love that are always there to catch me before I fall. He sat me down and worked his magic with his fingers more, leaving splashes of my cum all over the chair as they were all over the floor beneath the light fixture.
>Whip me more. I had to have more of my snake snapping across my back. I held the ropes this time rather than having him bind me to them. The familiar swoosh sound from my own little asp before it bit was enough to send me back to outer space quickly especially when held by such deft hands. I barely opened my eyes, and I saw the full form of a completely naked woman standing in front of my with the candle preparing to drip the burning wax on my flesh, and I wanted to thank her but I couldn't speak, I couldn't utter the words, the words that said "you're beautiful..." as I saw her in the haze of my delight, all I could do was succumb to the intensity that had wrapped it's iron fist around me. I would never think to count how many times I orgasmed during either session because it is impossible to do such a concrete thing in such an abstract place, but if the wetness on the carpet was any indication it was far more than many. I was allowed to let go when I couldn’t bear my own weight any longer.
I laid and watched, conscious of the welts on my back that I know other eyes touched. I don't know if they touched with longing, curiosity, or even a bit of fear, but I know they touched and it too brought pleasure. I watched the twins fall on a delicious white back that slowly turned to a beautiful shade of pink right before my eyes. I know that swing, whether I see it or not, and he wasn't going hard at all. Caution. It's the first time since we'd been together that he'd played with someone else, and I wasn't used to the tentativeness in his strokes, I was accustomed only to the rising tempo of his swings. I couldn't bear it any longer, the thought kept repeating in my head... go to her... make sure she's ok... and use that as an excuse to touch her because every single molecule in my being was crying out to touch her and experience what my eyes had already taken. I turned to face her and she smiled, she was giggling. I ran my finger from the base of her neck down to her shoulder and asked her if she was ok. She nodded yes. I asked "More?" and she nodded again. I motioned for my lover to turn it up, to go harder, and stood there only watching for the moment.
His tempo rose gradually, ramping her, as he should to bring her to the threshold properly, which is a talent I've observed from few in the field. She began to writhe under the falls of the twins and I began to stroke her skin softly, and her breasts, and on an exceptionally hard swing I would pinch and watch her have that delicious dual reaction that I had experienced with the wax and the whip rather than the flogger and a pinch. She convulsed slightly and backed away from my pinch right into the swing of the leather, as I know I had done several times prior in both directions. I kissed her softly, and sucked and nibbled on her sweet fresh nipples, kissing softly down her belly as my partner swung harder and faster. I looked up to see that he'd grabbed her hair and he was speaking to her. I experienced the greatest rush from knowing exactly what she was hearing and feeling as a result of the magic in his voice. He asked her if she wanted to cum, and she shook her head yes, my lips smiled against her flesh both drinking it in and knowing the reply.
"You don't cum until I tell you to cum...you don't do it"
Luscious girl, you are being held by a master and there is nothing more in all this world that I want right now than to slip my tongue softly between your lips. I waited though, I waited until she was on the edge.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked her and she replied between moans "Yes! Yes!" and I smiled again, kissing the wonderful curve that is so close to the point of her desire again, knowing the reply. "Then BEG for it!" and in her moment of hesitation I slipped my tongue between her lips and she shook, and she begged, screaming "Please! Please!!"
"Then you DO IT! Cum ALL over her face!"
It wasn't until then that I remembered the spectator who sat and watched, he who had been the first to drip the wax on me. I wondered what his thoughts were and if they were much like mine. I remember cumming more from my lover's fingers and mouth after we untied her, but the entire time I lusted for the tender girl flesh that was so close, yet so far away.
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