Candle wax Torture and a Cat O’Nines
It’s ironic that the candle wax that is burning the sensitive skin on my inner thighs is dripping from a prayer candle that has an image of Jesus looking down at me. His wax burns hot and as it splashes on my skin, leaving a liquid white trail that soon turns pink, I wonder if maybe we have more in common than I first thought. I think about sharing this thought with Master but decide against it as the pain arises once again and any ability to speak is interrupted by the guttural sounds escaping my lips.
Earlier yesterday, Master came home with that familiar glint in his eyes that he only gets when; A) he’s either planning something really sadistic, B) he’s bought a new toy or C) has some incredible news to share. Today it was a case of both A and B. He announced upon entering the door that I should get myself to my spot, which happens to be in the living room, after adorning myself with my black lace ruffle undies and nothing else. I made haste. I know from experience that taking my time will only worsen whatever he has in store for me and will make his good mood turn into one of anger. In which case our little BDSM play will go from being fun into being punishment. I ran around desperately trying to find the undies, strip naked and get myself into my spot before Master got there. Unfortunately that proved to be impossible because by the time I got to the living room he was already there. My heart skipped a beat as I awaited chastisement, eyes down, hands behind my back. But a moment passed and then another and all he said was “You can look at me”. I raised my eyes shyly to my Master’s face and took in his expression, happy to see that he was still smiling. I then looked around and took it all in. Master had laid out a bright purple vinyl bed sheet over the floor and on that bed sheet were his usual favorite toys as well as a new one that stood out. The new toy was a cat o’nines whip. I could see the little pointy and sharp ends of the nine tails and knew that this was going to be a session that would leave marks on me.
Back to where I was…the wax leaving hard trails of pain down my chest and Master looking down at me in approval. “Which toy should we play with first?” He asked as if he was really giving me a choice. But I know better than that so I whispered back “which ever one pleases you Master”. His smile grew a little wider and I had no doubt in my mind which one he would chose. His hand touched each toy briefly lingering ever so slightly on the paddle that has vampire pricks on it. “Well maybe we should break in your new toy” he said, as if I didn’t already know what was coming my way. He flipped me over with virtually no effort propping my ass up into the air so that I was in a position that made me feel like I was kneeling down worshiping a king, my arms and hand spread out in front of me on the floor, my forehead touching the ground. His hands worked my ass expertly, making my ass cheeks burn hotter and hotter, warming me up for the pain that I was about to receive. At first I had the assumption that this new whip couldn’t possibly hurt that much more than the other toys that we have. Yes, I thought it would hurt a little more than the flogger because the tails are braided and stiff. Master picked up the Cat of nines and began to lightly hit me with it. Let me just say that the moment I received the first hard hit from him, I realized just how wrong I was. The sting left behind by those little ends of leather made me lurch forward, my bodies feeble attempt at escape…with nowhere to go.
I suffered. By the end of I couldn’t even count how many hits, I was in tears, begging, sniveling and crying out to Master. I thanked him, I begged him to stop, I lost the capability to enunciate words and ended up crying out to him in tears and animalistic noises. Finally I felt his hands. His warm and gentle hands, rubbing my throbbing and burning skin, words of endearment coming from his lips that my brain could barely comprehend. I found myself being cradled by him, wrapped in the safety of his arms that rocked me back and forth. And I knew then that it was over, as I let the waves of emotion run over me, the ocean of euphoric peace drown me, and then I slept. Master woke me later on, to bring me into the bath with him. Washing me head to toe since I was still too weak and exhausted to do so myself. The new toy had done its job.