Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... Whimpered and moaned. I leaned in and kissed Julie softly before giving one final twist to Barb’s nipple and letting her go. Jodi did the same. I gave one more pass of the hairdryer to Barb’s flesh, going all the way down this time to her pussy which had to be burning all on its own by now. She jerked on her bonds and strained and pulled as she screamed into the gag. Julie’s eyes got very bright and big. Little girl was near to orgasming herself now! I kissed her again, keeping my hand on the back of her neck and turned the blow dryer on her nipples. She cried out and tried to pull away from me, but I kept her mouth fastened to mine until she was quiet again.

“Now you know,” I whispered and turned back to Barb. Tears stood in Julie’s eyes, but I forced myself to look away. I was not supposed to be loving her pain...yet. It was hard though! Her innocence and hesitation were a siren's call to my darker side. I would never have stalked Julie, never taken her down this path, but for Barb and her own inclination. Watching her become her Mother’s tormentor...and enjoying it...made me want more than ever to drag her into the darkness and listen to her scream, and scream, and scream…

Taking the washcloth and cleaning it first, I leaned in and licked Barb’s nipple, lapping at it with my tongue. The contrast of cool wet cloth to my warm lips to the burning heat just before was driving her crazy. I looked at Julie, who pressed her hands together and gave me a pleading ...

... look.

“Bengay tastes terrible,” I warned quietly and handed her the cloth. She shrugged and I leaned back, letting her clean it off ready to lick the other breast. Her hand crept up, softly touching the underside and then flattening to it, holding it in place. My brain nearly exploded! It was so hot! And I knew the next step! I knew where we had to go!

But not right now. I got up and went to the table, taking up the candles and a lighter. Julie sat back as her Mom made a disappointed, kittenish sound through the gag. I lit the candle and waited a second before tipping it over Barb’s breast. One bright red drop of wax fell just outside her areola. She jumped as far as the ropes would allow and a shriek escaped the gag. Again and again, I dripped the hot wax and the result was always the same, a jump, a shriek, a shudder of pain. Soon enough, as more of the wick was exposed, the wax went from a slow drip to a fast drip to almost a molten stream of heat cascading over her breasts and running in trails down over the curve of them in red hot streams burning paths of pain. Barb’s head was tossing back and forth making didlo wag obsenely.

I had left the tips of her nipples clear. I turned to Julie, lighting the second candle and handing them both to her.

“Hit the bullseye, Sweetheart!” I whispered and kissed her. She leaned over me and held the candle over her Mother’s nipples. I put one hand around her waist to steady her and used the other to fondle her nipples, rolling them ...