Two Hours - Sex Stories

Two Hours

... minutes in response to the heat that continued to transfer into my over stimulated body. Again, he removed the wax. Again he replaced it with a fresh coat. This time, I began to shake more severely, but what was happening was that I was once again approaching the pain/pleasure line. Swiftly, he removed the no-quite-cooled wax and repeated the application, this time slowing the stream to a steady drip. About ten drops later, I began to climax! The drips continued until I was past my orgasm, and only then was the candle snuffed out.

About a minute later, the timer signalled my release from the wire bond once again. This time, as the blood circulated with its now-familiar ache, I felt his mouth briefly caress, suck, tease. I knew he was enjoying the copious juices running from my love tunnel, but he wasn’t going to pleasure me for long.

No sooner had his mouth left me than I was jolted back to reality with his violet wand! He teased me, allowing the current to stimulate just beyond the pleasure to pain line, then backing off, and returning. He finished the break by taking the bristle side of my hairbrush and grinding it into my open labia and clitoris, abruptly moving back into the realm of real pain! It was with a sigh of relief that I welcomed the clock’s bell; I was much too tender after the wax to tolerate the stiff brush.

Before he picked up his equipment, he tightened the cinches around my waist and thighs, so that I was completely unable to move. “Last one.” The ...

... vacuum pulled excruciatingly at my aching flesh. He quickly replaced the binding, as low and tight as he could force it. He turned off the vacuum, but instead of removing entirely, he slid the tube away until only the very tip of the clitoris was still encased. Then he turned the suction back on! Guiding the wand with his left hand, he refused to allow anything but the barest tip to enter the tube, but moved it away so that the portion between the wand and the wire binding was stretched very taut. I was puzzled enough to be watching him as he produced in his right hand a very fine needle! In our previous needle play, he had only been able to insert two into my clitoris at once. But the way the usually buried tissue was now elongated, there was room for several!

I felt the sharp point just above the wire, slowly, slowly penetrating. My upper body writhed in fear and pain as the needle slid through the tangle of nerves inside the slender shaft, pressing unbearably on the inside of the skin before exiting again. My cunt contracted wildly, but it was the only movement I could affect with my lower body. Needle number two appeared. He reached around the shaft to insert this one at a different position on the perimeter from the first, and slightly above it. When that needle slid to its final position, the two made a 60-degree angle. The third, still higher, starting at yet another line. He was constructing a spiral staircase of needles around the turgid stem.

Each needle hurt ...