A Night in the Dungeon - Sex Stories

A Night in the Dungeon

... ice cube down her back. "This is your little reward, for submitting so well to me!" he told her. Already, Wendy was contemplating what further rewards might be coming her way, before the night was over... Marcus helped her lie down on the rack, which was at a ninety-degree angle from the floor. Her buttocks, still smarting from the stinging blows administered by her master's paddle, sank into the polished brown wood. "Please spread your legs, and move your arms behind you," Marcus commanded her. Wendy did as she was told. He snapped a leather strap around each of her ankles first, then her wrists. (All four straps were attached to the corners of the rack.) Wendy was relieved that she no longer had to stand, but she knew that her session was not over yet. She drew in a deep breath, upon feeling the first drop of hot candle wax drop down onto her chest. Marcus was holding the red candle (taken from it's holder) directly above her prone body, tipping it so that drops of hot wax fell down onto her skin. Wendy found this to be quite stimulating. She writhed and wiggled around on the wooden rack to which she was bound, eagerly accepting the hot burning kiss of each drop of wax. Her pain-loving senses were gloriously alive, as her breasts and belly became covered with these tokens of her master's special kind of love. "And how does my slave like my candle-wax treatment?" he asked her, as he let a couple of drops of hot wax fall onto her thighs. "Oh this is quite marvelous, Master! ...

... Thank you so much!" Marcus was pleased by her gratitude, and put the candle back in it's holder. The candle's drippings dried rather quickly. He used a dull knife to remove the red wax from Wendy's skin. His touch was deliberate and careful, so he got the drippings off of her, without cutting her skin. Once Wendy's nude body was wax-free, Marcus tickled her skin with a white dove's feather. Her girlish giggles filled the stuffy dungeon air, as she submitted to the gentle tickling. Marcus put the feather away, and grabbed an item that was meant to give pleasure, rather than inflict pain. He dubbed it 'The Silver Stallion'. It was twelve inches of pure solid silver, phallicly shaped. It was expensive, and was something Marcus kept on hand for those females who especially pleased him with their servitude. Wendy was a high-quality enough slave to deserve the sensual pleasure that The Silver Stallion could give. "Oooohh..." Marcus' captive moaned loudly, as he poked and rubbed the bulbous head of the silver dildo against her bright-pink pussy lips. "That feels so stimulating, Master, whatever it is..." She was quite aroused by this point, and only getting wetter. Marcus worked the silver phallus in and out of her slick snatch, marveling at how the shaft was gleaming with her juices. Wendy was going wild with pleasure, thrusting her hips upwards to meet the stiff metal cock. Marcus gradually worked more and more of the dildo inside Wendy, pushing it in and pulling it out in steady ...