Michelle stretched her arms above her head, allowing her husband to attach the cuffs to her wrists. The soft material of the leather cuffs was a stark contrast to the cruel metal chains that hung from the ceiling. Michelle tugged at the restraints, she was certain that she wasn't going anywhere without permission now. The thought of being truly trapped filled her with an equal mix of both nervousness and excitement.
Shane traced his hands down her naked body. His fingers lingering to play with her hardening nipples. He smiled as his wife let out a small sigh of pleasure. His fingers continued their teasing trail downward, until he was in position to attach the spreader bar to her ankles. He kissed her thighs as he locked the bar in place, ensuring that she wouldn't be closing her legs anytime soon.
As he stood, he let a finger slip between her legs. He was a little surprised by just how wet she was, he slid two fingers into her warm pussy. Michelle let out a loud moan, quickly covered by his kiss. His fingers curled and rubbed against her most sensitive spots. She bucked her hips in response, fucking his fingers. As he broke their kiss he looked her in the eyes.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Of course. I know. And I trust you, completely."
He smiled as he placed his wet fingers in her mouth.
"Good. Try to remember that."
Michelle watched her husband walk away toward their closet. She savored the taste of her own juices in her mouth, her tongue licking her lips. She was ready for whatever he had planned.
Shane returned with only a few items. She saw the cane, which had already been discussed as the focal point of the evening. She also saw six clothespins, a candle, a lighter, and a ball gag. Her attention was drawn more to what was not there, than what was. Normally their play involved at least as much pleasure as pain. But tonight she noticed the lack of anything that might be used to bring her that pleasure. No vibrators, no dildos, nothing.
Her husband grabbed two clothespins to start. He kissed her hard on the mouth, taking control of her by the hair. He bit down on her lip, making her squeal. His kisses trailer down her neck, to her exposed tits. He roughly sucked and hit at her nipples until they were as hard as steel. He unceremoniously clamped the clothes pins onto them and returned a moment later with the other four. Squaring down in front of her places two clothes pins on either side of her pussy lips. They didn't hurt, unlike the nipple pins that were causing a considerable burning sensation already. But they did cause her to feel the weight of them pulling her her skin. Without warning, three fingers found their way deep inside her pussy, which was now even more wet than before.
"Do you like being my toy?"
She gasped and groaned.
"Yes Sir! I love being your toy. Please, please use me Sir."
"Oh I plan to."
Her removed his fingers, wiping them clean on her tits. Roughly ignoring the clothes pins, causing them to twist and pull. Small screams already leaving her mouth.
Next, he picked up the candle and lighter. He lit the candle and held it a moment. Tracing the flame of the lighter near his wife's trembling body. Only millimeters away from her nipples, she could feel her piercings becoming hot. She winced in pain as he held the flame just under her nipples for a moment. Before moving it down to her pussy. The heat was exhilarating. He released the lighter trigger, but placed the hot metal of the lighter on her thigh. She screamed out in pain. He responded by tipping the candle on its side and letting hot wax poor down onto her chest. More screams escaped her. She felt the wax run down her body, quickly hardening as it did. He repeated this process over her shoulders, her legs, her back, and her ass. Until most of her body had streaks of candle wax running down it.
Setting the candle aside, Shane grabbed the cane. Finally ready for the main event if the evening, he thought about teasing the cane along her body. But he wasn't in the mood to tease anymore.
*SMACK*
The first blow landed hard on her ass. Michelle screamed the loudest of the night, he body lunging forward to try and escape. But the cuffs and spreader bar kept her in place.
"Fuck! Jesus Christ, let me warm up first."
"No."
*SMACK*
Another equally hard blow came across her ass again. Then another, and another. Michelle screamed and struggled, she cussed and hurled insults at her husband. But he continued. Until her ass was bright red, lined with small welts running horizontally across it. Shane moved his fingers to her pussy again, and found her thighs covered in pussy juices.
