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(Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, has barely thirty four B little titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, long clit and a tight firm ass)
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The doorbell rang several times as Mistress Calista hurried to the door. Through the translucent glass she could see the outline of a young woman standing on her porch. She opened a small security viewer to see a very nervous, but lovely, young woman. The girl looked uncertain about being here and Calista sensed some fear in her eyes. She opened the door and smiled at the young woman. "Yes?" she asked.
"Is this the home of…ah…Mistress Calista?" the young woman inquired, with a slight tremor of her lip.
Calista smiled and said softly, "Yes, it is. And whom might you be?"
"I'm the woman that called you last night, Tatiana Kos---." Calista stopped her in mid-word.
"No surnames, please. Are you here for a training lesson?" she asked. The woman nodded nervously. "Very well, welcome to my home. I shall call you Twatiana, as that slave name seems to fit you," Calista said with a wicked smile, "please come in, darling Twatiana." The young woman stepped inside the entryway and followed Mistress Calista into an elegant living room, very expensively furnished and decorated. "Are you feeling as wicked as I do, Twatiana?" Calista asked.
"Oh yes, Mistress, I do feel wicked and aroused," Twatiana replied. Calista had been expecting this young woman as a referral from one of her other clients. She led the soon to be submissive girl to a door which was the entrance to the staircase to the Dungeon. She ordered the woman to lift her skirt high and smiled when she saw the wet panties the woman was wearing. Yes, she is feeling wicked and aroused, judging by the growing wet spot on her red panties, Calista thought to herself.
"Get completely naked and kneel down before me, slave," Calista ordered her. Twatiana quickly removed her shirt, unhooked her red lacy bra letting it fall to the floor. Next, she dropped her skirt, took off her hose then, pulled her wet lacy red panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. God, her tits are so beautiful, Calista thought as she looked at the upright breasts, perfectly shaped and tipped with hard erect nipples. She felt her own pussy become moist.
Twatiana kneeled down on her haunches spread her thighs revealing well-shaped pussylips under a neatly trimmed auburn bush. Her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders as she looked down at the floor. "And there is my sweet little cunnie, dripping nectar for her Mistress," Calista said. Twatiana trembled and nodded affirmatively. She walked to the kneeling slave girl and grabbed her by the nipple of her right tit. Pulling her upright by her nipple, Calista walked the groaning slave to the stone steps leading to her Dungeon. Jerking and pulling the slave's nipple cruelly, Calista led her up the stone steps to her Tower Dungeon as the girl groaned in pain.
"Walk to the sling that's hanging from the ceiling. The sling is cut to hold your wrists and ankles in restraints, with your legs spread exposing your tits, cunt, clit and asshole to my whims," Calista tells her, releasing her nipple. Twatiana walks to the sling rubbing her sore nipple and smiling weakly at her Mistress. "Place your wrists and ankles in the restraints." Twatiana moved willingly, but with apprehension, to the sling to be bound. Calista secured her in the sling then grasped Twatiana's cheeks with her hands and kissed her passionately. Twatiana twitched excitedly as their tongues touched and entwined in the passionate kiss. Activating the lift, Calista drew her up on her back, spread eagle, about four feet high and parallel to the floor. Twatiana, bound and defenseless, squealed softly from anxiety and some fear at what will happen to her. Moving to her slave's side, Calista tweaked her nipples and kneaded her lovely tits. Twatiana squealed louder this time and seemed to swoon at Mistress's touch.
Reaching for her slave's bush, she pulled at Twatiana's soft curls, as moisture formed heavily at the edges of the slave's cuntlips. Kneeling down Calista drew her tongue along the edges of Twatiana's closed cuntlips. The slave trembled at the touch of her Mistress's tongue to her pussy and groaned with pleasure, wanting more. The sling had four elastic bands, with clamps on the ends. Calista stretched one of the bands and attached the clamp to her slave's cuntlip. Twatiana flinched as clamp was attached and groaned in pain. Mistress Calista did the same to the other cuntlip, spreading her cuntlips open oozing with her juices. Twatiana wiggled excitedly in the sling, but her excitement was tempered by the realization that she was totally helpless and defenseless. Calista brought forth a Y chain with nipple clamps at each of the three ends of the chain and securely clamped each nipple. Twatiana groaned painfully as the clamps bite into her nipple flesh. She managed a slight, but apprehensive smile at Calista, as her Mistress placed the long end of the Y chain on the overhead chain and pulled it taut, stretching her slaves, nipples cruelly.
Twatiana shrieked, her tits and nipples ached from being stretched. Mistress moved to her Implements and Toys table to select several large candles. Lighting them she placed the candles on a stand near the sling. Her slave intently watched the burning candles, while her mistress smiled wickedly. The candles burned and melted wax filled the large wide wells on each candle. Calista kneeled between her slaves' legs to lick and suck Twatiana's clit. Squirming, from the velvety tongue on her clit, caused the slave's nipples and cuntlips to stretch hurting them 'pleasantly'. Her clit engorged, to stand erect like a miniature cock. Calista clamped the clit with an alligator clip on a chain, hooked a lead weight to the chain and dropped it! Twatiana screamed in agony as pain cascaded throughout her body when the weight came to an abrupt halt. Tears welled in her slave's eyes and ran down her cheeks. "Oh how I love to hear you scream, Twatiana! It makes me feel so good!" Calista exclaims while her slave writhed in agony.
"Oh, Mistress, I love your evil, but wonderful cruelty," Twatiana whimpered tearfully to her Mistress. Calista picked up a candle that had a considerable amount of melted wax in its well. Her slave watched fearfully as Calista held the candle over her right nipple and allowed several drops of hot wax to splash on her nipple. Twatiana wailed as the hot wax bathed her nipple and bravely pushed out her tits for her Mistress's pleasure. Calista waited for the wax to harden then dripped an equal amount on the other nipple, accompanied again by screams and wails. Next, she allowed the hot wax to drip randomly over her slaves' lovely tits, until they were incased in wax. Twatiana attempted to smile through the painful burning sensation, but her body trembled painfully at the hot wax droplets striking her tits. Putting the candle down, to let it melt more wax, Calista picked up another candle with melted hot wax floating in its well. Mistress Calista dripped hot wax in a line from her slave's tits to her navel, filling it with hot wax. Twatiana sobbed from pain, crying inconsolably.