Hands moved over me. The touches are feather soft and sensual. Barely there, as they travel from my fingertips down my arms, spread over my shoulders then move down over my breasts. They stop and mould my breasts then squeeze and pinch my nipples before rolling them between rough fingers.
My body trembles as I arch up, silently demanding more pressure and I whimper as the hands move down, never leaving contact with my skin. Down across my belly, teasing around my belly button and skimming to my sides. Down across my hips and in to brush over my mound before skating down the sides and across to the inside of my widely spread thighs.
Teasing, but not touching, the flesh that is longing to be touched. Then continuing their slow slide down my legs to my feet. I am blindfolded and bound with my hands together above my head and my legs spread wide apart.
The hands leave me, only to be replaced by the multi-strands of floggers. They start at both my hands and feet at the same time. Movements coordinated as the ends tickle across my hands and feet then start to move down my arms and up my legs. My skin pebbles in reaction as the strands of leather trail over me, and follow the same path that the hands had moments before.
The floggers meet in the middle of my body then they start flicking with small licks against my skin. Soft flicks that very gradually pick up speed and strength as they move back over me towards my hands and feet. Then the flicks become harder and turn into slaps as they slowly work their way back up my legs and down my arms. This time the flicks land over my mons and breasts and I shudder as need starts to build inside me. My skin heats and sparks start to zing from where the slap land, zeroing straight to my clit and pussy. Stoking the fire that is beginning to flame inside me.
My body starts to hum with the buzz of sensation as the slaps gradually become harder. My skin is alive and sizzling with the heat that is building with every slap that lands. The floggers start to land with a harder bite as they are concentrated over my breasts and mons, I start to moan with the need that is balling tight in my belly. My nipples are beaded painfully tight and my pussy is running with fluid and still they torment me.
The slaps go hard for several beats as I writhe against my bonds but before my body can tip over they stop and I cry out with the need that is pounding through me. Then the hands are back as they run over me from hands and feet to the centre of me. My skin is so sensitised that their hands feel closer to sandpaper as they move over me and I twist as my body cries out for more. But the hands run over me once and are gone again.
I start and gasp when something hot drips onto my breast and I groan as more drips land on my skin over my other breast. Then as the first drips cool and go hard more is added. I feel the wax being dribbled in a pattern over my breasts and across my abdomen as it is worked down towards my groin. The bite and burn of each drip stings and cools as the wax lands on my sensitised skin.
Drip by drip a pattern is etched across my skin and finally reaches my mound. My hiss turns into a groan as the first drips land and the heat sizzles straight to my clit as the next drip falls. Slowly the pattern is continued across my hairless pubic area. Each bite of heat adding fuel to the flames that keep building higher and higher inside me. I try to concentrate on the pattern they are creating but my body is focused on the sensations and the need that they are feeding and building inside me.
A trickle of hot wax runs down the crease of my legs then another trickle is added along the lips of my vulva. I cry out as the heat hits my sensitive skin and my pussy releases a wash of fluid as the raw need flares wildly through me.
