Laying in the bed with my eyes covered by a black silk scarf and my mouth wrapped shut with a wide strap of leather made me nervous at first. I lay there on my back, still, waiting for whoever would walk into the room and have their way with me. I heard the door slowly open and close then a few seconds later deep rolling music played in the background. A slow sadistic metal song growled from the other side of the room while I felt someone kneel on the bed straddling my legs. Other then my silk and leather clad face I was completely bare.
The first sensation was a warmth that grew into a sharp sting and then reduced to a mild heat. I could feel the substance hit my soft nipple as a liquid and then slowly harden. Suddenly my sense of smell kicked in and I new my large breasts were being delicately drizzled with black cherry scented candle wax. After the wax had hardened, along with my pink nipples, it was slowly peeled off of my skin, pulling ever so slightly. I felt large hands roughly grab my D cup tit, I knew a man was with me, his hands were calloused and the fingers were slightly long and fat. His wet, hot mouth encircled my tender skin and his teeth grazed the recently subjected mounds of flesh. I arched my back and moaned softly in my throat, wanting to part my lips and breathe in shaky gasps and then feel his pear textured tongue dancing with mine. He didn't I could guess, his fingers brushed over the leather band that pressed rudely against my pouty lips.
His fingers danced over my china doll colored skin for what seemed like hours. I would buck my curvy hips up to meet his teasing touches as my skin felt as if it would crawl right off my bones. I spread my thick thighs slowly, parting myself in a shy manner if that could be possible with the amount of heat the radiated from my offered wonders. I could smell my own sex induced musk that begged for attention. I whimpered lightly as I felt shock to my nipples yet again. This time the sting was not from heat but from cold, metal, and very cold. Soon the cold was accompanied by slight pressure as I assumed what was small clamps were tightened. At first chills ran up my sides and to the back of my neck but soon tension over powered as I felt him connect the clamps to what seemed to be a small bar. It was long enough to let my full round breasts naturally fall to either side, but was short enough to pull on the clamps and keep my now heated with pleasurable pain nipples at full attention.
I felt his body weight shift as if he were stretching and soon I felt a soft wisp of elegant strokes over my collar bone and down to my entrapped breasts and then further. After a few passes of my inner thighs and even down to my toes that would normally make me giggle I figured it was a feather, by the feel of it a peacock. Soon the soft and romantic tasks were stopped long enough for him to remove the clamps and let my throbbing breasts sit at ease. The gentile fanning of the peacock feather was replaced with a slightly stiffer feather that circled my now red, fully hardened nipples. Soon the soft caresses were over and I felt his gruff hands rudely push my long legs fully spread.
I should be rewarded for my good behavior, the fact that I have kept my hands to my sides during his crude and silent groping should count for something. His idea of a gold star is a bit far from my own as I felt a coarse braided rope glide from across my throat and down between my breasts then over my small, trimmed patch of neverlins. I could feel his slightly dripping member brushing against the fully bare lips of my womanhood and the pit of my stomach went into knots. I bucked my hips lightly and let a moan rumble in my throat as a plead to have him enter me. This was met with a harsh lash across my breasts with the braided rope. I whimpered and tried to shrink into the mattress but that was met with another lash this time to my inner thigh. After a few more lashings I found myself fond of the burning marks he was leaving on my skin. My body broke out in a soft sweat and being spread bare on the bed made my skin cool quickly but the lashes would stay heated long after the rope left my skin. My breathing became quicker and the rope would now meet my skin sooner as I would arch towards the lashings.
