I went home Sunday at five with my entire body sore and so in love I could hardly stand it. Monday morning, I left town on a business trip and for the next four days we wore out Face Time trying to break the phone sex record. I got back Thursday night and went to Master's house Friday evening. We were so good and so comfortable together that I couldn't believe it was only our third weekend. Friday night was incredible, but I could tell that he was going easy on my body. Just before we went to sleep, I asked Sir why and he said, "I am going to do something special with you tomorrow and I want you at your best. Fear from my brain met heat from my loins somewhere around my navel and caused an explosion. My trepidation only lasted a moment before my heart soared at the idea that I was going to get to do something special for this wonderful man.
The day began normally, we slept in a bit then Sir ordered me to please him with my mouth. That was followed by a long shower together, I love how it feels when he washes me, then a nice brunch. After we ate, he took me to the bedroom and had me stand naked in front of him for a few minutes while he ran his hands over my body and enjoyed looking at me. His touch excited me, and I wondered if we were headed back to bed when he told me to dress for shopping. I said, "Yes Sir" of course, then asked him when the something special was going to start. He gave me a cryptic smile and told me that it already had.
He said we were going shoe shopping. Knowing him and his sense of humor I expected to wind up at a Gypsy encampment or something, so it was a little bit of a surprise when we actually went to a shoe store. Sir needed sneakers and actually listened to and valued my opinion in choosing the right ones. After he paid for his purchase he pulled behind the store and gave me a very long kiss and whispered enough naughty things in my ear to make my toes tingle then we headed to the neighborhood hardware store. For a D/s couple going to a hardware store is like visiting Disney Land. He was there for a garden hose repair kit, but he walked me past enough ropes and chains to make my blood pump even harder. The final stop was a local knockoff of Bed Bath and Beyond where he ordered me to find a lotion that I liked. I selected one that had a soft floral smell and he bought two bottles even though I told him that one would be enough for a long time.
When we got back to his house, he ordered me to undress and once again enjoyed touching me and looking at me for a long time before ordering me to the bedroom. I waited as he rummaged around in another room then came back and spread a huge beach towel over the bed then set a couple of more towels off to the side. What followed was pure heaven. He ordered me to not speak then warmed a bottle of the lotion we had bought in the microwave and began rubbing it on my back. He went slowly and rubbed every muscle in my body paying attention to keeping me warm and comfortable all the while. As he rubbed, he spoke softly, telling me that I'm beautiful, complementing each part of my body and telling me about a lot of delicious things that he wanted to do to me. By the time he finished I was soft inside and out and very ready to have him inside me.
He had been using the spare towels to keep my warm, now he used them to pat the excess lotion off my skin then washed his hands before he began touching me intimately. It's so nice being with a man who understands a woman's body and knows not to lotion certain parts. My excitement grew when he got the ropes on the corners of the bed ready to use and put his leather restraints on my ankles. He put a different kind of restraint on my hands. It was like a leather mitten that held my fingers inside and tightened at the wrist where there was also a ring for the ropes. Just as he pressed himself against me, he said, "You may make sounds, but you are forbidden to speak or cum." If I hadn't been in deep submission already, I don't think I could have managed either. He took his time and enjoyed my body thoroughly, but he didn't make any effort to make following his orders easy thought to his credit he didn't try to make it hard either. By the time he finished I was ready to beg for permission and so in love with the fact I wouldn't have gotten it.
The mittens and the restraints stayed on when he untied me. They were perfectly comfortable, and my fingers could move comfortably inside the mittens but not being able to use them gave me a wonderful feeling of helplessness which was amplified by the fact he didn't give me permission to speak. After some cuddle time in bed he took me to the bathroom. That was a little embarrassing but the intimacy and care I felt when he patted me dry and helped me stand were glorious.
We spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch watching movies together. My body felt soft and delicious against his and his total control of me was unbelievably relaxing. Every twenty minutes or so he would pause the movie and spend a few minutes kissing and touching me then ask if I needed to speak. I shook my head no, every time. While the movie played, he held a drink with a straw for me every few minutes and occasionally fed me popcorn a kernel at a time. Down below, my pussy was aching for him and he caressed it often to make sure it stayed that way but I was so content that the burning need felt right and comfortable and I was happy that denying me was so pleasing to him.
When the movie ended Sir lit three pillar type candles which made my pussy tighten with excitement. When he left the room for a minute and came back with a canvas tarp it was all I could do to contain my excitement. Being waxed was one of my first and favorite kinky fantasies but I had never experienced it in real life before. When he left the room one last time and came back with two pieces of plastic pipe, I wanted to throw myself down on the tarp, but I waited obediently for him to give the order. The longer piece of pipe went under my neck and after he fed a piece of rope through it and my mittens held my arms firmly straight out to the side. The second piece of pipe was for my ankles and held my legs a perfect slightly too far apart.
The first drop of wax landed on my shoulder, it was startling, much hotter and more painful than I had imagined. The second was almost as bad but by the fifth I had stopped being afraid of the drops and begun relaxing and waiting to accept them. Before long the momentary intenseness had become delicious and as the single drops turned into small splashes, I grew calm and content. If I had been able to speak, I would have asked for more and faster, but Sir knew exactly what he was doing and soon some of the drops began landing on other drops as my skin was covered. It's hard to describe how I felt, it was like I was taking a nap and having a wonderful dream, my mind was completely at peace and my body an almost detached source of pleasure. When Master blew out the last candle and began gently scraping the wax from my skin a whole new round of pleasure began. I was being taken care of by a wonderful man with gentle hands and the slight pulling of tiny hairs and his touch on now sensitive skin was like the sensual soreness you get from the perfect workout.
I didn't want him to release my bonds, but he explained that if he took me now some wax would probably wind up where wax doesn't belong. Standing was hard but being brushed off felt nice and my when the water from my second shower of the day struck the spots where the wax had been the hottest it was the mildest and most erotic torture imaginable. Afterwards he laid me down on the bed and began gently rubbing my clit. I was incredibly hot and any other time I would have wanted him to take me for all he was worth, this time I was down so deep that I was content to do or feel whatever he wanted. Soon I had the most powerful orgasm I had ever had without being either filled or vibrated. It was enough to bank the fire inside me, but it would take a lot more than that to put it out.
I was unrestrained and allowed to speak during dinner, but I was still floating and very quiet. It was a light meal compared to his usual cooking which gave me hope that I would be used hard when it was over. After dinner he put me back on the big towel, this time he rubbed my back and my legs with an aloe lotion. I didn't need it, the wax had given me a powerful sensation that didn't come anywhere near burning me but the fact he cared enough to take such good care of me felt wonderful.
It's hard to describe what happened next. It began with him putting restraints on my wrists and ankles then blindfolding me and binding me tight to the bed. I know that he started with a soft heavy flogger but between how deep into submission I was, the amazing endorphin high and the fact that the most powerful sensation I felt was a burning need I didn't form clear memories. What I remember most was finding it interesting that my body seemed to jump occasionally when all I was feeling was pure pleasure and extreme lust. He told me later that he had used every flogger he owned and three different canes as he played with me for over an hour. I don't doubt that, but I would have believed anything from ten minutes to all night and never have known the difference.
At some point a new sensation entered the pleasant darkness. It took me a while to realize that it was a vibrator being held against my clit. At first it seemed mildly interesting but then I felt something big approaching. As it got near it started to seem scary but before I could experience that my body exploded so hard that I think I actually passed out for a few seconds. Calling that explosion an orgasm or even a slave orgasm is like calling the sun a flashlight. Another wave hit me just as I was coming back into my body, it wasn't as intense as the first, but it was incredibly intense, so was the next and the next. Finally, Sir removed the vibrator and took the ropes from my bonds. As soon as he lay down I wrapped myself around him like a blanket and when my pussy touched his leg I had another orgasm, much less intense this time but still an orgasm and a few seconds later I had one more that didn't have a trigger, it was just something inside me that needed to come out.
He held me for a long time. When I could form words, my training made me say a proper, "Thank you Sir." That was followed by, "What the hell did you do to me?"
I heard that soft low chuckle of his then, "Pretty much everything Babe."
"That was" I struggled to find a word big enough to cover it, but he cut me off before I could.
