Vibrators

I have a dream...

I have encased her entire body in saran wrap. There is a pole that she is wrapped to. As I wrapped her up I inserted small vibrating bullets.

They are buzzing in random spots, on her thigh, on her tummy. The cleft of her bum, beside her nipple, and on the top of her mound.

The vibrations start to frustrate her as I step back and watch her squirm and try to press her tender bits to the vibrating toys that tease her.

I watch as she struggles and gasps, picking up a Hitachi Magic Wand and flipping it on low.

The buzz catches her attention immediately and she looks directly in my eyes and moans.

I flip it off.

She whimpers and wiggles even more. I move closer, still holding the magic wand and laugh as she attempts to move towards me.

I set down the wand and wiggle some of the vibes under the wrap, moving the ones near her nipples onto the edge of them and the one in her butt crack is pushed further down. The vibe on her mound is pushed up onto her tummy.

She groans as I move the last one away from the edge of her sex. I want her to feel sexual tension in every inch of her body.

I pick up the Hitachi and flip it on low.

Her fingertips are not contained and I start there, rubbing her fingertips with the wand. She moans and whimpers as I rub the wand slowly up and down her arm. Over her shoulders and down her back.

I wiggle the small vibes onto her nipples and hear her gasp as the Hitachi rubs over her bum.

She is straining against her bonds now and crying out to me "PLEASE PLEASE UHHHH" the frustration is very plain in everything she does.

She wants to cum of course.

Denied.

We did not negotiate for her orgasm, so she does not get one.

Maybe next time, is my thought as I cut her free of the wrap.

Poor girl is practically sobbing..

Caught In My Web

She is a pretty young thing, innocent and sweet, unaware of how desirable she is.

She is sitting in my lap, I have just had a lovely spanking from a fun Dom I have scened with a couple times.

We are negotiating.

She is willing and I am eager. We discuss her limits and talk about her experience. I pet her bum with the palm of my hand.

The equipment we want is finally free. I go and drop off my bag while she is getting ready. I watch the prior players cleaning equipment and putting stuff away.

At last we are ready, I instruct her to take her clothes off and open my toy bag.

I pull out several different items and show them to her, she agrees to everything I show her except a cane. I attempt mild coercion but she is so new, I am not disappointed to put it back in my bag.

I lay out the assorted tools and toss a roll of purple vetwrap from hand to hand. Directing her to stand comfortably against the grid like wooden rack in front of us. She steps forward and I move her arms into place. Using the vet wrap I stick her to the wooden slats by wrist and elbow. Then moving her feet into position I stick her with the vet wrap, making sure she is secure.

I rub her all over with my bare hands, feeling her skins texture and where she is warmest and coolest. Feeling how her panties and bra fit her. Testing her stance and the bonds. She is firmly fixed in my web and I only wish for more vetwrap. We discuss the safewords she knows red and yellow, I tell her about green and she laughs, this one is new to her and she is delighted.

I begin to spank her lovely ass, watching her skin pink up and feeling heat radiate. Her hips jut out as she presses back to get more. My spanks increase and I vary the tempo, hitting my stride and giggling as she wiggles and squirms. My laughter is infectious it seems as she begins giggling too.

I rub and squeeze her bum, my over hand on her tummy and bracing her so I can spank her harder. My hand is rather stingy and I know it and take delight in spanking girls hard! She is getting a real taste for it now.

Kneeling behind her I grab a wooden hairbrush and run the bristles down her back and bum before paddling her butt, and thighs with it. She is making interesting noises and humping back and forth.

I jump to me feet and tangle my fingers in her hair. Tugging it and looking in her eyes. I tell her she needs to use her words. and she starts calling out "GREEN GREEN"

I laugh let go of her hair and beat on the naughty girls ass in a series of hard smacks with brush. She is gasping and tugging at the bonds, pressing her butt out for more. She is so sexy and I want to fuck her. I push her flat against the rack with my body. My nails raking over her skin and my pelvis grinding into her ass. My tits are trapped in my leather corset but I rub against her back anyway. My hand scratches down her belly and over her hip.

Sexy girl.

I step back and tell her to stick her ass out if she wants more. She sticks her bum right out at me and I laugh and start beating on her with my bare hand. She is crying out and I am laughing so hard.

I grab my crop next and start hitting her ass and thighs, I am hitting her quite hard and impressed with the depth she is going to. I strike harder and harder, she keeps sticking her bum out and I keep watching her face. She is blissed out and taking her beating like a good little pain-slut.

I drop the crop and pick up a wartenberg wheel. I run it down her spine and hear her gasp. Wheeling it down her butt and over her thighs. Her legs are spread wide and I have access to her inner thighs and her labia through her panties. They are poking out around the flimsy fabric and I am ready to fuck with her mind now. Running the wheel all around her inner thighs, closer each time to those puffy lips.

I pause long enough to bump against her bum with my well corseted tits. Teasing her and noting how she presses hard back into me. Such a good greedy lil girl!

"Hold still little girl, this is the delicate bit!"

She freezes in place and I flip the wheel around in my hand so the cold edge of the handle is sliding over her lips. She howls in fear and I laugh evilly. I KNOW it feels like a blade! I hold the handle up for her to see and she starts laughing hysterically. I run the sharp points of the wheel over her lips. She shudders and her whole body flushes red. I run a hand up and squeeze each butt cheek hard as I stop the spinning wheel in my fingers and instead use the needles to scrape down her thighs.

She comments that she cant feel her fingers and I am there with scissors cutting her free from my web. She has nearly stretched the vet wrap around her ankles right off.

She starts to move away and I laugh telling her we aren't finished yet! I push her back to the rack and rub her arms and press her hands to grab onto the rack.

She gets a slightly bewildered look as I kneel down in front of her. I start beating the fronts of her thighs rhythmically. She is squirming and wiggling and opening her legs and I am spanking the insides of her thighs with almost all my strength, suddenly she is calling yellow. I stop immediately and rub her thighs, letting her catch her breath.

I am so proud this girl called yellow, i know how hard it is when you are new and it shows me that she trusts me to listen to her and pay attention to what she needs.

I am looking up at her and I notice her nipple is poking out of her bra, I tease her gently about it and pinch it before tucking it back into her bra. She is ready to continue and I slowly wind the scene down.

I grab a silk scarf and rub her with it before leading her to the stairs and sitting her down with a drink and some chocolate.

We cuddle and I enlist some help in keeping her warm while I clean up our scene.

Coming back to tie my scarf around her like a cape and she catches on to the whole superhero theme. She is giggly and we clear the scene area, i set her up next to another giggly girl and watch them become fast friends.

Life is good, I get to play with sexy young girls and get them off. C'mon down girls!

The Gigglepuss

I had explained the scene to her and what I was going to do. We discussed the play extensively as it is something she would like to be able to duplicate. A long discussion about the type of wax to be used and rules that are important to remember.

She listened and asked questions, I could tell she was cautious but curious and very much wanting to learn how. I explained that any play comes with risks and while I could never go so far as to declare with absolute certainty that I will not burn her, I could reassure her by saying the only person I had ever burned was myself. I also explained that I would test the heat of the wax on myself at a much closer drip point that what I would drip on her. She understood, and consented to the risk.

I instruct her to disrobe while I light candles and strip down to just my thong.

I have her lay down on the sheet that I am using as a drop cloth and stand over her, candle in my hand. I drip some wax on my inner forearm and the wax is only medium warm. We are ready to begin.

I look down at her and splash the first few drips on her belly. This action is greeted by a startled "OH!" promptly followed by a little wiggle and a moan of pleasure. I laugh, someone likes wax!

Grinning as my playful Top rises to the occasion and I start dancing to the music and dripping wax all over her tummy and thighs. I see her wiggle and she makes mewling noises. I encourage her squirming, telling her it gives me more targets. She begins to giggle.

I have to admit my absolute delight as her laughter fills the room. I adore gigglers and it appears I have a gigglepuss on my hands.

In the zone now I scoop up some cold water as I tell her to close her eyes. She gasps as and giggles as I sprinkle the cold drops on her, followed by more wax. Her eyes flutter open and she states her surprise at not being able to tell the difference.

I kneel beside her and lower the candle, I have dripped it less than six inches from my skin and it is not hot enough to burn. I hold the candle at the full height of my outstretched arm, drizzling her with wax.

Her eyes are open and wide and I bring the wax lower and suddenly she calls yellow.

I set the candle down, reconnecting with her and blowing over the wax, she says a spot on her side was to hot. I look closely and there is only cooled wax. Touching each spot and wiggling them a bit, no protests. I drizzle some cool water on her and she indicates she is ok to continue.

Picking up the candle again, I drizzle wax on my arm and thigh to ensure temperature is ok.

Dripping the wax on her tummy and thighs and breasts, she is giggling madly now and her eyes are closed as she laughs and squirms. I tell her to open her eyes so she can see how close the candle is to her, about twelve inches away and she gasps in surprise.

Knowing how much of a mind fuck it is as she giggles again I tell her she has to count the drips backwards and I am going to move closer with every drip.

I move my arm higher so I am about two and a half feet away and tell her to count backwards from ten. The drips begin to fall and she counts them quickly as the candle moves closer. I laugh, the wax is now a foot away. We start again This time I am two feet away and tell her to count back from twenty, she protests and I tell her, ok fifteen. So fifteen it is and the candle moves very close by the time she gasps out "one".

I tell her we will do it one more time, this round the candle will start at a foot and half away. She gasps and counts the drips to fast, I am laughing and stop dripping. Scolding her for counting phantom drips, telling her I am counting too.

I am spilling the wax over on to my thigh as I laugh at her and she tries to convince me she was counting right. Her eyes wide and her head shaking back and forth in protest.

We start again, my hand about sixteen inches from her tummy, this time she counts the drips right and she is giggling and gasping when she calls out the last digit. I have ended about four inches from the puddle of hardened wax on her tummy.

I set the candle down and she comments about needing a picture. I set up for the pictures and snap a few quickly.



Setting the camera back down I sit beside her and start rubbing and scrubbing the wax off. She is helping to pick the wax off and she has a sweet smile on her face. I kiss her lips, and then each pretty pink nipple.

Giggly girls get me every time. Next time I will make sure and negotiate for more than kisses and wax!

Sexy Kisses

So close we are nearly touching, I can feel her breath on my cheek.

She moves to kiss me and I pull away, grinning, teasing.

Her hand tangles in my hair and she pins me.

Captured, she pushes her tongue into my mouth and claims it for her own.

Breathless, sucking gently at her lips and tongue.

She releases me, to my dismay, and I sit there.

Senses reeling.

Heart thrumming like a panicked animal caught in my chest.

I lean toward her, caress her cheek.

Her chin held in my fingertips, other hand stroking lightly down her throat.

My kisses soft, teasing, tongue darting out to taste her lips.

Her soft moans urging me onward.

Kissing her throat, littlest nibbles on her pale smooth skin.

Her scent is intoxicating..

Ah cherie, this is joy!

Orange is Not a Safeword

I have laid a sheet on the floor in preparation. A pile of clothespins are resting on the end of my red chaise, the other end has 200 feet of coiled rope.

Candles are burning everywhere, their soft light and the scent of vanilla gently filling the air. One plain white taper is not lit.

Two glasses of water are sitting on the low table, one is filled with ice, one is plain water. There are gloves, a knife, a dildo, lube and condoms on the same shelf as the unlit taper.

The fire is burning brightly in the fireplace and throwing off a nice amount of warmth.

I am curled on my sofa under a blanket, the door is unlocked and she knows she is to just enter. Music is playing at a medium level.

I have her sit at the end of the couch and we discuss her past experiences with wax. It was once and it was not pleasant. She tells me she didn't wear any thing scented, no perfume or deodorant. She didn't want to wear anything flammable. I advise her that there will be no flame touching her.

We also discuss clothespins which I received consent for on the phone before she arrived.

She doesn't like nipple torture. The wax play previously burned her nipples, No problem.. I wasn't after her nipples tonight. I laugh and grin evilly.

"Take off your clothes" She is undressing, shirt pulled over her head, leopard print bra underneath. She tells me that this bra can be sacrificed at any point. I just look at her and tell her to take it off.


I am not cutting clothing off tonight. She removes her skirt. Matching leopard print thong. Cute, she tells me I can cut it off too and my only response is a smile.

I rise and she can see me fully for the first time, she comments about my appearance and I smooth my lace shirt over the shawl I have knotted low around my hips. I cross to the chaise and sit down on it, directing her to stand in front of me.

I tease her about being afraid of clothespins and show her the red plastic clips I will use on her. I begin by having her raise her arms. Two clamps under each arm on the tender bits. She gasps and I watch her pupils dilate slightly. This girl knows how to fly, she only needs a pilot!

I laugh at her auto erotic response and scoop up a handful of clips. Clamping the skin of her breasts is arousing me, I feel my clit swell and nipples become erect. Her eyes are fairly glowing and she is chewing her lips as she watches and emits tiny whimpers.

No clothespins on her nipples, I promised not to torture them and I will keep my promise. I merely torment every bit of flesh I can on her breasts instead. The clips are bristling out from her tit flesh in concentric circles and I am delighted with my progress.

Then I start at her hip and make a long swooping arch across her tummy. The clamps are not strong or tight but I watch her closely anyway, knowing it took a lot of courage for her to consent to them.

She is shivering and talking to me still about how they feel and I continue to tease her about fearing these harmless little clothespins when I reach up and yank the first one off.

"OH!" Is her surprised response followed by broken up laughter and pain murmurings.

I pull the other three off her arms and she is dancing a bit and "ow'ing" each one. I taunt her and tease her about them just being little clamps and what would she be doing if I had decided to do a zipper on her? Describing the process to her and hearing her whimper and moan in protest.

I laugh evilly, feeling my sadistic urges taking over. I get a tingly rush and pull the clamps off her breasts one by one... I ask her at one point if she would like slow or fast. She hesitates and says "Slow" I laugh and tear them off her as quickly and cruelly as I can muster.

"Just to show you who is in charge girl" I laugh again and rub the spots where the clips were, knowing the blood returning to those places has made them more than tender. She moans appreciatively..

I instruct her to lay down on the sheet and as she gets settled I cross to the shelf and light the taper. I circle back around her and test a few droplets of wax on the inside of my arm. Pleasantly hot at the distance of an arm span. I know I like it hotter than most so I loom over her with the candle held high above us.

I tip it and the first splashes of wax fall on her exposed belly. She jumps and protests and squirms. I tell her sternly to lay still. Dripping the hot droplets on her thighs and mound and breasts.

She is laughing and moaning and appears to be blissing out. I grab a chunk of ice from a glass and tell her to close her eyes.

Alternating the icy cold drips and the hot wax droplets, I watch her writhing and trying so hard to hold still. Laughter surrounds us, hers in the delight of pain endorphins, mine in sadistic pleasure.

This sexy girl has bared herself to be tormented by me and it pleases me to no end that she is overcoming fears and trusting me to do this to her.

The wax drips come from lower now, she has become accustomed to the heat and I want the scene to slowly intensify. The wax is caking on her belly, with only a few drops on her luscious boobs and quite a bit on her thighs and mound.

I have her open her eyes now so she can see how close the wax is and it starts fucking with her head. She starts crying out when the splashes hit her and telling me it is burning. I tell her it can not, that she has a deep coat of wax on. She accepts this and is doing fine until I straddle her and the drips come from just above her.

I know how hot the wax is this entire time, I have been testing it on myself periodically and I know it will not burn her.

She cries out in two sharp cries and then shouts "ORANGE"

I stick the candle in its holder grab the knife and kneel beside her. She is panting and gasping. I touch her belly and feel only hardened wax, her skin is entirely encased. "Where?" is my question to her and she indicates her sides. I check them carefully and peel the wax drippings off making sure there are no marks underneath. Her skin is unscathed. I look in her eyes and feel her calming now that the candle is away from her.

"Orange is not a safeword silly girl" She never says yellow or red and it has become a joke between us. I can't understand her reasoning, but I do understand the she was very close to saying red and ending the scene.

I inspect my work. I was true to my word, not one drip landed on her nipples, though many landed on her breasts. None of the skin is even reddened by the wax. She has come through without a single burn, not even a minor one.

I unsheathe my knife and show it to her.

"Do not move, I'm not as talented with a knife as I am with a candle!" I snicker and begin the long slow process of freeing her from the wax.

She lays very still and every so often I hear a gasp as my blade slides along her skin. Prying up the wax and baring the soft pale skin below. I tease her about "Oops your didn't want that mole did you?" and laughter surrounds us once more.

I have an urge to press the blade against her skin and cause the red droplets of life blood appear, their coppery scent would mingle well with the scent of her arousal. I suppress it as I continue on my task of cutting and peeling and shaving the wax off of her.

I have her spread her legs and trail the point of my blade over her labia, her scent is delicious and I want her so badly. I want to part her lips and hold her clit hostage, knife point pricking it... but that is another scene for another day.

Moving away I use the edge of the blade to loosen the crust of wax around her navel and pull huge chunks of it away. Showing them to her I toss one on her chest and tell her it is a memento, laughing about it.

I set the knife down and tell her to clean the rest off and go shower.. telling her she can cum in the shower and instructing her to throw the sheet out when she is finished.

I wander around the room snuffing candles and watching her rub and pick the wax off, our scene has ended...

Lunchtime

The knife in my hand is only four inches long, it is a black blade, sculpted to look like a butterfly wing. It is a girls knife most certainly and it looks somewhat innocuous. It is razor sharp.

The girl is tied to my kitchen table and I am watching her watch me as I carress the cold steel. I can see fear and uncertainty in her eyes and I know it is real. We have been playing for only a short while, and she has never seen me with a blade in my hands before.

"Tell me your safeword Carressa."

"My name, Carressa."

I nod and see some of the uncertainty fade, she is getting excited now. I set the knife down and pick up a candle. It is a long parafin taper of natural wax, I stand on a chair beside her and look over her naked body. "Where shall I start?" I hear her whimper and I drip the first drop on her tummy, she squirms and I drip the next few drops on her breasts. Watching the wax splatter and cool quickly into hard little shells, coating those pretty pink nipples. I drip down her tummy to her navel, she has no piercings, just the beautiful soft skin. I circle the wax around her navel and down further so it is dripping just above where her pubic bone starts.

She is gasping and squirming, I look into her eyes and see desire glowing. I smirk and drip the first drop on her mound. It was a big hot drop and it sprays as it hits, she groans and rocks her hips as much as the ropes will allow. Dripping wax down her thighs all the way to her feet, I move the candle closer to her and work my way back up. Slowly dripping hot splashes of wax, I am grinning in delight as she moans and squirms.

I pause and set the candle down just long enough to lube a vibrator and push it into her sopping pussy. I turn it on the lowest setting and go back to the business of dripping hot wax on this yummy girl. She is humping now, her hips rocking off the table and I am giggling as I drip the wax, closer and closer, hotter and hotter, I drizzle it like icing on a delicious cake watching the wax drip and run just a bit down the curves before it cools and hardens.

"Please Ms! Please!" I am laughing as she begs me. "What would you like girl?" She is gasping and writhing and the wax is hot on her nipples. "MORE" she cries out.

I shove the vibrator hard into her and fuck her with it as I set the candle aside and rub her swelling clit with my fingers. She is writhing in ecstasy and I am pushing her to it hard and fast. I pinch her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger as I push deep inside her. That is all she can take and she is shuddering and cumming, her juices flowing out of her. I keep pushing in and out of her, I know she has more to give. I turn the vibrator on high and pick up my knife.

She squeaks and I see the fear shining in her eyes as I show her the blade. She is whimpering as I hold the blunt side against her throat, it is a narrow blade and it feels like the sharp side to her.

"Don't move Carressa, or I will cut you." She trembles and holds still, her eyes wide. I trace the point of the blade down between her breasts, using the sharp edge to scrape the wax off her body. She is whimpering and I pause to thrust the vibrator in and out of her, then resume the wax removal. My blade is sharp against her breasts, the point sliding under wax and pricking her nipple. I am careful not to break skin. My focus is entirely on removing wax from her beautiful body. Sharp edge scraping down her soft belly.

"So soft Carressa, such soft skin, so easy to cut through, and underneath, your vital organs. So easy to slip now girl, the pain would give you such an endorphin rush, and then you would be in terrible agony..." I am mocking her with my words as I twist the knife in my hands and track the sharp point over her belly to her mound. I trace down over her swollen lips, using the dull edge to part her lips and rub her clit with the cold steel. She is shaking and juice is gushing out of her. I spread her lips open "DO NOT MOVE" she is absolutely still as I trace the point of the blade from the base of her clit to the tip. So sharp, I dare not cause any pressure, holding her still as I touch the tip of her clit and she screams and cums. I pull the blade away as she shudders.

Pulling the vibrator out of her I untie the quick release knots and pull her into my arms. "You did so well honey, you are so pleasing to me" she is shaking and glowing with the endorphin high as I cuddle her and stroke my hands down her back. She starts crying softly murmuring thank you's and kissing my neck softly.

Naughty girl has me all aroused, I stand her up and pull her off to the bedroom so she can show me how grateful she is.