Getting Physical Part 5: A Continuation
One night, when we last saw Simone, she was all alone in Annie's bed, still dressed in puppy play paws on her hands and feet as well as a cage around her brassiere. Annie had recommended that Simone go to bed before her, as she had some duties to take care of before the dawn.
In the middle of the night, I woke up and found myself alone in the bed, finding it odd. I visited the toilet and discarded the paws on my hands and feet. Afterward, I roamed to the house's living room and came across a breathtaking scene. Annie, seated in a chair, seemed to be in self-bondage with several accessories attached to her body. Dressing from up top, she wore a blindfold which obscured her eyesight. She seemed devoid of clothing but donned a few items such as earbuds, a ring gag, and clothespins on her areolas, holding a shred of paper that would soon be disclosed.
Annie's wrists were tucked behind her in handcuffs that I had previously worn, attached to the back of the chair. Linked to the front legs of the chair, her legs wrapped freely in rope.
Annie was whimpering in the chair, seemingly oblivious of my presence. In the room, I could see several items, a gadget with four channels and eight pairs of leads enabling sixteen electrodes. To use them all, she could place pads on her body and apply four different patterns. Additionally, there was the cane that Annie used on me and a bunch of nettle branches. She owned her smartphone with a post-it note marking a passcode to unlock it.
Apparently, she had organized a set of vibrators inside her body to give herself hands-free mini orgasms. The phrase "Simone, I'm offering myself to you as a gift during our weekend by providing you with what we've discussed earlier, feel free to use my props plus your creative ideas. You're aware of my restrictions: no permanency and no introduction of your cocklet into my pussy. I hope you enjoyed your restful sleep. By the way, I'm listening to some trance audio and isolating my vagina for the upcoming mini orgasms." I checked the clock, and it was nearly 4 AM, eight hours until that period had elapsed.
I chortled, somewhat entertained by her continuing to make decisions, prompting my arousal. I shed the original ideas of torment and turned to the kitchen to seek a few items. Deriving a vessel to contain ice, I fetched a lighter and several candles. Back in the living room, I remained on alert as Annie's bosons bobbed in hypnotic rhythm, hinting at another mini-orgasm. Taking the ice cubes and a lit candle, I held one close to her vibrating bosom.
Confused by the coldness, Annie hunched with her entire body as she screamed out. Ignoring her plea, I proceeded to repeat dripping the ice and wax onto her breasts. She requested me to stop, in vain. The wax dripping between her legs betrayed her attempt to close her thighs. Nudging her apart, I aimed the items down her abdomen, towards her nether regions. Dripping the ice close to her labia, I applied the wax to the outer parts. Ensuring she had some brief relief, I intermittently retreated before worsening her ordeal.
Setting the ice aside, I settled on her smartphone. Stopping the trance audio, I set a Shepherd tone as a countdown for an endless descent, choosing a captivating one titled "A Three Hour Tour." I laughed, admiring the reference as I watched her body bracing for the upcoming sensation.
Finally, I returned to my sinister activities with the ice and wax, leaving her breasts and trailing towards her tummy. As I neared her genitals, she writhed intensely. I drenched her clitoris first with the freezing ice, then applied hot wax to the surrounding parts, chanting a rhythm which would soon intensify her suffering.
Satisfied with the preparation, I faced Annie, noticing her tensing in desperate anticipation, while she failed to close her thighs. Her pubic area, which received the most attention, showed she had done a flawless job of binding herself. First, I dropped the chilling water directly onto her clitoris, immediately followed by a blistering wax droplet. They aged, emanating the sensation of coldness that fails to caress her crispy clitoris.
I put aside the ice and fetched her device. Operating it, I halted the soothing music, allowing a descending shepherd's tone to roar. Simultaneously, I chose "A Three Hour Tour," which positioned several sets of vibrations through two buried dildos. I recorded simulated screams as the whining sound arose, underestimating the emergent storm.
Annie introduced a heavy two-hour tour rather than the anticipated three-hour encounter. In my spin on cruelty, I introduced an ice-wax torture session, causing her to desire a broomstick. Finally, she encouraged me to cease, desperate to restrain the rising catastrophe as my advancing lips fueled her terror, soon consummating my straightforward idea.
Many of the candles were skinny, but one was a tall, thick tower candle. I allowed a larger amount of melted wax to accumulate in this specific candle as I used an ice cube directly on her clit hood and labia. Eventually, I used the flexible antenna from the remote vibrator to hold a large ice cube against her clit, with the hood spread open. This provoked another scream from her, so I inserted my fingers into her mouth to capture her tongue and removed one of the nipple clothespins, placing it on her tongue. This resulted in her shifting from protesting to whimpering and increasing the drooliness. Thrilled by the success of this, I took the other clothespin and attached it to her nasal septum. Later, she recounted that this was the most effective technique, making her feel degraded and used.
Keeping a close eye on the phone and the ice cube pressed against her pussy, I waited for the moment that would bring her closer and closer to orgasm. I added a second ice cube despite her objections, and her protests rose in intensity, hinting at her inevitable climax. Though she tried to avert it, her vocal pleas were ineffective. It was uncertain if she was really saying "no" or merely accepting her fate, as she was holding a squeaky toy as a non-verbal safe word we had agreed upon earlier.
Shaking her head back and forth in a futile attempt to avoid orgasm, she struggled to prevent the kinky experience from unfolding. Despite this, she could not stave off her impending climax. She screamed as she finally reached the peak, her pussy and ass gripping the vibrators tightly. I then poured the collected hot wax onto her abdomen, just below her navel, and let it slide down her bare skin. Watching her intense reactions left me feeling extremely aroused and enjoying the sensation of topping someone. I relished the notion that someone willingly submitted to my control.
After she regained her composure, I licked her lips, leaving the clothespins in place while teasing both with my tongue. I whispered in her ear, taking out the earbud, and stated, "Thank you for allowing me to use you in various ways. I'm sure you're aware of what I have planned for you... cunt." My pronunciation of this word startled her and elicited a physical response from head to toe. I confirmed what she had known - that it was a term she found repulsive and arousing, causing conflicting feelings.
I fetched a knife from the kitchen and removed her blindfold, noticing her tearful eyes. Using the knife's point, I lightly traced her collarbone crease, before moving lower to tease her nipples with its tip. I also used the knife's edge to peel away the cooled wax from her breasts, stomach, and vagina. "Well, there's a print of your... cunt... in this dried wax," I remarked, pointing out the imprint on her clit and labia.
Satisfied with removing the wax, I obtained a TENS unit. Surprisingly, Annie had never thought of using it as a sex toy, assuming it was only meant for her physical therapy job. I applied the four pads from the first channel to either side of her nipples, making sure the current did not cross her chest. I released the bonds that kept her arms chained to the chair, disconnected them, then connected them in front of her. Wrestling in vain, she screamed in protest. I gripped her wrists with force, raised them over her head, and clipped them onto the back of her collar, leaving her completely exposed.
Thinking about additional ways to continue the kinky bondage, I decided to loosen the constraints binding her to the chair, releasing her thighs and ankles. With a sudden yank, I roughly pulled her up, and she looked quite comical with the clothespins on her nose and tongue, protruding from the ring gag. I bit into her tongue between the clothespin and the gag, separating the latter from the former. "Oh, it's off now!" I exclaimed, smiling.
She scolded me and I placed it on her tender nipple once more, wounded from the beeswax and ice, and she yowled. I also replaced the one that had been on her septum and placed it on the other nipple, causing her to glare at me. Steering her away from the seat, I retrieved the spreader bar and fastened her ankles 3 feet apart. Then, I set about affixing the remaining 6 pairs of electrode pads, one at a time, onto various areas of her body. I secured a set in her unshaven armpits, another pair down by each side of her anus, still another on either side of her labia, one on her mound of Venus and the other just above her pelvis, one on the base of both feet, and the final pair went on her inner thighs.
I lazily fiddled with her phone and the TENS unit's adjustable settings, increasing the power level while allowing the patterns to be haphazard. It didn't take long for her to convulse and spasm from the constantly changing shocks, the ones on her nipples being steady and unchanging while the rest were erratic. I turned up the vibrators' intensity, too, glancing at her to gauge her reactions. I mused, "For the future..." I began, "I'd like to acquire a shock collar that operates whenever it hears a sound and observe how little noise you're able to make." She clenched her teeth, determined to stay quiet despite her internal struggles.
Read also:
- Criminally-Tuned Rhythm Chapter 1
- Catastrophic Envy: Femdom's Perspective (Part 2)
- Rose and Gephard in Their Sanctuary (Part 7)
- Cat-Astrophic Envy: Feline-Dominant Feminization
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