Order An Intruder Part 35

Patricia picked up a short piece of rope and approached the helpless Davinia before tying one end to the captive’s hair. In what cruel way are you going to bind me, Mistress? OW! The girl suddenly found her head pulled back as her mistress pulled on the rope, taking it around the bondage at her elbow. Please, surely you’re not tying my head to my elbows! The rope was pulled even tighter, Davinia’s neck was arched as far back as it would go, leaving her head facing forward and the end of the cord was tied off at her elbows.

The helpless captive blushed as she noticed that she was staring a Eva’s mound. All I can do is stare at this point, or close my eyes. This choice was about to be taken away from her as Patricia took a sleep mask from the side and placed it over the eyes of the bound girl. You must have done this for a reason, but I do not understand why. OMG, what are you doing there. Then she yelped as there was the gentle touch of fingers between her legs, and a moment later the catch on the crotch of her bunny costume was unhooked and her intimacy was open to view.

You must be planning on doing something horrible to me, right now. Davinia trembled in her bonds, but to her surprise nothing happened. Instead, there was a squeal from behind her which was followed by another one that happened a few minutes later. Then she nearly jumped in her bonds when there was an angry cry from Eva in front, and she wondered what their captor had in store for the three of them, as she cried out for a second time, just as Serena had done.

There was the feel of a rope that was looped several times around her waist and then tightened. Then she heard Patricia’s voice. “I am tying your waist to the hook so that it will support your weight, then I will loosen the strappado rope, taking the strain of your arms and allowing you move back and forth.” It was less than a minute later when her hands shifted down, eliminating the strain on her shoulders and she found that she could shift her body even though she daren’t move her feet from her present position.

“Good, I see that you know that you can move, which is good as it is important to my entertainment.”

Davinia winced as she heard this. Entertainment for you maybe, but it will just be a torture for us.

“I am going to remove your gag in a minute but when I do, you are to remain quiet and keep your mouth wide open. If you don’t, I will make things very uncomfortable for you.”

There was a touch at the back of Davinia’s neck, the straps were unbuckled and the gag was removed from her mouth. Which type of gag is going to fill my mouth next, or do you have something else lined up for me? The captive was surprised when she was pushed back by her captor and a rope was tied to the one at the back of her waist, holding her in position. I didn’t expect this from you, but at least you haven’t done anything unpleasant to me. The girl started to worry though, when she heard movement and a whimper from in front of her.  What are you doing to Eva? Is it something to do with what you have planned for me?

Then the rope that was holding her in position was removed, Davinia was moved forward, and she received a massive shock as her wide open mouth was suddenly filled by something long and wide. What the hell type of gag have you put in my mouth, it almost seems to be a- OMG, it can’t be! The item in her mouth moved slightly, and the captive realised to her horror that it was no gag, even though it muffled her cries.

Then the next shock was even worse as something wide entered her intimacy, which seemed to be similar as the object in her mouth. You’ve impaled me at both ends! What on Earth are you doing to me? Davinia tried to get the thing out of her mouth, but it was impossible as her head was held rigid by the hair rope. A rope was threaded between her thighs from behind her, and another one was taken over  her back which went through the gap of her upper arms. The captive was moved back to a position where her legs were upright and the item in her intimacy pushed even further in, causing her to understand that she had no chance of extricating herself from her predicament.

“I’ve used the long ropes that were bound to Serena’s thighs and chest and tied the other ends to Eve so that they are held immobile. If you are thinking of trying to stop this from happing, I will tell you that I have done this before and there is no chance of freeing yourself at either end. Anyway, it is time for my poor little bunny to see what I have done to her.”

Davinia was dreading having the sleep mask removed, but a few seconds later her eyes were uncovered and she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see what her mistress had done to her.

“If you don’t look, I will pull the top of your outfit down and punish your nipples, so it would be best for you if you see what has happened to you.”

The girl opened her eyes and her worst fear was confirmed. I was tight, it isn’t a gag! She cried out as she saw that a strap-on was attached to Eva’s mound, and it was the shaft that filled her mouth, acting as an effective and humiliating gag. If that is in my mouth, then Serena must be wearing one as well which is pressing into me at the other end. You have managed to impale me at both ends, trapping me like this! Her cheeks turned crimson at the embarrassment that had been inflicted upon her and if her experience at the hands of Patricia had taught her anything, it was that this wasn’t over yet,

“Oh, my poor bunny, I think that you look as if you are well and truly shafted.”

Davinia winced at this awful comment and squirmed in her position in a futile attempt to free herself from her bonds. It’s not enough to torment me, you have to come out with a line like that? I’m immobile excepted for being able to move backwards and forwards, and all that will do is humiliate me further at one end or the other.

 “Phase two of this is completed, and it leaves you looking like a rabbit on a spit roast. All I have to do now is cook you, and you are going to do this for me.”

Davinia was looking very worried at this point. What do you mean, cook me and how are you going to force me to do this to myself?

“You see, my dear Davinia, you are going to slide Eva’s shaft in and out of your mouth and give it a thorough workout. When that happens, Serena’s ‘item’ will tickle your fancy, so to speak and it will pleasure you.”

At this, the captive shook her head, or at least she tried to, given that the phallus that was attached to Eva and filled her mouth made any movement virtually impossible.

“So it seems as if my slave disagrees with me, therefore I will explain something to you. What penetrates your mouth is more than plastic, as there are pressure sensors built into it detecting movement and pressure going along it and it sends signal to the item that fills your intimacy, as well as the vibrators inside Eve and Serena. When you run your lips up and down the shaft, it will provide pleasure to all three of you. If you remain still, then the vibrators provide little electric shocks as ‘encouragement’ for you to continue. If you don’t believe me, just wait for a minute and you will find out the truth.”

OMG, that’s horrible! I have to bring Eva to orgasm by running my lips up and down this-this thing in my mouth! That makes this whole setup even more monstrous, but surely it’s not going to torture us. OW! Davinia’s body shook as she felt a an unpleasant jolt in her intimacy which caused her to squeal in unison with the two other bound and gagged ladies, and this was followed a few seconds later by another shock. It is going to torment us if I don’t start.

Slowly and reluctantly, Davinia pushed herself backward and forward on her feet, sliding the phalli in and out of her. I am never going to live this down, but at least the shocks have stopped. As she continued with her cheeks burning redder than ever, Davinia felt the phallus sliding in and out of her intimacy start to buzz, providing her with a pleasurable sensation. At least that part is correct as well, but I have a feeling that it will force me to speed up as I need to feel more.

She was surprised as she heard a sigh escape from the gagged mouth of the helpless woman in front of her and a moment later it seemed as if it was echoed by Serena. So all us are affected by what I do with my mouth, which means that I have to bring everyone to orgasm. I think that maybe I should just remain at this speed, so that I will not tease us all too much. As she continued at the same pace though, she was literally shocked as the was another unpleasant jolt inside her body.

“Oops, I forgot to mention that you had to speed up, as the device detects if you take it slowly and punishes you for trying to fool it. Using your tongue as well would be advisable, unless you want more.”

That really is evil, forcing me to work harder and harder and harder at this. Davinia increased her speed and moved her mouth up and down the shaft faster, so that the shocks stopped and were replaced by an increased buzzing. The phallus within her flower moved as Serena writhed in her bonds, which increased the fire in her belly, and she moaned through the ‘gag’ in her mouth.

“See, you are getting some fun out this after all, my helpless captives.” Said Patricia as she enjoyed the discomfort of the women in front of her.

Davinia increased her speed further, even though the action was unpleasant and there were times that she felt as if she was going to choke on the shaft penetrating her mouth. How long do I have to do this for? I feel as if I’m slamming myself onto spikes at both end of my body. All three women moaned loudly as the vibrators inside them increased their buzzing along with the captive’s speed, and the girl forced herself to move even faster.

Her work was made harder as the writhing of the two other women pushed the items out of a straight line, making them rub uncomfortably inside her.  This thing is moving inside my mouth and irritating me in the process. I just want you to orgasm, so that I can stop having to do this! The feeling in her intimacy was getting stronger and stronger as time went on, and she hoped that the others were as close to fulfilment as she was. After another few minutes, Davinia’s flower felt as if it was on the edge of release, and she tried to move as quickly as possible, so that it would take the three of them over the edge and into bliss. Please, I’m nearly there and I just need a little more.

Then she heard a cry from in front of her and the phallus shuddered in her mouth, indicating that Eva had been taken to her peak and was enjoying the fruit of Davinia’s labour. One down, two to go. The suffering girl carried on with pumping herself back and forth on the two devices, and a minute later she was ‘rewarded’ with the sound of her friend achieving her orgasm.

It was then that the device inside Davinia seemed to go into overdrive and she writhed and moaned constantly as the device took her closer and closer to her release. Oh my Go-! Then she screamed and convulsed as her body was engulfed in bliss.

As her post orgasmic reverie ended, Davinia noticed that she was still impaled and her situation had not changed, Are you keeping us like this just to embarrass us still further, because I think that this is pointless now. I don’t think that you can do any more to us.

“I don’t think that you should keep still, my slave. The devices are still on and unless you get moving soon, things are going to get a little uncomfortable.”

There was a whimpering sound and Davinia thought that she had made it, but it had actually come from Eva Green. We have to do this all over again? That is even worse, and I haven’t recovered from the last time. Again, the helpless captive started to slide her mouth up and down the phallus…

After Davinia and the others had reached orgasm again, she felt as if she couldn’t go on any longer and she just hung in her bonds, with all three ladies convulsing and crying out through their gags as the little electric shocks tormented them.

Patricia picked up a device, pressed a button, and the devices shut down. “It seems that my sweet slave is exhausted from her entertainment, so I think that another rest is in order.”

The captor went over to the three women and removed the long pieces of cord that bound Eva and Serena in place and immobile, so that they would be able to move backwards. Then the woman picked up the sleep mask and it was again placed over Davinia’s eyes.

“When Eva is taken away from you, you are to keep your mouth wide open and say nothing.”

The girl tried to nod as best she could, given that the phallus was still in her mouth, and she was relieved when the dreadful device was removed, leaving her airway clear. This was only for a moment as some kind of rubber plug entered her mouth, a type of panel covered her lower face and straps were taken around her head which were securely buckled at the back of her neck. Yet another type of gag that I have to endure, I wonder just how many of these did you have packed, Mistress Heaton?

Then Davinia felt the device that was inside her flower slide out, the catch on the crotch of her costume was reattached, and she sighed with relief as this part of her ordeal was finally over. I will be made to suffer more during this evening though, as you won’t let me rest for long. Over the next few minutes, there were squeals in front and behind the captive and she wondered what was happening to the two other ladies, as the mask prevented her from seeing what was happening to them.

Finally, the cover was removed from her eyes and the girl saw that the other ladies were free of the frame, although they were still as bound and gagged as when they entered the room. Serena was still looking scared, whereas Eva was glaring at her captor.

“I don’t think that it would be a good idea to free you just yet Eva, as you will no doubt want to get your revenge. Maybe a few hours tied to Serena and enjoying forced orgasms from a wand will soften you up, I know that it did last time.” Eva suddenly became worried and shook her head, pleading with her eyes and making little begging sounds. “You know that you enjoy this deep down, so there’s no point in fighting it.” Patricia walked over and picked up the riding crop. “Now it’s time for you two to retire to the bedroom for the evening, so hop out of the room unless you want sore bottoms.”

Both ladies were reluctant as they looked at Davinia who was still tied to the frame, but they squealed as Patricia landed the crop on their bottoms in order to encourage them to move. The third captive watched as they slowly left the room, making hop after little hop and their captor followed behind, closing the door once all three had exited the room leaving Davinia alone and bound to the frame. Why did they give me a worried look? Do they know something that I don’t?

There were sounds that the girl heard but couldn’t recognise and she knew that she would have to wait to find out what was happening. After about ten minutes, Mistress Heaton entered the room and put down the crop before walking over to the immobile girl.

“Both of the ladies are tied to each other, and the wand is already casting its spell on them. I think that it is time to have more fun with my darling Davinia as your life is literally in my hands.” The woman lifted up her right hand and showed the captive that it held a bulb plug which was attached to a tube, and the left held a nose plug which was deftly placed over the poor lady’s nose, sealing the air passages.

No! That thing cannot be connected to my gag, please it can’t be! Davinia watched with terror as Patricia slowly squeezed the bulb again and again, and the plug inside the captive’s mouth inflated. Please stop Mistress Heaton, I won’t be able to breathe if you continue! With each moment the girl found it harder and harder to breathe through her mouth until there was one final squeeze and her airway was sealed completely. A few seconds later panic had set in and she struggled uncontrollably in her bonds, with her chest heaving as she was desperate for air.

Please Mistress, please let me breathe!

Order An Intruder Part 34

“MMMMM!” Davinia cried as her nipples were pinched, and she awoke to find herself lying on her back under the frame with her legs still bound to the pole, but the cloth covering her nose had been removed. OW! That’s a mean way to wake me up, but how long have I been asleep?

“Time for you to wake up, my sleeping bondage beauty. I have some other fun for you.” Davinia opened her eyes and noticed that Patricia was removing the wax from her body. “If you are wondering about the time, it is past seven o’clock. I thought that after your last experience, it would be good for you to get some rest as an exhausted slave is of no use to anyone.” As the woman continued to remove the material, thoughts were going through Davinia’s mind. What are you going to torment me with now? Are you going to throw me in the pool, or hang me by my arms? After what I have been through, I dread to think how you will take this further, but I have no way to stop you.

“There we are, your front is clean so it’s time to do your back.” Patricia said as she went over to Davinia’s head and put her arms under the captive girl’s shoulders. “It is time for you to stand now, my prisoner.” As Patricia lifted, the helpless lady managed to get her bound feet underneath her and she was soon standing on her own. Then the woman started the slow process of removing the wax that was stuck to the girl’s back.

After a while she could feel the last of the sticky material leaving her skin, and she breathed a sigh of relief through her nose. At least this part is over with, but what do you have in store for me? There was a tug at her back and she realised that her mistress was untying the rope that was attached to the middle of the pole. “Do not offer me any resistance, slave, as you know that you will suffer for it.” Davinia shook her head. No I won’t do anything to cause you any trouble, after the punishment you put me through. Patricia walked over to the side, picked up a sleep mask, walked back to her captive and then placed the mask over her eyes, stealing the sight from the helpless girl.

The rope was pulled off the pole at the back, and it was then taken back between Davinia’s legs, much to her relief as it no longer pressed against her flower. The knot midway between her wrists was undone, she let her hands fall to her sides, and soon the ends of the ropes around her wrists were taken off. This was followed by the cords that were securing her elbows to the pole and her arms were finally free of it.

The relative freedom that I currently posses is going to be very short lived, as this is only going to be a transitory period before another bondage setup. Wait, what are you putting on my hands, are they gloves? She noticed the silky sensation of her hands being covered and each finger was placed in a slip of material suggesting that it was a glove. The top of the glove was carefully slid up each arm until it was above the girl’s elbows, and then her hands were placed together with the palms facing each other.

A moment later, Davinia sighed as there was the familiar touch of a rope being wrapped around her wrists several times, before three cinching loops were taken between her wrists, with a knot placed out of reach of her fingers. After all of the weird ties that I have been placed in recently, a standard wrists and elbows together bondage is going to be welcome. Sure enough, her elbows were pulled close together behind her back and a loop of rope was taken around them, which was then pulled tight causing her elbows to touch. The rope was loped around five more times and then cinched with a knot tied to hold the ends.

Even though this is strict, it seems almost to be a relief. A few seconds later, the rope that secured her left ankle to the lover pole was untied and soon after the right leg was freed from the cord binding it to the bamboo. “I’m guiding you to the couch, my slave, so do not fight, unless you wish to crawl on your knees.” Davinia sensed that there was pressure on her arms, and she slowly turned around in a semicircle. Then there was a light pressure against her elbows, and she took step after careful step forward. Soon, there was a tug back on her arms and she halted, waiting for the next instruction.

“You can sit down slave, and then place yourself so that your bottom is on the edge of the couch.” Davinia cautiously turned around and sat, and she was relieved to find that the couch was there, so she then slowly shuffled forward until only her bottom was being supported and her legs were away from the furniture. Her left foot was lifted up, enveloped in some kind of material, and then a shoe was placed on her foot before it was placed on her floor again. Are you putting stockings on me now? The same process was repeated with her left leg, which was unsurprising to the captive and then the stocking top was moved up her right leg until it reached the top of her thigh, and this was also done with the left leg and then they were smoothed out to remove any wrinkles.

Her legs were then placed together, and Davinia knew what was going to happen next. It seems that a normal leg binding is in order. Rope was wrapped around her ankles and then cinched firmly confirming that her legs were going to be bound thoroughly. Next, her legs just below the knees were secured with another length of rope, with the area just above her knees following a minute later. Then, rope was tightly wound around her legs at the mid-thigh, just below her stocking tops, and it dug into her flesh as the cinching was tied tight. You must really wanted to make sure that this wouldn’t slip, Mistress.

 Her legs were lifted up and some kind of material was placed around her ankles before her feet were put back on the floor. “Stand up slave, but be careful in your high heels.” The captive followed her mistress’s instruction and carefully put herself on her feet. I wonder what is next on the menu, another painful crotch-rope, or maybe a vibrator tied to a pair of nipple clamps. The item was moved up her body and Davinia realised that it must be some kind of clothing. It seemed to cover her body from her breasts down to her bottom, then something was taken between her legs from the front and the back and attached together.

Next, an object was placed around Davinia’s neck, which felt like another piece of clothing, except that it was rigid in nature. A similar item was wrapped around each wrist, but this was above the rope that held her captive, and this was followed by another object that was put on her bottom. What are you doing, Mistress? Are you dressing me up for something? Finally, a hair  band was placed on top of head which went down either side.

There was movement as Patricia brought something large into the living room. “I arranged for this to be brought in when you were asleep, as it will be useful for the next part. Turn your head to the left, and I will remove the mask.” Davinia heard the heavy object as it was moved, so she looked to her left and her sleep mask was lifted from her eyes.

Davinia gasped as in the rectangular full length mirror on castors, there was a beautiful and sexy black-clad Playboy bunny girl in bondage! There were the familiar bunny ears on the top of her head, and around her neck was a collar and bowtie. The white cuffs were around her wrists and there was even the famous bunny tail attached to her bottom! In fact, the only changes were that she was wearing opera gloves, and instead of wearing pantyhose, her legs were clad in fishnet hold-ups, which actually made the ensemble look even more erotic.

She felt very aroused as she took in all of the details. What are you going to do with me, now that I’m your bondage bunny. Patricia put the mirror to one side, and sat down on the couch. “You know what to do now, my sexy slave.” Davinia gave a puzzled look at her captor. I don’t understand, I don’t know what you want me do do? Is this a ploy to punish me again?

“Oh, come on now Davinia, you must know what bunnies always do.” Patricia commented, smiling at the bunny in front of her. Surely, you can’t mean-. But I’m tightly bound and helpless, all I’ll do is fall! If I don’t try though, you’ll probably end up punishing me and force me to make the attempt anyway. he captive bent her legs slightly at the knees and hips, balanced herself as well as she was able to-

And hopped forward.

As Davinia landed, she felt as though she was going to topple over, but she was able to regain her balance just in time. The second hop was a little easier, but it was very scary, as the poor girl wondered how bad it would be should she fail to remain standing. The third felt more comfortable, and it seemed as if she was more confident.

“See, I knew that you could do it, you make a brilliant bouncing bondage bunny.” Patricia said, smiling as Davinia made several more small jumps. “Just keep going until I say stop.” The captive groaned inside her gag at this. How long do I have to keep this up for? I could collapse from cramp if my muscles tense up. The girl continued to hop around the room, worried that each time she did so, that she would fail to stay up and fall on the floor.

It had been a minute or so, and Davinia discovered that it was a little more difficult than before, and so she looked at Patricia and pleaded with her eyes. “Carry on.” was the stern answer from her Mistress. But Mistress Heaton, my legs are starting to ache, and I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. The girl continued with her hopping, whimpering a little each time as her body was tested.

After a few more minutes, the aches were getting stronger in the captive’s legs and her cries were getting louder. She made little begging noises, but they were ignored by her mistress, who instructed her to continue. I’m going to cramp up before long, and I will be rolling on the floor in agony. At least let me stand still, Mistress. There was another hop, and another, and then Davinia screamed as she felt that she had misjudged the distance and she started to topple over with no chance of recovery...

Quick as a flash, Patricia leapt out of her seat and managed to catch the falling captive. “You didn’t think that I was actually going to let you fall, I just wanted to test your limits.”  Davinia sighed with relief as she was held steady in her captor’s arms. I actually thought that I was going to fall over, and I would have no chance of protecting myself with my arms bound like this. At least you were able to save me.

“I think that you need to stand up for the moment, but I’m not going to make it easy for you. I’ll hold you steady, but you have to hop under the frame.” Patricia said as she took hold of Davinia’s arms. The girl took her hops slowly, not wanting to pull her arms away from her mistress’s hands, and she moved slowly towards the bondage frame. Finally she was under the frame and Patricia picked up a long coil of rope.

“Turn to face the vertical column to your left slave.” Davinia did so and the woman tied one end of the rope to the helpless girl’s wrists, and looped it around the pulley hook that was still attached to the frame. Then the rope was pulled, and the girl found herself forced to bend over as the rope hoisted her hands into the air. Soon, Davinia’s body was parallel to the ground, and her hands were high above her back as she was forced into a strict strappado position.

This is really stretching my arms and body, but at least it isn’t as bad as the hopping. well, at least not for the moment anyway. Davinia bit into the ball of her panel gag as each slight movement put more strain on her arms and shoulders, and she watched as Patricia pulled the mirror over so that she was treated to a view of her ‘experience’ under the frame.

“You look really wonderful like that, my captive. In fact, it’s giving me a wonderful idea for an extra bit of fun. By the way, there are three costumes and apparently Eve and your Serena are wearing them upstairs in their little game. After all, it was Eve’s idea that we get them. Personally, I think that it’s time that Eve and Serena join in our fun downstairs. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” Patricia said as she picked up a bag and left the room.

Don’t go anywhere, as if I could with my hands bound like this. Even moving a little is extremely uncomfortable, and I daren’t try to move my feet as I’ll probably pull my arms out of their sockets. I just have to remain still, as you are not here to rescue me should I fall. Davinia whimpered a little as she accidently shifted her body and the strained arms were pulled hard.

Then she heard something which made her jump and then cry out as a result, as her movement tormented her body. “Hi Pat, why are you- HEY! STOP! That is completely out of –ULP! MMM! MMM!” Davinia grew wide at the sound that she was hearing which now consisted of a few more angry screams and then quiet. What the hell is going on up there? What are you doing to them, Mistress Heaton? However, the girl knew that in her situation, there was nothing to do but wait...

After a while, the door opened, and Serena hopped into the room. Apart from the fact that her outfit was in blue, it was an exact duplicate of Davinia’s. OMG! You actually have been a Playboy bunny as well! The new captive made squealing sounds as she was also bound with a panel gag. If it’s anything like mine then you must have a ball inside your mouth. Her bonds were the same as Davinia’s except for rope crossing her waist and her chest. Mistress Heaton must have really wanted to ensure that you were securely bound.

Then Patricia walked into the room behind Serena. “Hop over to behind your friend, as I need to secure you there.” Serena hopped toward the frame with a worried look in her eyes, and then took up a standing position behind Davinia. The woman then angled the mirror so that the girl in the strappado tie could clearly see her friend.

How are you going to tie Serena to the frame, Mistress Heaton? Davinia watched as Patricia first manoeuvred Serena so that she almost pushed against the other girl, and then the ends of ropes were tied to the back of Serena at her ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, and elbows. These ropes were each in turn taken horizontally to holes in the vertical column behind Serena, pulled tight and then tied off, limiting the helpless girl’s movement away from the column.

Patricia picked up three coils of long rope and tied the end of one to the front of Serena’s thigh rope, and the second and third to the front of her chest rope. Why have you put all of these ropes on poor Serena? As soon as the ends were secured, Patricia picked up the riding crop and headed for the living room door. “Have fun, I’ll be back in a minute or so.” Davinia looked puzzled. Why do you need the riding crop?

Her question was answered a second of so later, when she heard a protesting sound, and a moment later heard the sound of the crop hitting flesh, followed by a muffled cry. Then the door opened to reveal a red-clad bound and gagged Playboy bunny who was Eva Green! OMG! Mistress Heaton has taken you captive as well!

“If you don’t want your bottom to end up raw, Eve, hop over there and stand in front of Davinia.” Patricia commanded. Eva stayed still and then screamed as the crop struck her bottom again, then she reluctantly hopped forward and made her way to Davinia’s front. Then Patricia positioned Eva so that she was inches away from Davinia and tied the helpless bunny to the frame in the same way that she had bound Serena.

The woman stepped back with an evil smile on her face. “That’s phase one completed, now for phase two.” At this point, Eva struggled wildly and her face had a look of terror and she begged and pleaded.

OMG! Eva, what’s got you so petrified!

Order An Intruder Part 33

The captive stared at her captor as she slowly turned the box over in her hands. “We do have lighters, but they feel so impersonal. I feel that lighting the candles in this way is so much better as you have to manipulate the box and the match your own fingers.” The woman pulled the drawer open on the box and removed a single long match. “Then there is the act of actually lighting the match. With most lighters, you just press a button, but this takes skill to set the end on fire.”

Patricia knelt in front of her captive and placed the match against the rough surface, while Davinia’s eyes seemed as if they were transfixed on the small piece of wood with the red bulbous tip at one end. “Once it is lit, you have to be carefully not to move incorrectly so as make sure that the flame isn’t extinguished.” The girl shuddered as she comprehended was her captor was doing. You’re dragging this out and adding to my torment!

She shrieked through her gag as the woman quickly dragged the end of the match over the rough surface and there was the familiar sound as the head burst into flame. “Next we have the task of quickly lighting the candles, as there is a limited time.” The candle was swiftly placed under the wick of the candle ‘above’ Davinia’s left breast, and a moment later there was a small yellow flame emanating from the top of the candle. Patricia took the still burning match and applied it to the second candle, which caught fire just like the first. Each time, the helpless girl could feel the heat of the match on her bare skin.

The woman waved the match quickly through the air which extinguished it. “There we are, two candles for one match. I’m not going to light the others just yet, as the fun is just beginning.” She picked up a folded piece of white cotton cloth and unfolded it so that it covered the area underneath the hanging girl. “I don’t think that having candle wax hit the carpet is a good idea, so I’m protecting it. Don’t you think I’m considerate?”

Considerate? You have lit two candles that are very soon going to drip hot wax on my body, and you try to pretend that you’re considerate? Davinia’s entire focus was on the candle above her left dress, as it was welling up with the liquid wax. It will only have a very short distance to fall, so I am going to suffer horrendously. It almost felt like self-torture as she stared, transfixed by the expanding drop on the right side of the candle.

“NNNNNNGGG!” The captive watched the drop land onto the mound of her left breast before throwing her head back and crying out from the pain. The tiny globule of wax cooled quickly though, and the pain was replaced by a feeling of relief, which caused her to sigh. This moment of relaxation was short-lived, as a drop detached itself from the candle on her right side, and splashed against her unprotected skin causing the upside girl to again cry out.

“This is music to my ears, hearing the sounds that you make.” Patricia said, giving her captive a malevolent smile. The girl could only shout and grimace as another sphere of molten wax landed on her left breast. It may be music to your ears, but to me it’s just more suffering. OW! The drops were landing regularly, one after the other, and they struck against her defenceless body. My only chance is for the wax to build up and provide insulation for my mounds.

Davinia’s cries became more subdued over the next few minutes, as a tiny mound of wax built up at the impact point. That’s good, I can hardly feel anything with my new barrier. It’s the one good thing, with the wax being self-defeating. Wait, please Mistress, Don’t!

Patricia noticed that her helpless girl was quiet, so she reached down and quickly brushed the cooled wax off the captive’s body. “You don’t think that I would let you get away with that, so now you can experience this fun as a brand new sensation.” Davinia cried out louder than before as fresh hot wax landed on the clear area which was already sensitive from the initial impacts. This is worse than at the start! The areas have already been affected once, and the pain is even stronger. OW! She struggled slightly, which only made things worse as extra droplets fell off into areas which hadn’t been touched yet.

Even trying to get out of this just adds to my torment. My best chance at the moment is to remain perfectly still, and I hope Mistress Heaton doesn’t work it out and do something to make me suffer even more. Davinia tried to grit her teeth, but this only resulted in pressing the chopsticks harder onto her tongue. This gag doesn’t even allow me to bite down when it hurts. She continued to cry out at each little drop that landed on her, and every so often her mistress cleared the area so that the raw skin was tormented further.

Then the captive looked on in shock as the woman took hold of the candles and shook them, causing even more hot wax to land on various locations on the bottom of the girl’s breasts, and she felt as if the pain was even worse. “See how stimulating I can make it for you, my hanging harlot?” The helpless lady moaned in her suffering as the bottom of her breasts ended up ‘polka dotted’. I don’t need any stimulating, even hanging upside down is bad enough without having the addition of your candles.

For the next five minutes, the woman would occasionally clear off the wax and shake the candles, promoting the feeling of more pain in the body of her captive. Then Davinia begged through her gag as Patricia picked up the box of matches for the second time. This is bad enough Mistress, if you light the other two candles it will make my present torment seem as if it was paradise! She looked on as the woman very slowly opened the box and carefully took out a match. It seemed almost as if she was taking her time as she moved close to the suspended girl and then went behind her.

Davinia twitched suddenly when she heard the sound of a match being struck, which dislodged tiny droplets of molten wax to fall from the candle which splashed upon her very sensitive skin. “NNNGNN!” she cried as pain flared at the impact points.

“That’s one down.” Patricia said as she walked around to the girl’s front, drawing a second match from the box. “I have the second candle to light up, and this is the one that will give you the most fun.” The girl flinched as the match was struck in front of her face and the flame gave the impressions that it held the tortures of Tartarus. Her eyes followed the burning stick of wood as it was taken up to the head of the candle that was lodged in her valley, and a few seconds later the wick flared, indicating that worse was to came.

Davinia flinched and cried out as the first drop of hot wax fell onto her bottom cheeks and she struggled, which caused further wax to be displaced and so add to the torment. Very soon, I am going to feel the worst pain, and then I may be unable to stop moving. She could just see the small amount of wax building at the tip of the candle that was in her most intimate regions. No! Please stop it Mistress! Take that one out of me!

“ARMMMMM!” screamed the girl as the first drop fell from the candle and landed right in the middle of her Mound of Venus, and she struggled like crazy, but this drew the predictable result of self-torment. You have positioned it perfectly, as it’s my most delicate spot! Another drop fell onto her bottom, which was accompanied by another splash of wax on her mound, and Davinia struggled involuntarily at each new infliction of pain.

“I don’t think that I have ever seen anyone struggle as wonderfully as you, my screaming slave. If it wasn’t for other things that I have planned, I would leave you hanging here all night long, and just feast on your cries.” Patricia said, smiling with that oh-so-evil smile of hers. Then she went over and thrust the two candles in and out of Davinia’s most intimate areas, splashing more wax and reminding the girl that even in this situation, her desire and lust were as strong as ever. The girl moaned from a mixture of pleasure and pain at this point, and Patricia commented. “Even with wax falling on your most delicate areas, all you want is your climax. You really are a slut of a slave.”

Davinia actually blushed at this comment. I’m being tormented by my mistress, yet I’m still highly aroused. How masochistic am I? Then something happened which surprised her. It was the sound of someone blowing, as if to put out a candle. Her mistress then knelt down and blew out the two breast candles. “It would be best if I blow these out as I have something even more special planned.” The woman walked over to where the ropes were kept and she selected a long rope, before walking back to the captive and threading it through the latch hook on the pulley.

What are you doing now, Mistress? Have you had enough of tormenting me? The captive was even more puzzled as she felt her mistress doing something behind her back with the rope, so she tried to turn her head in an attempt to see what was happening.

“Just in case you were wondering Davinia, I am tying one end of the rope to the pole that holds your elbows back. You’ll find out why in a minute.” A few moments later Patricia stopped the tying and the girl was wondering what would happen next, when the woman pulled on the other end of the rope and the girl’s legs bent at the knees as her body was hoisted back and up.

The girl cried out with surprise as this happened, and with every pull, her knees bent and her body was moved closer to a face down position. Finally, her body was face down and parallel to the ground, with her knees strained at an awkward angle, when Patricia tied off the other end of the rope to the pole. Then the woman reached into a bag and took out a leather panel gag with a large rubber ball, and a scarf. The scarf must be for blindfolding me, but at least the gag will be better than my present one.

“Open wide, slave.” Patricia ordered, with the captive duly complying by parting her lower and upper jaws as much as possible. The woman parted the chopsticks and eased them off the girl’s tortured tongue. Then the ball of the gag was placed into the mouth and Patricia said “Bite down on the ball.” Davinia did this and the gag was swiftly buckled tightly behind the back of her neck. I can relax with my jaws now, and take a breath through my mouth. She relaxed her jaws but her lips stayed where they were, making a complete seal with the gag!

She suddenly panicked and struggled as she discovered just how effective the gag was. “It’s no use as that gag is designed to mould against your features, and the surface layer acts like a friction glue. It can be lifted off, but cannot slide your lips from under it.” OMG! I’m completely gagged! I can only scream through my nose! The captive watched as the scarf was folded into a long thin strip and then close her eyes as Patricia approached her, but she was taken by surprise as the strip was placed over her nose and tied down, which then only allowed her limited breathing!

“Breath slowly and deeply slave, as you will not be able to take fast breaths. This is good, as you will not be able to scream the house down during the next part of our fun.” Scream the house down? What do you have planned for me! The girl struggled even more than before as Patricia took out a very wide red candle with three wicks protruding out of the tops. NOO! “Oh, this is good. I find that these models provide an almost constant stream of wax, which is so wonderful for tormenting helpless victims.”

The large candle was placed on the floor, directly under the girl’s and she looked on in despair as the woman took out another match, lit it and watched as the flame seemed to almost dance from wick to wick as it set them aflame. Then the captor took hold of the bottom of the candle and lifted it to a point above were the furiously struggling girl could see it. This is wrong, you can’t put that over my body! Please No! She tried to cry out, but forcing air through her nose at speed was impossible so only subdued sounds were made.

Then Davinia tried to scream as the spheres of hot wax splashed onto her left shoulder blade, but she only succeeded in making a mild grunt. Her chest heaved as she attempted to force air past her vocal cords so that she could make a sound. ARRRGH! I’m even denied the release of screaming! This is horrible! She looked to her left and she could she droplets landing on her collarbone. You can’t plan to cover me in this, Mistress! There were even dribbles of wax that looked as if they were about to fall off. Then the pain hit her on the right shoulder. “That looks so pretty on you, it’s like a sculpture of pain.” She tried to twist and pull against the bindings but it proved to be useless, and it did nothing to prevent the continuing torment from the candle.

The captive gave out nearly constant muffled sounds as Patricia steady took the candle down her upper left arm, leaving a trail of red wax and sore skin. Then the right arm followed, with the woman making sure that as much of the arm as possible ended up being covered. Then Davinia’s body jerked as she felt the heat and pain in the small of her back, and the demands of her body as she struggled made her dizzy from lack of oxygen.

“There is a really wonderful area next to play with, my pretty.” Patricia said maliciously.  Please no, NOT MY BOTTOM! Davinia screamed inside as the first droplets landed on the top of her right cheek, and she knew that there was to be no mercy from her tormentor. Then this was followed by her left cheek. The only thing that isn’t making this worse is that you aren’t removing the wax that has already dropped on me. At least the most sensitive parts of my bottom are protected by the way they are shaped. Wait, NO!

Patricia took hold of Davinia’s right bottom cheek, placed her fingers close to the gap between the cheeks, and pulled the left one back, revealing sensitive, untouched skin. No, no no! The girl shook her head wildly as she knew all too well what was going to happen to her. She grunted louder than usual from the pain as the material touched the most delicate part of her bottom, and her struggles almost caused her to faint. A few minutes later, this indignity was inflicted on the right cheek and it too was manipulated so that Patricia could torment her captive.

Then the torture by wax stopped, and Patricia took hold of the rope which held the poor girl up, untying the end and allowing her back into a horizontal position. Davinia stopped her struggling, and rested there for a moment. I just hope that you have finished with me for the moment, Mistress. She watched as the woman put down the candle and pick up a short length of rope, one end of which she tied to the left part of the pole that restrained the girl’s arms. What are you doing? Then the long piece of rope was looped several times along the right part of the pole, before being taken to the girl’s front. The other end of the short rope was tied to the long rope where it went to the middle, Patricia took hold of the other end, and inch by inch, Davinia’s body was hoisted into the air so that this time her front would be on top.

NO! My most sensitive areas will be available for you to torment! The captive ‘screamed’ and struggled as her body was taken back to a horizontal position. “This is going to be even more fun than before, as you will be able to see every drop.” Patricia told her captive. “But first, I need to remind you of something.” She walked around to be behind the submissive and manipulated the candles that were stuck inside her, driving the poor girl to the edge of bliss, as she writhed from the pleasure. “See, you still want this. I am going to provide this for you, but you are going to be tormented first.” She picked up the candle, and Davinia arched her back as a small circle of wax was dripped around her right nipple, which was followed by the same happening to the left. She struggled, and her abdomen trembled as droplets landed on her navel, and the area around it was splashed with wax. The pain and pleasure of the situation was starting to become confused in the girl’s mind after the time that the candles were used to pleasure her.

Drops were landed on her nipples as she struggled again as her back arched. Then Patricia held the candle in her right hand, while pushing and twisting the candle that was in Davinia’s flower. As this went on drops of red wax rained down onto the girl’s mound, which only added to the sensations which were being generated, and her nearly fainted state caused by lack of breath had taken her right to the edge.

Please, yes, YESSSS! Davinia was aware of nothing else as all of her perceptions were overwhelmed by the continuing ecstasy that coursed through her...

Order An Intruder Part 32

“If you wanted to struggle, then you should accept the consequences of your actions.” Patricia said as she brought the crop onto the thigh of her captive’s right leg. After she cried out, Davinia begged and pleaded through her gagged mouth for mercy from her assailant. “Sure by now you must know that your whining will not work on me. Actions like that will just secure you an even worse blow.”

A worse blow? How can you make it any worse than it is already? ARRRGH! Davinia thought that she was going to bite her tongue in half as the end of the crop landed on her mound. “Are you going to beg again?” Patricia asked raising the crop for another blow. The girl shook her head hurriedly. Please don’t! That hurt worse than any other blow. “So I can carry on punishing you then?” The woman asked of her captive, who after a moment’s hesitation, nodded her head.  You have even forced me to agree to my own punishment, Mistress, as disagreeing will allow you to make me suffer even more.

“EEEEPH!” was the sound that was emitted from the girl’s lips and the crop struck hard against her left thigh. At this rate, I’m going to have marks everywhere tomorrow and I hope that I will be able to hide them from my father, otherwise I could be in big trouble. She grimaced and bit on her tongue again as she received a blow on the sole of her right foot. I’m just glad that my breasts are not able to be hit, as the way I’m bound at the moment protects them. Then  the sole of Davinia’s left foot was the target of the next caning from her mistress.

I don’t know how long I’m going to take this punishment. Soon, Mistress Heaton will know how much she has punished me, when I start crying. The captive was already sniffling after her bottom was hit again, leaving a red line across her cheeks.

“So, you are not as tough as you think then. I’ll put aside the crop for now, and return to your punishments when you have had a chance to recover. I don’t want to push you too far, as you bursting into tears will bring this to an end.” She walked over to the side, and placed the crop there before returning to the trussed up girl. Davinia screamed as Patricia pushed her forward, with her body putting pressure on her bottom cheeks which made the pain fiercer.

I cannot get any relief as my bonds are immobilising me, so shifting my position is impossible. Patricia smiled at the frustration of your captive. “It’s quite uncomfortable, once you are placed back into the sitting position, my bad girl.” Uncomfortable is hardly the word. It’s like adding salt to a wound, it makes what I’m experiencing far worse.

“You’ll know better than to defy me next time, my rebellious slave. Consider yourself lucky that your breasts are inaccessible to me for the moment, otherwise they would also have been included in your punishment.” I’m sure that my breasts will end up hurting soon enough. Patricia picked up a book before sitting down on the couch and reading it. Hopefully you will forget about me for a while, Mistress. The girl closed her eyes and tried to rest in her position.

“MMMMGGGMM!” Davinia cried as she was pushed over onto her back again.

“You’ve had enough of a rest girl, now it’s time for your punishment to continue.” Patricia moved the immobile captive closer to the couch, until her bottom was about two feet away. What have you got in store for me now, Mistress? Is moving me closer to the couch a prelude for a worse punishment? The woman went over to the side, picked up the instrument of punishment, and then stood just in front of the captive on her right side. “I would ask you if you were ready, but if I did that, you would just shake your head.” The girl tried to steel herself for the ordeal to come.

“MMMMMPH!” Davinia screamed as the first blow hit her bottom. That feels worse than before, but it is probably because of the lingering effects of the first blows. OWW! A second strike of her crop also landed on her cheeks, which was followed by another cry from the captive. A third hit landed on the girl’s upper right thigh, which was accompanied by the next one impacting on the left thigh.

She screamed again as her right thigh was hit for a second time, then the left. Finally, her posterior felt two more blows from the crop before her mistress put it back on the side and picked up a sleep mask. Are you going to torment me when I cannot see, Mistress? “I’m just going to have a little fun with you, and I will like it better if you cannot see.” Davinia’s sense of sight was taken from her and the sleep mask was put over her eyes.

I cannot know what you have planned, Mistress, and there is no chance of being able to prepare myself. There was a sound of someone sitting on the couch in front of her, and she tried to take her mind off what was to come.

“MMMM!” Suddenly she felt the heel from Patricia’s boot press hard into her mound, and the girl squealed. The heel pressed harder, and she experienced the pain as the tip pushed into her skin. Then the pressure was lessened and the tip started to gently caress up and down her mound, which replaced the pain with please. Davinia moaned a little as the feeling took her mind off the punishment that she had received.

The caressing went on for several minutes, and Davinia’s flame of desire began to grow in her intimacy. You are probably just teasing me, Mistress, but I cannot resist the pleasure that you are giving to me. Her moan grew louder as the heel slowly moved down to her flower, and as it traced a path along the top of her petals, her muscles strained against her bonds as her body attempted to writhe from the increasing arousal in her belly. I am being taken closer to ecstasy again, but as you have been punishing me, I doubt that this is your intention.

The tip of the heel pressed itself against the stem of her flower, causing the helpless girl to cry out with delight, as the feeling shot through her. “So you like that, my sweet.” Patricia said as she pressed again on her captive’s most intimate area. Davinia nodded and moaned as she enjoyed the touch of her mistress’s boot. The caresses and presses continued until the trussed girl was close to her peak...

Then the actions stopped and Davinia protested as she was left frustrated from her denied orgasm. I knew that you were going to leave me like this, and I have no means of providing my own release.  She heard Patricia chuckle before the woman said “Don’t worry, your will get your orgasm, but I need to release those ankles of yours from your neck. They must be putting a lot of load on there.” The girl felt the untying of the knot at her ankles, and then the rope was unwound from her legs and feet, which allowed her to stretch out.

That’s better, I can lower my legs and relive the pressure on my body for a moment. Davinia let her legs fall forward and enjoyed the comfort that had been denied her by having her ankles bound to her neck. After a few minutes though, the girl heard more movement and she felt something brush against her left leg. What are you up to now, Mistress? Are you planning to tie my ankles to something else. A minute later, the girl cried out in shock as her ankles were lifted up and pressed closer to her chest. You must be planning on tying my legs to my neck again.

Then Davinia screamed in pain as it felt as if a vice had clamped down on her right nipple! She emitted another scream as her left nipple radiated pain from a similar action. Oh no! You must have put nipple clamps on me! She cried out again as the chain connecting the two clamps was pulled.

“It is time for me to show you what I have done. It will make the next part of your punishment far more interesting.” Davinia’s sleep mask was removed and her countenance carried a look of horror as she saw what her mistress had done! Not only was there a clover clamp attached to each nipple with a chain connecting them, but there was also a piece of string tied with one end to the middle of the chain, and the other end was tied to the captive’s ankles which were currently held by Patricia’s left hand!

“Just think slave, all I have to do is release your ankles and you will suffer even more pain. Shall I let go of you?” Davinia whined and shook her head, even at the same time knowing that these gestures were futile and that Patricia was only teasing her with the possibility of relenting. “I’ll just stop holding your legs anyway.” Patricia said as she pulled her hand away which was quickly followed by another loud scream from the tormented captive.

“Your cries are so erotic my cute captive, and you arouse me so much. I am going to make sure that I hear more from you.” The merciless mistress walked over to the side and picked up the crop again, with the girl lying on the floor, helpless and scared. You can’t whip me like this, Mistress! Not only will my thighs and bottom suffer, but each time you strike me, my legs will jerk and my nipples will be pulled even more! The helpless captive struggled slightly and then cried out at her act of self torment. As her mistress returned with the crop and took up her station, Davinia knew that any begging would be pointless, so she tried to get herself ready for her punishment.

The pain in the captive’s breasts mirrored that on her bottom when Patricia struck her there with the crop, and she let out a loud yelp. The next blow was also on her bottom and she was terrified that she would pull her own nipples from her body. The next two whips were on her right thigh, and even though they were softer, this did nothing to negate the double suffering that the captive experienced. “A young lady, auto-tormented by her own bondage. It is so enjoyable to play with you like this, and I find it such a pity that I will have to call an end to this fun tonight.” Two strikes impacted on Davinia’s left thigh and each jerk of her legs stretched her breasts out.

The girl could hardly think straight as each blow robbed her of anything but feeling of pain. Again and again her thighs and bottom were whipped by the crop, and she felt as if she was going to spend forever like this. Her whimpers and cries were interrupted by begging and pleading as she was so desperate for the punishment to stop.

Finally, the blows halted, but Davinia suffered constantly as she was no longer able to provide the strength to pull her legs and she felt as if her chest was pulled to its limit. Please Mistress, please remove theses clamps! Patricia quickly put the crop down on the floor and released the clamps tormenting the captive’s nipples. There was loud scream as the removing of the clamps added to the pain as the blood pushed its way back into the crushed area.

“I think that those poor peaks of yours have had enough punishment for one day, and if I was to continue I could end up permanently hurting you.” Patricia said as she untied the string from Davinia’s ankles. That may be so Mistress, but I’m sure that you will find a different way to cause me pain. The rope around her ankles was also removed and her legs were straightened out by her captor. “It’s time for you to stand up, my sweet.” Patricia said as she went behind her captor and put her hands under the girl’s arms. After what has happened to me, I dread to think of the consequences should I resist again. I’ll just have to obey you from now on.

The captive was helped up into a standing position, looking at the couch and Patricia said “Place your feet so that they about three feet apart.” The captive did as she was instructed and slowly shuffled her feet apart until they were at the required distance. With my legs spread out like this, it is easy to guess what you are going to do next. Her suspicions were confirmed as the roughness of a bamboo tube pressed against the back of her left ankle, and jute rope was used to securely lash her ankle to the pole. Her right ankle then tied to the pole with a crosswise pattern left on the front of her leg.

 Patricia picked up the sleep mask and put it over the girl’s eyes. “I want to keep the next part to be a surprise, don’t go anywhere while I’m setting your entertainment up.” I’m blindfolded and bound, so I’m not going anywhere except maybe towards the ground if I try to move. There was the sound of movement behind her, and she wondered if the Bondage Frame was being put back into position. I wouldn’t be surprised as you liked using that to torment me yesterday. There was more sound behind her and it sounded like metal on metal. You must be attaching something to the frame, I would guess.

The sounds stopped, and she felt Patricia take hold of her body around the waist and support her. “I am going to turn you around so that you can see what I have set up.” For a moment, the girl was pulled up so that her feet were off the ground, and she was rotated about one hundred and eighty degrees so that she was facing in the opposite direction. After she was lowered, and her feet put back on the ground, the mask was lifted up a little. That is unusual, you normally remove the mask altogether. What is you plan for that?

Davinia opened her eyes and saw the frame set up in the middle of the floor, with one of the four wheel pulleys attached to it, and hanging about three foot off the ground. There were two sets of ropes that had one end tied to the lower hook, and the other ends were presently hanging free.You are going to lift me off the ground again, I knew it. There was a gentle push to the small of her back, and her captor said “Walk forward until you are directly under the frame, slut.”

I will do as you ask Mistress Heaton, but It will take me a little time, as I will only b able to make very small steps with my ankles bound like this. Davinia lifted her right foot, moved it a few inches forward, and then put it down again. She repeated this with her left foot, and slowly moved towards the frame. As the girl stepped closer, Patricia walked over to the frame and attached the hook to one of the side holes so that the rope would not interfere with her captive’s progress.

Davinia was soon under the frame and her mistress supported her body under the armpits. “You are going to lie down on the floor, and then I will tie the pulley to the pole.” The bound woman relaxed her legs and she was lowered to the floor and then made to lie down on her back. Patricia unhooked the pulley from the side so that it hung free, took hold of the pole that spread her captive’s legs apart and then lifted her feet into the air. She then took the free end of one of the ropes hanging from the hook and tied it to the girl’s right ankle rope, and bound the other rope to her left ankle.

Patricia then took hold of the long rope from the pulley and pulled slowly and steady on it. Soon, Davinia’s bottom was off the ground, followed by her back and her head steadily moved to under the frame. Eventually the girl left the ground completely and the room now seemed upside down to her. This makes me a little disoriented, but I am okay with it. It’s a very lenient punishment, so I could might me able to relax. The women knelt and quickly replaced the sleep mask over the girl’s eyes. I can’t think that you want me to rest, you just don’t want me to see what you are going to do next.

Davinia’s left hand was wrapped around a cylindrical object that was wide and long and tape was then used to bind her hands to the object. Another item was placed in her left hand and it was fixed into place with tape as well. What are you sticking to me?! Whatever they are, I have no way of removing the things from my hand.

“Surprise!” Patricia said as she removed the sleep mask from the girl’s face. Davinia screamed as she saw what the objects were!

Candles! You have taped red two inch wide candles into my hands and the heads are facing down! When you light them the wax will drip straight onto the mounds of my breasts! The girl struggled against her bonds and protested. “Oh, I haven’t finished with you yet, my dear.” The woman picked up two more red candles and stood up. “I have theses to add to you and they do not need tape.” Do not need tape- NO! You can’t put these candles in there, that’s monstrous! Please Mistress NO!

The woman used her left hand to part the petals on Davinia’s flower, and gently inserted the base of the candle into it. “You will look so pretty in a few minutes.” The whimpering captive shook her head again. Oh God no! When you light that, the wax will drip onto my most sensitive areas! Then Davinia watched in horror as her Mistress walked behind her with the second candle. You can’t mean to put it in me as well!

Davinia was shocked to the core as her cheeks were pulled apart and she felt the intense experience of her bottom being violated by the second candle. She blushed in shame as it was pushed and twisted into her. I thought that you’d never do this to me. The woman unfolded a large piece of thick cloth and put it under the frame. “We don’t want any wax hitting the carpet, so I’m taking precautions.”

Patricia stepped back and looked at her captive. “You look absolutely erotic as a captive candelabra. Now, all I have to do is light you up.” Davinia screamed as the woman picked up a box of matches...