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“I want you to stay calm, and focus on what you feel, pet. That’s all you have to do. You don’t have to jump through my hoops tonight. Just feel. Enjoy it. Everything will be well within your limits. I promise you that.”
He reached into his other front pocket and took out a blindfold. She balked a little when she saw it but didn’t drop the ball. “It’s okay. This is just to help you focus on what you’re feeling. You have the ball. That’s your safe gesture. That’s your control, Abby. If you need it, use it.” He slid the ends of the black silk strip behind her head and tied them securely. She started to breathe erratically.
He ran his hands over her shoulders, breasts, and belly. “Easy now. Breathe. Just relax.” He massaged her a little more until she calmed down. Then he went to the open drawer and took out an ostrich feather. He returned to her and swept the tip across her tummy. She jumped a little.
“Everything’s fine, pet. Just a little sensation play. That’s all.” He brushed the feather over her nipples and they blushed a dark red. He ran the feather down one thigh and up the other. She whimpered slightly. “My pet likes that,” he declared. He continue up her sensitive underarms and back down. He even wiggled it at the end of her nose and she growled at him from behind the gag. He grinned. Sassy pet.
He set the feather down and picked up a fur glove, slipping his right hand inside. He encircled her waist with his left arm and then ran the soft fur over one breast, then the other. Abby moaned.
“Not everything has to hurt or be scary, pet,” he told her as he ran the glove over her stomach. He moved it over her hip to her ass and took a nipple in his mouth at the same time. She arched into him. He sucked the other nipple into a hard point as well and returned to the dresser. Abby was panting, but not terribly.
He poured oil onto his palms to warm it and rubbed it all over her breasts, pinching and rolling the now stiff peaks. Abby made the most cock-hardening noises and tried to push her chest into his hands.
“Easy, pet,” he cautioned. “I can tell how much you love to be touched, but we’ve got one more lesson to learn.”
He let her squirm a little in the cuffs as he watched her. God, she was fun when she stopped letting that head of hers rule her. He took out a thick black candle and lit the wick, setting the lighter down on the top of the dresser. It was a low temperature candle, made specifically for waxplay. She’d responded well to nipple stimulation as well as clitoral and he was interested in testing her threshold for erotic pain.
He brushed his free hand over her hip to let her know he’d returned to her and watched her immediately calm to his touch. She didn’t like being left alone. He could only imagine the things her vivid imagination came up with when left to her own devices. “Not everything has to hurt, pet,” he reminded her.
He brought the candle up and poured the pooling wax on his own arm, testing the height. Closer to the skin meant the drops were hotter when they landed. Farther away gave them a chance to cool off a little more before impact. He adjusted to just a little bit more than warm, but not particularly hot, and lifted it over her breast. He tilted it slowly.
Abby jerked back as the wax splattered over her left nipple. “Not everything has to hurt pet, but sometimes it does hurt, and we like it.” He pressed his free hand to her stomach, holding her firmly against the wall and poured another few drops on the other nipple. He immediately checked her hand, but she hadn’t dropped the ball. In fact, she was gripping it so tightly her knuckles were turning white.
He slid the hand that was bracing her against the wall down and ran his fingers between her thighs. She was slicked and warm. He ran his fingers through her dampened curls. Soon she’d forgotten the wax and was humping his hand. He slipped a finger into her cunt and poured more wax over her breast.
She twisted a little, but came back to his hand, desperate for more stimulation there. He inserted another finger. She groaned loudly and wiggled her hips. He pressed his thumb to her swollen clit and rubbed it while dropping more wax. She didn’t move away this time.
“Good girl, pet. Just feel.”
He continued to fingerfuck her and drop the wax, inching closer to her tits each time, increasing the heat. When she finally bowed her back trying to get away from the drops, he backed off. As long as he kept her aroused, she had a very nice threshold. The wax would leave her skin pink and tingly, but wouldn’t burn or even hurt after a few hours.
