The ATV buzzed along slowly pulling the trailer behind it in the afternoon heat. It was 98 degrees and sunny not much humidity today. The middle-aged man piloting the rig thanked the heavens for that. He slowed for the rough spots in the trail and rounding the last corner spotted the House in the distance between the shrubs. Finally reaching the out-building and putting the rig away, he spent some time, removing his cargo of honey and combs, storing his protective clothing and netted head gear, then checked on his latest creation before entering the farm house.
Joan was in the shower recently, the house smelled of her shampoos and soaps. He shrugged. Long showers were the norm for her, but she emerged clean and fresh afterwards. That was a great reward, for his anticipated cold shower in 5 minutes. He was toweling himself dry when she came to the bathroom door.
"Good! We are both clean". She said.
"Yes", he replied, "Are you ready for this evenings fun ?" He asked.
She smiled and showed off her body to prove she had done as he asked and removed all her body hair. "Yes when do we begin".
"How about right now?" He smiled.
Joan was short and thick bodied, toned with a flat stomach, firm legs and backside. Her too short black hair, recently colored accented her heavy breasts.
"So you are ready to pay-up for that ridiculous short hair style?" He declared.
It was a source of contention between them, he had allowed her a visit to town and she came back looking like a recent conscript to boot camp. At which point he declared some sterner measures were in order. She really didn't mind, after all she enjoyed it when he measured out his discipline on her, it was her love of captivity and kinky sex that she enjoyed at his hands. The orgasms went far beyond her dreams.
"Hands out in front". He demanded.
She hesitated just for an instant, more a tease then a genuine fear. He snapped the cushioned cuffs in place and then bent down to wrap her ankles in similar cuffs. The cuffed wrists were fasten together, a blindfold placed over her eyes. The 18 inch spreader bar hobbled her legs nicely and spread her at her ass. He took his time, examining her and touching her up while she was blind and helpless. He noted a bit more hair to be removed from her backside. 'Well that would come later' he thought.
He paused just a bit to look over her pussy and ass, it was always amazing to him how her milky white skin, blended into the dark coloration around her asshole and the dark skin of her pussy lips, which he had great plans for this evening. "Right, lets start by walking you out to your surprise" he said.
She twitched at her knees and reflexively tried to draw her trapped legs together.
'Another tease, perhaps', he thought.
The short distance to the out building and his creation meant a short walk in the sun on their secluded property. Nothing to fear in that, she squealed at the warm breeze blowing across her newly shorn skin. Joan stood helpless and blind in a shaft of sunlight streaming thru the open barn door. If she could see and realize her fate, would she have voiced an objection? As it was she stood with a slight smile on her face trusting to his skills.
She sniffed the air, the smell of honeycombs being warmed to release the honey from it was nothing new to her. Even the faint smell of the beeswax burning off when it became a bit too hot didn't alarm her. If she had spied the wooden frame and noticed the attachment points which would leave her bent double, she likely wouldn't have been alarmed. He dragged her forward, "It's time to begin".
The ankles were fastened to the frame first, followed by her being forced to bend at the waist to find her cuffed wrists fastened to their anchors. She was left to wait and get used to this position. Him letting the anticipation and the full reality of her helplessness sink in... Finally he removed her blindfold and allowed her to take it all in.
The first thing she observed were her own wrists, cuffed and fastened to the head of the frame. Looking down and behind her she could see her ankles similarly disabled. She was stretched at the ass, likely presenting a very erotic view to anyone behind her. The frame was low and open between the feet and wrist, her tits hung down freely. Joan craned her neck up and swivelled her head around noting the greyed barn wood walls and the hay on the floor. It was strangley warm, warmer then the night air usually was this time of day. She was taking it all in and distracted when she jumped at his touch at her rear button .
"There's just a bit more housekeeping needs doing!" She heard him say as she felt the stiff blade of a safety razor removing the last of the hairs she couldnt quite manage to reach.
"There .. We are ready now", he said, "You know honey is a wonderful thing, it sweetens foods and prevents diseases. If something is coated in it it remains preserved and fresh for practically forever".
She gasped as he spoke those words, the implication of her predicament, her surroundings and those words confirmed at last his plan for her "punishment".
"Oh No You wouldnt !" She exclaimed.
He laughed at her outburst. "We can't have you moving your mouth around and spoiling the seal" he said. The ball gag was stuffed into her mouth in mid-protest.
Now mute, naked and helpless he proceeded to seal her fate. The first of several sticky layers of honey were applied with a brush, the first layers were almost too warm to stand comfortably. He took his time between layers, letting the honey cool and thicken between applications. But by the 5th layer it was quite thick and to her mounting excitement, her knees were now impossible to move. She could relax from the strain of being bent double and the layers of honey would keep her rigidly in position.
He had painted layers on her face framing her ball gag, Joan felt the layers of honey encroaching on her spread ass. It gripped her skin and she found impossible to clench her asshole or flex her pussy. Strangely it was turning her on.
"Need to do a bit of sculpting and forming now!" he declared.
She would have flinched at the intrusion of his fingers, rounding and expanding her pussy and other orifice if she could. Instead when he was finished, she found herself nearly spent from an orgasm and unable to close up the now gaping openings. He stopped for a few minutes, bringing a mirror to her view. She couldn't turn her head at all and could only stare at the honey, now congealed as long drops from her breasts.
He brought the next paint brush full of captivity, up close to her nose, one sniff and she realised that it wasn't the honey this time but now warmed liquid BeesWax. He could see Joan's eyes go wide with realisation. "Yes I am going to seal you in with wax, just like I would seal the honeycomb up before a sale".
The coats went on, warm then cooling, the next coat slightly cooler as the layers were applied. Finaly satisfied with her immobilization he rested. He came around to her view and Joan could see his massive hard-on. He disappeared from view and she felt him enter her pussy, long slow strokes at first and increasing in rythm as her ragged breaths counted the cadence. Finally she held her breath as a massive wave of uncontrollable delight overtook her. Her breath came back to her, almost normal now and she thought how incredible that was. Now she wondered about her release thanking him for the forethought of removing all that hair.
But he came into view again, removing her ball gag, "Seems you liked that!" he said.
She spoke, a distant practically incoherent "Yes".
"Good". He bent down and let her sip water from a straw and made sure she had her fill. Then quicker than she could react to it, he stuck a small brush full of honey into her mouth. Joan was so surprised, it went down the "wrong way". She coughing and sputtered, when she tried to speak and protest she found her windpipe and vocal chords were now so thickly coated, only her breath was audible.
She felt him again at her back side. "I guess I will save this for later, but I want to be sure its fresh!"
From behind her, he brought a very large syringe into her view, then it touched her distended asshole, she couldn't move an inch as she felt the warm wax being injected into her expanded opening and molding itself to her tunnel's walls, after a minute her sphincter was now working against the cool hardened plug.
"Now I have to think about the next step", he teased, "Should I keep you here for the weekend OR should I keep you this way until that short haircut grows out?" ..
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05.09.11 | updated - 06.05.17