Wendy

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WHIPPING THE WAX OFF WENDY
Part Three in a series by Sir Stephen

It was so hard for Eric to tear his mouth off of Wendy’s that it seemed he was stuck to her.  Her mouth seemed the center of his existence, and he probed it with his tongue as he had probed it with his penis just moments ago.  Surely he had no business doing anything else… He paused only to breathe and attacked her pouty, wet lips again.  Eric stuck to Wendy’s mouth the way two sheets of contact paper bond when their adhesive sides are brought together.  Could he be bruising her pretty mouth, still ruddy both with the lipstick he had applied and with excitement?  So be it, he thought, invading her mouth still deeper, opening her jaw with his right hand and placing his teeth between her bite, prying her apart and licking her tongue and palate.

Were those tears wetting her cheeks?  Tasting salt, Eric withdrew and looked into Wendy’s bleary but happy eyes.  Kissing her forehead, then each eyelid, Eric announced that he was going to release her for a time, but only as a break before her next episode of bondage.  “Thank you, Master,” Wendy offered, though she had to grope for the phrase in an altered state, coming to her senses only slowly now that his kisses, his kiss, had released her.

Eric helped Wendy wobble to her feet so he could more easily undo the web.  As he had when he put it on, Eric delayed during various stages and was very slow in pulling each length through her inner thighs and on out of the weave.  Wendy leaned, with her hands still bound wrist-to-wrist, on his shoulder for balance.  As the ankle-tie came off, Wendy was left with just her rope belt and the short length that held her wrists together in front of her perky breasts. 
“Go freshen up a bit and then fix us a drink,” Eric ordered.

The sound of a blender brought Eric drifting back to the kitchen. Here was his naked slave, still bound at the wrists and wearing a rope belt, mixing Margaritas.  “Just one drink,” thought Eric, “so I’m not too impaired to do this right.”  As they sat down on her living room sofa, Eric said, “OK, now we’re on break.  You don’t have to call me Master.  How are you feeling?”

“I’m not sure how to answer you, but I do like what you’re doing to me, Eric,” Wendy answered thoughtfully.

“I’d like to move further into punishing you,” Eric observed, “but you’re being so good that I have no excuse!” 
“I’d like that as well,” replied Wendy, “so I’ll have to be naughty….” 
With that she leaned forward as if to kiss him, but instead poured the remaining third of her drink onto his shorts! 
“Break’s over!” Eric shouted, removing his wet shorts and pulling a laughing Wendy across his knees so that her pussy and her whole weight were right on top of his penis.  Her bottom cheeks flexed as if winking at him knowingly.

“Toes together, heels apart!” Eric said, with all seriousness, despite her giggles. 
“Yes Master,” she replied as she made her big toes touch on the carpet. 
“Good,” said Eric, “now don’t clench that bottom, or I’ll pinch your pussylips!”

“Fifty good ones, slavegirl, for spilling your drink,” he pronounced, as if her were her judge and jury, “an then we’ll see what you deserve next!”  Still not ready to begin her punishment, Eric instructed Wendy in how to behave during the spanking.  “Yes Master,” said Wendy, but she was still sounding silly – it would take a few spanks to obtain the proper reverence from her after her naughtiness and giggling.

“Very well then,” said Eric and began to bring his right hand down hard on her pert cheeks.  Trying not to hit the same spot twice in a row, Eric worked on getting an even glow from her pale skin.  After five, he had to pause before Wendy collected herself enough to say, still somewhat flippantly, “Forty-five left.  Thank you, Master, may I have the next five harder please?”  So the next five were harder, as were the next, and the next, so that by the count of thirty left Wendy was breathing hard and no longer amused. 

Eric’s left hand fiddled gently, and then roughly, with her elusive little knob.  Sometimes he pinched skin just where her pubes began and pulled her labia away from her pussy.  Sometimes he just cupped her whole crotch and felt it ripple against his palm.  Meanwhile his right hand kept descending on an ever-reddening region, while Wendy closed her eyes to better maintain the count and appreciate her sensations.  When they reached where she should have said “fifteen left” she said “ten left” and was ordered to start all over again!

Eric used the tone of her voice to gauge the intensity of his blows.  Did she sound like she really wanted the next five to come harder, or was there an undercurrent of insincerity in her forced request for more?  As he neared twenty left for the second time, Eric slowed down a lot and fingered her for a while, realizing that she needed a rest before the big finish.  When he restarted she had almost – but not quite – forgotten her count again!  But she finished her spanking with a sense of pride and a sincere-sounding “harder please!” preceded the last five.  She even asked for five more after those!  Nevertheless, Eric said “No more for now, you naughty little girl,” as he helped her to her feet for the trip back to the bedroom.

He untied Wendy’s wrists and waist and ordered her to lie on the bed, face up, with her nicely reddened bottom on a tall stack of pillows.  Then he proceeded to tie her limbs to the four legs of the bed, and went around her body with the rest, tightening her legs so that his slavegirl was tautly but comfortably stretched for his amusement and her delight.   She blushed as he tightened her up, but said “Thank you, Master, for tying me so tight!” as an encouragement. 
“Yes slave, but you still deserve punishment, don’t you?” asked Eric, which elicited a “Yes Master, I’m sure I do” in response.  “To begin with, I don’t see why you should be able to look around while I torture you,” continued our heroic bondage-master, “so lift up your head and shut your eyes.”

Eric selected an Ace bandage and wrapped it securely around her eyes, flattening her lush black hair against her head.  Gently laying her back on the sheets, Eric moved to set up and light the two white candles and allow them to burn for a bit.  “Suck on this for a change, slavegirl,” he said, as he inserted the cucumber into her mouth.  “Enjoying her predicament, Wendy giggled as she said “Yesh, Mashter” through the cucumber. 

Next Eric found some sandpaper, which he tore in half and applied gently to each of her protruding, erect nipples.  Eric tore off two small pieces of electrical tape and wrapped each erect nipple so that it *had* to stay erect.  Then he encircled each breast with a black strip for visual effect and paused to admire his work.  “Very nice, my slutty little slavegirl… but a few more touches are in order.”  Making two longer strips of tape, Eric encircled each of her upper thighs about four inches from her labia.  While he was there, he couldn't resist licking her pussy, slowly and gently from the bottom up.  After each lick, he spanked her pussy hard with the flat of his hand before continuing.  All too soon for Wendy, he straightened up and slapped the insides of her thighs where he had circled them with the tape.  Eric noticed with some detachment that his own arousal was re-establishing itself as he selected his double belt and began somewhat gently whipping her mound. 

Allowing just the doubled part of the belt to touch her at all, and only in her clitoris area, Eric whipped Wendy about five times before deciding to pull the cucumber out of his slaves wet mouth. Nicely and naturally lubricated with her saliva, the cucumber had no trouble moving from her mouth into her equally wet pussy.  Now Eric was using his left hand to probe her vagina with the makeshift dildo while his right arm continued whipping her mound, mildly but accurately, so that every slap found her clitoris head-on.

For her part, Wendy was sort of going into a trance.  Eric now twisted the cucumber slowly, keeping it deep inside her while he set aside the belt and used his right hand now to pinch her skin just above her pussy.  But Wendy was getting too excited, thought Eric, so he released the cucumber inside of her and used a new length of tape to secure it from coming out.  Three vertical strips of tape were used from her naval to the small of her back to accomplish this goal. Eric looked at the two candles – each had a full pool of wax at the base of the wick. 

Taking one in each hand, he held them over her breasts and said, “So, slavegirl, you like to be naughty, eh?” 
“Yes Master,” she replied, her voice now unencumbered by the cucumber.  “I can’t help it and I need to be punished.”  “Very well then,” said Eric. “Perhaps this will help you to be a better slave!”  Eric then allowed one candle to drip just slightly upon her aureoles, eliciting an “Ooooh!” from his spread-eagled female bottom.  Eric then began to spread little piles of drying white wax on her breasts and belly, moving slowly downward towards her uplifted and widespread pussy.  Here, Eric was careful not to drip onto her genitals, but came oh-so-close and created a wall of wax on the mound just above her pussy and a line of droplets along the tops of her thighs.  Each drop elicited an “Ooh!” or an “Ow!” until Eric had a veritable mess of white wax outlining her pussy.  One candle was gone and the second was half used when Eric was satisfied with Wendy’s waxing. 

The cucumber slumbered at its station, blind as Wendy was, and apparently as content in its confinement as she.  Freeing the cucumber from its tape, Eric again used his left hand to dildo his slave while using the right to whip her.  This time, his target was the wax.  “Now we’ve got to clean you up,” Eric said and used just the bent tip of the belt to strike each place where wax had accumulated. 

Still working on her pussy, Eric again succumbed to his desire to taste her twat.  Positioning himself between her legs, he now used his right hand and arm to move the cucumber while licking her clitoris lightly but steadily.  Taking the soft knob of flesh into his mouth, Eric bit her softly while increasing the rate of cucumber thrusts.  “Master, may I please come?” asked his slave, at which point Eric said, “No, not yet slave” and ceased both activities instantly.  Seizing his pants, Eric fished for and found another condom and put it swiftly on his fully erect penis.  This was going to be fun.

“Beg me to fuck you, slavegirl!” he ordered, and Wendy was more than willing to comply. 
“Oh, please, Master, pretty please put your big beautiful cock in my hot pussy!  I need it so bad I’ll go crazy if you don’t!” After a few moments of such inducement – as he needed little enough anyway – Eric mounted his slave and began to push in and out.  “Come for me slavegirl,” said Eric, “come hard!” and Wendy had no response.  Her eyes lost focus; her mouth remained open as her breathing increased to a point where verbal communication was impossible. 

Wendy had more or less relaxed in her bondage until now, but at this point she writhed with all her strength.  She gripped his penis with her vaginal walls as if trying to keep it in or out – who knew which?  There was nothing for her to do but feel her climax overtake her, as Eric kept thrusting at her G-spot, his weight striking her mound hard and increasing tension on her taut legs, and giving her arms some slack as she started to slide off the pillows to the head of the bed.  Eric followed her, now using gravity as well as his strength to penetrate her again and again, until a long incoherant moan arose from the blindfolded slavegirl.  Eric felt his Vas Deferens open, mixing his sperm with semen, and came, perhaps with less juice but with no less pleasure than in his previous two orgasms, and as he completed a baker’s dozen more thrusts, he saw Wendy relaxing, and smiling widely as she fervently said, “Oh thank you, Master, for making me come!”

story continues in Wendy

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