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Day 6:
“Wakey Wakey Slut!” You hear from the open door. Your eyes flutter open as you regain consciousness. You look down at yourself with blurry eyes- your body still covered in dry red wax. Your hands still tied above your head and legs crossed over and restrained. Your body was too exhausted to thrash, to tired from yesterday to rebel. You just lay there, your head turned to watch him come towards you.
“Glad to see you’re awake! I think after yesterday you have learnt your lesson- wouldn’t you agree?” He says, smiling down at you with a soft and gentle voice- very different from the past few days.
“Mhmm.” You respond, nodding your head with some fear in your eyes.
“Use your words slut. You’ve got a mouth for a reason.” He says, walking to the end of the bed, his hands behind his back.
“Yes sir.”
“That’s better!” He smiles warmly, like welcoming home a child after they’ve come home for Christmas break. “We need to do something about this wax don’t we? Let’s see what I can do.” He moves quickly into the shadows, where he keeps all his toys. You hear metal clanging together, the sound ringing around the room. You close your eyes in anticipation, but not the good kind. The last time he ended up using wax to make you submit, scalding your sensitive skin to his will. You hear his footsteps approaching, the sound of them growing louder and louder. You see something shimmering in his hand, but it wasn’t until he moved them towards your torso you truly understood what it was. He was holding a knife.
“Don’t look so shocked, we need this so we can peel off the wax. Unless you want to stay like this!” He says with his warm smile. “I can cut or carve little indents onto it and it will crack off you.” He pauses for a moment before looking you up and down. “The issue is this is a sharp knife slut, so no sudden movements! I need you to be nice and calm for me. Breath when I tell you. Stop when I tell you. Otherwise, we might have some… unpleasant consequences. Understand slut?”
Your body froze as he spoke so calmly, his demeanor leading you down a crooked path. You can not help but reply “Yes sir.” and as those words leave your mouth you gasp. Not because he touched you in a place you would beg him to, but because a cold metal was placed against your soft, sensitive skin. You felt the strange sensation against your chest. You tried to tilt your head down to see but he didn’t let you. He told you to keep your eyes fixed on the ceiling unless you wanted to begin looking at the cuts he was gonna leave behind.
You breathe deeply, each inhale making the sharpness of the blade dig into you. You feel his hand somewhere on your stomach as he lowers his head down. You could feel his warm breath against your cold skin- it was soothing… like a gentle breeze on a summer’s day. But just as you felt your body relax into his motions “Don’t breathe.”
Two words commanding you to stop doing such a basic function. Almost like a hypnotist you were entranced- forced to follow his orders. You stopped. You held your breath just as he said, and you felt the knife move. You felt that cold steel more intensely than ever shifting lower down your chest. You feel the sharp edge press firmly into your skin- you could swear it was gonna cut through. You couldn’t react. You couldn’t do anything. You were helpless. If you disobeyed, if you let out a single breath, that knife would be used against you, and you would once again be denied his touch. Your chest was beginning to get tight, the feeling of the blade more intense. The next thing you heard was a snap. Like a ice being broken. You felt a weight pulled off your chest and thud onto the ground along with the words “Breath.”
You pant desperately, your chest burning for a moment as you follow yet another command. In your shear focus on the sounds, you didn’t even notice the knife had been lifted from your skin. When did that happen? The sharpness no longer a threat. But before you could breathe a sigh of relief you heard the command again “Don’t breathe.” Your body repeated the same process- blind obedience. You once again felt the blade, felt its cold, sharp touch- like an icicle. You felt the blade move lower, pressing in just as hard. You heard the same snap and thud before being allowed to breathe again.
This process repeated a few times, it’s not like you were counting. But each time the knife moved lower, you would hear another snap, another piece of wax being removed. You didn’t keep track of anything else, you didn’t care how much time it took or how many times you did as he said. You were too afraid to rebel, the knife at all times threatening you. At all times there. You had to be a good girl. But this was the easy part- things were gonna get much more difficult.
“Okay slut, just your tits to clear now.” He says with a smile, “We’ll take a quick break, lower your head and look.” He says, pressing down on your chin and making your eyes look down your stomach. There was no longer a red layer on you, just around your tits. He did it so carefully, you barely noticed the feeling of it being peeled off… but now… now it was gonna be on a sensitive part…
You feel the cold, thin edge of the knife resting on the underside of your collar bone. “That’s it slut, look up and close your eyes for me.” he says, leaning his head forward as he scrapes the blade gently down towards the curve of your breast. His eyes, although you don’t see them, fixate on your chest- watching it rise and fall faster and faster the longer the knife sits under the wax, pressing down into your skin. “I need you to slow down your breathing slut.” He asks without looking at you, but no matter how hard you try, nothing seems to work. You close your eyes tight in frustration, not wanting to disappoint. “Hey. Just relax. I’m right here.” You hear whispered into your ear, the next thing you feel is a familiar touch against your cheek. He uses his free hand to caress the side of your cheek; the back of his fingers moving up and down slowly just like you were used to. You give out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was touching you again. He was comforting you with his soft words and gentle touch. “That’s it little slut, you can do it. Just like that. Concentrate on my voice, feel my hand against your cheek- I am right here. You are safe. I’m not going to hurt you, not as long as you are a good girl.” He continues to whisper, his warm breath passing down your neck. His hand continuing to pet your cheek like you were a small kitten. Like you were fragile and too much pressure would break you.
It didn’t take long for his touch to relax you, your breathing finally steady to his standards. “Well done my little slut. I knew you could do it” he says with a smile on his face, your eyes were still closed- you dare not open them in case his touch stopped being so delicate. “Don’t move.” he commanded, his voice bellowing deep as before. His lips were no longer by your ear and his hand had moved from your cheek to your lips. Just as you take that deep breath, you feel his hand close over your lips- covering your mouth like a muzzle. Your eyes shoot open as panic sets in, what was happening! Why was he doing this? Then you felt it. The sting. “AHH!” You scream, your cry muffled against his hand as you try your hardest not to move your body. You force all your energy into your screams- not wanting to do anything to push the knife into you. You feel his palm press harder against your lips as you scream out. You feel everything now. You feel the wax cracking off your skin, you feel the back of the blade pressing against the sensitive breast as the sharp end scoops upwards to peel off the wax. You hear the thud of the wax hitting the floor, your eyes opening in relief.
You feel his hand lift off your lips, a wet imprint on the palm. His hand moves back to your cheek, completing the same motion as earlier. “Well done slut! Really well done! I’m proud of you for trying so hard to stay still.” He says, as you whimper. “Don’t worry, we’ll have a quick break. You catch your breath; we only have one more to do.” He reassures, moving his lips into view. You watch his lips move above your eyes; you feel his lips gently pressing against your forehead. You can not help but hum happily as your body sinks into the bed in contentment. This was the nicest he had been, the closest he had ever been. If these ropes weren’t here, you would reach your hands out to touch him- maybe even wrap your arms around him for a hug. All that cold that you felt washed away for that moment.
He lifted his head up, pulling away from you. He placed the blade on the opposite collar bone this time, it not feeling as cold as before. He looks you in the eye while stroking down the side of your face- “Are you ready slut?”
“Yes sir.” You reply without hesitation. All you had to do was endure this last one and your body would be free of wax. Free of any sign of your failure from day 2. Maybe then he would touch you. Maybe then, he would be closer. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, ready for his command- “Don’t move.” Your body lies completely still, your lips puckering to meet his hand as it slides over your mouth. You feel the knife scrape across your skin again, but not painful or frightening- but exciting- once this was done, the punishment was over. You hear the crack as the knife continues the same flicking motion, but as any good slut, willing to show that she can learn, you do not scream as you did earlier. Instead, you have light yelps into his hand- some could even mistake them for moans. Were you enjoying this? Having wax scraped off your body, your most sensitive part with a knife that could mark you at any time. You hear the thud of wax again, and without you breathe that final sigh of relief into his hand. Your eyes open as he moves it away, using the heat to caress your cheek. “Well done slut! I’m very impressed! That’s all the wax gone- the punishment is over.” He says with a smile as he stands over you. Suddenly, you feel cold steel against the underside of your chin. It forces your head to tilt upwards. You try to move down a little bit, but something sharp was poking into you. “But just because the punishment is over, doesn’t mean I’m done with you. Stay on your best behavior slut.” He says with a stern voice and sharp eyes. Almost as sharp as the tip of the knife he was holding against you. This forced you to look at him. Forced you to pay attention and maintain eye contact. You felt him pierce through you, your body couldn’t help but go stiff neither could you prevent yourself from feeling small. Like you could be crushed in the palm of his hand.
You felt the knife move away, giving you a chance to breathe freely. But with the knife, he too left into the darkness. Your eyes followed him, you didn’t want him to go… the way he spoke, the way he used his hands so gently against your skin, the way he controlled you with that knife… you wanted him to stay for a little longer. You didn’t hear the door immediately close, but you didn’t hear footsteps either.
“So, my slut, after being punished for a few days, do you think you have learned your lesson?” he asks, his footsteps drawing closer. “Do you think you deserve a treat for handling it so well?” You see him emerge from the shadows, no toys in his hands. You hesitate to answer the question- what if it was a trap? “I asked you something! I expect an answer.” He says sternly, like a teacher telling you off.
“Yes sir…” you pause for a moment, your head spinning as you overthink. What if he took this the wrong way? What if you sounded entitled, even though you knew he didn’t owe you anything. He has kept you here for almost a week, not that you can remember that he’s kept you fed and made sure you were okay. He only did this to you because you misbehaved. All in all, he’s really not that bad. You don’t want to piss him off again. “…I’ve learned my lesson.” you finish.
“That’s a good slut. Now since you’ve learned your lesson, I think you deserve a reward. I have a couple of things in mind.” He says approaching the bed, his body leaning forward slightly so he could arch his head over yours. “Open.” He instructs, and like a good pet, you open your mouth wide for him, your eyes staring back at him with longing- with neediness. “Good slut.” he replies before pursing his lips together. You notice the gap between them, and the liquid that was pushing through. The spit that poured out of his mouth and slowly dangled from his bottom lip. Your eyes watched the droplet, watched it fall into your mouth. To be worthy of that was an honour. You felt the droplet hit your tongue and the rest of the string follow behind it. “Close and swallow.” you hear from above. You follow like an obedient pet, close your lips together and swallowing the gift you just received. The warmth coating the inside of your throat.
Before you could even recover from that, he moved onto the bed. It wasn’t a big bed at all, he couldn’t sit beside you, so instead he sat on you. He placed himself on your stomach, straddling it like a saddle- his legs bent either side of you. He places his hands on your chest, your eyes willing to look down. “No slut. You keep looking at me. No matter what.” He says with a low growl. You keep your eyes fixed on his, watching the fire burning behind his hazelnut eyes. You feel his hands moving up around your neck, both of them wrapping comfortably around it. He teasingly squeezes down against the sides, watching your eyes close for a moment before your lips parted. He then moved both hands up the sides of your face, using them to brush your hair behind your ear before sliding one hand back down to your cheek, and another up towards your chained hand. You feel his fingers grazing your palm, you try desperately to grab them- desperately to interact with him.
He leans his head forward, the back of his index finger rubbing your cheek gently. You follow his eyes as they get closer and closer. You can see the beauty in them, the care and the lust. You watch them as they move almost directly above you, his face so close you could feel his breath against the bridge of your nose. “You’ve been such a good slut for me these past few days…” He says almost whispering. “…But there is not a single sign on you, showing the world that you belong to me.” You feel his eyes burning through you, your head wondering what he could possibly be talking about. “But don’t worry, as your reward, I’m going to give you a few marks. Something to remind you that you’re mine. Something to show others that you’re owned.”
He moves his head down a little further, his lips hovering above yours. He hadn’t kissed you since you got here. He hadn’t been this close in 6 days. I mean, you could push up with your hips and be right against him. You could feel the heartbeat of his hand against your palm. God! If these chains weren’t there you would run your hands through his hair, his jet-black hair. He holds his lips there, teasingly so, you try to move your hands, try to tilt your head so they can touch- but nothing. If anything, you just painted a smile across his face- for free. “You have to wait little slut. I don’t give things that easily.” He laughs, pulling his head back to the sound of you whining. He moves his finger over your lips, placing his index finger over them like he was shushing you.
He moves his head down your body, tucking it into the arch of your neck. You don’t hear any words, but you feel the warm breath brushing against your skin. The next thing you feel are his lips. The gentle kiss that his lips pressed against your naked flesh sending jolts of joy through you. You instinctively lift your head up to expose more of your neck. You hear a small laugh from him, but you feel his lips grow outwards as he smiles against you. One simple move and you already pleased him. Already fulfilled your role as a good slut. You feel his hand moving into yours, his fingers moving between yours. Almost at the same time, you feel his lips press down firmer against your neck and his fingers interlace with yours- his hand gripping yours. You lovingly hold his hand in return, loving the security this brought. You were safe in his hold and now you were being marked. You felt his lips sloppily kiss against you, but quickly it turned to a suck. The playful nature turned to purpose as your skin was tugged on. You felt his lips feel harsher and harsher against your skin, moving every now and again to the sides to suck even more. Each time he would place his lips down again, you would sigh out in pleasure, squeezing his hand as he marked you.
He lifted his head up slowly, returning to sitting upright on your stomach. “That’s better! Now people know you belong to me.” He smirks, “Don’t worry, I know you can’t see that one slut- so here’s a couple just for your eyes.” His hands instantly pull away from you. You feel one grasp your boob firmly. It was still a little sensitive from earlier, covered in a few red marks from where the wax was stubborn to take off. He had no issue exploiting that, applying extra pressure to these parts to force a soft moan from your lips. As he skillfully toyed with one boob, his lips pressed down on the other. Your eyes looked down at him as much as they could, your hands pulling on the chains rattling against the bed frame. His lips did the same thing as they did on your neck, starting soft and sloppy. Playful then purposeful. You couldn’t help but smile and wriggle under him from the sheer joy of what he was doing. Marking his little slut while he toyed with her nipple in the other hand. Every time he sucked hard; he would tug on your nipple forcing a moan out of your mouth. How could he do that? How did he already know your body this well? As he started to finish the first hickey, he moved his eyes only, looking up at you. He lifted his head slowly with a smile painted across it- revealing the large purple mark against your skin. “Like it slut?” He said before switching to the other one to do the exact same thing.
Once he had finished giving you the second, he moved himself back to sit up straight again. He placed both of his hands on your waist and looked deep into your eyes. “What do you think slut? Doesn’t that look better?” He asks. Your eyes look down at the two marks he left, they were both big and only for your viewing. If he ever gave you clothes, those marks were your personal reminder that you belonged to him. You bite your lip as you look back to him, your eyes trailing his body from bottom to top. You felt a wave of heat shoot through you- embarrassment perhaps? Maybe you finally realised that you were his slut. Not only that, but you liked it. Maybe you realised that these marks were not enough, and you wanted more. You wanted your body to be covered, in hickey, bruises, scratches, whatever he wanted- you would take. “You don’t want to talk? Too busy staring?” He says with a smile, he was right, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You remain quiet. “Oh, you slut… this will make you talk.”
Without warning, you feel his hand on your clit- your deprived little clit. His fingers instantly press down and instantly rub in a circle. You can not help but gasp out in shock, gasp out in loss as he forces you to react. Finally, you were getting what you wanted- finally he was touching you like he did that day. Your head tilts back as he continues to pick up speed. Your lips parting in surrender as you moan out softly. “I asked you a question. Do you like your new marks slut?” He says as his other hand moves to your boob, his index finger and thumb gripping your nipple like a threat.
“Yes sir! I like them!” You moan out hopelessly, your body quickly submitting to his touch.
“Good slut!” He says, releasing your nipple like a reward for answer. The other reward was much better though, his finger starting to go faster. You felt your hips bucking, your body arching. It was hopeless though, you couldn’t bend back like you used to, his body was stopping you. You wanted to contort and twist. You wanted to roll around and scream as he did this- but you were limited. He controlled your movements. “Now, as a test to see if your dumb little brain has learnt anything. Who do you belong to?” he asks with a smirk.
You hesitate, your eyes looking up at him with desperation as you bite your lip to stop the moan. You feel his fingers return to your nipple and everything growing to overwhelm you. You didn’t want to give in. But you didn’t want him to walk away. It’s as if he knew this, knew that you hated giving in, but loved being made to. He quickly pinched down on your nipple, tugging it hard as you bucked your hips in response slamming into his thighs as you did. “You sir!” You say through a moan.
“Louder!”
“YOU SIR!”
“That’s better! Now have your reward for being such a clever girl.” He said, pushing his fingers down from your clit to your entrance. Almost in the same heartbeat, releasing your nipple and pushing his fingers inside you. They went deep, deep enough you could the knuckles pressing against your inner thigh. They looped around inside you like a roller-coaster, never stopping- never slowing. If anything, it just got worse, his finger quickly discovered your g-spot pressing down on it like a big red button. Massaging it like a well-paying customer. Your body was hopelessly in love. Your heart beating fast and hard- almost matching the speed of his fingers. Your lips never closed, if anything they amplified the sounds of your moans of pleasure. You felt his free hand moving around your throat, pressing down on the sides as he glared at you- like he was reminding you of something. You knew you wouldn’t last long but your mind couldn’t focus entirely on what he wanted. There was something you were missing, something that you would be in trouble for. Everything was hazy, you couldn’t remember and the pressure on your pussy wasn’t helping. You feel your head spin in ecstasy as your pussy tightens around his fingers- that’s when you remembered.
Like a good pet who had been well trained, you required no prompt this time. Just a look. A single look from his lust filled Hazel eyes and you knew what to say. “Please sir, can I cum?” A smile like no other painted his face, a joy you could not replicate. He felt accomplished. Complete. He nodded and moved his hand away from your throat, placing his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on. “Cum for me, slut.”
You took a deep breath and wrapped your lips around his thumb for but a moment. You forced your hips up slamming into his thighs again as your hands yanked on their chains and your lips parted. Escaping them was an erupting moan. A sound so loud that even outside it would be heard. Your pussy was soaked- dripping in fact- as it coated his fingers in your cum. Your mind went blank for a few moments after that, your eyes heavy.
All you remember was a gentle kiss planted on your forehead and the words “Good work today slut. You have made me proud. Now get some sleep- I’ll be back tomorrow.” And then the door slammed shut.
NSFW: yes
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