With his other hand, he turned the faucet on, and adjusted the temperature. While he waited for it to come to temperature, his fingers continued to tease her ass slowly, using her ass to lower her body onto the floor of the tub. She tried to sit up and he pushed her back down.

“Stay still. You’ve done a lot so far, and the day isn’t over. Let me take care of my slut for a moment.”

She nodded and let herself relax into his touch and care. She felt the water rinsing away her piss and was replaced with a soft floral scent, one of her favorites. She looked down and saw that he had slipped a bath bomb in, and plugged the tub up for her bath. She sighed as the warm water soothed her aching body.

She felt the soapy washcloth graze across her skin and sighed, reveling in the slight bite of the fabric mixed with the silky smoothness of the soap. His fingers were firm and thorough, softening lightly as he traced the inner lines of her legs. She whimpered as he swiped past her inner thighs and pussy. He even skirted her hips, knowing that it would key her up.

His teasing continued as he avoided her tits and neck carefully, helping her turn over using her shoulders. She arched back, pressing into the tub and shivered with her unmet need. He carefully scrubbed the back of her legs and made her giggle softly as he scrubbed the bottom of her feet. He avoided her ass as carefully as he had avoided her desperate sex.

His pace changed as he reached her back. She felt his fingers press into her aching muscles, releasing the tension in each spot slowly. His fingers grazed the back of her neck and he saw the goosebumps raise through her entire body. She tucked her legs underneath her as she arched into his hands. She moaned softly as his soapy hands roamed her back in small circles. She noticed, in a haze, that the water had turned off.

After what seemed like an eternity later, his hands and cloth came to rest above her ass. The tub was almost full and holding her ass up for him proved challenging. He could sense her struggle.

“I said stay still. That doesn’t mean help me. Relax.”

She let her body submerge into the water and felt his hand guide the cloth over her ass cheeks. Sighing, her eyes drifted closed and she reveled in his hands all over her ass. Scrubbing, massaging, jiggling, he did it all and then some. She felt the cloth discover its way down her crack of her ass to her well used pucker.

She gasped as he started to push it inside of her, and pull it out slowly. She could feel his finger wrapped in the cloth. His measured pace in and out of her ass had her panting and moaning in no time.

He started to time his efforts with her breaths. He could see her body flush as she approached the edge of her orgasm. He teased her for a few pumps longer and then pulled the cloth and finger out. He resoaped the cloth, while telling her to turn over.

Starting at her shoulders, she could smell the soap and the bath bomb mixed, with a hint of the unique smell of her ass underneath it all. He carefully scrubbed her shoulders and neck, eliciting more soft moans from her.

Her tits were the next items on his cleaning agenda, starting at the top, working the same maddening slow circles he had used on her ass and back. Her nipples hardened as he got closer and closer. A guttural moan escaped as his thumbs passed over each of her nipples. The pleasure was gone in a blink, leaving her wanting for a brief moment, but she then felt him at her hips.

He teased, tickled and cleaned her hips, knowing just the little sensitive areas to pay attention to, raising her need to the next level. Her breath came raggedly and her hands gripped the sides of the tub as he started cleaning her mound and outer labia. Her hips bucked as he slipped between her lips. Her moan was desperate and planative as he slipped his bare finger inside her. Despite the bath, he could feel her wetness and need. Her pussy was squeezing his finger desperately. He eased a second finger inside her and started rubbing her g spot in earnest.

“Oh god… please, I can’t hold back if you…ohh.. Keep doing thatfuckfuckfuck”

He increased the tempo slightly, and pressed his thumb into her clit, rubbing slowly.

“Please, oh please… Master, your slut can’t control herself much longer…ohhfuckohh.”

His fingers continued. Her hips bucked and body strained, splashing the water around. Her mind frantically tried to remember her orders to try to get the unrelenting torture to stop.

“Please..”

She tried to relax into his hands and pleasure.

Her words were replaced with moans and whimpers as she felt the edge get closer and closer. Her body ached for that sweet release but she feared disobeying him.

He pulled his fingers out of her, stepped away from the tub and dried his arms. He put on some music in the background.

“You will relax here until you hear my alarm go off. Then you will rinse off and join me in the bedroom. Do not touch yourself. Understood?”

“Understood.”

He turned away to hide his smile. He knew she was disappointed about the lack of orgasm, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve.

Her body was on fire from the thoroughness of his care and she struggled to relax into the bath. She did as she reflected on the events of the day so far and what the rest of the weekend could have in store for them. Her mind wandered pleasantly but she was relieved when the alarm went off.

Walking into the bedroom, she could tell he had been busy. The blanket and top sheet had been stripped from the bed, and cuffs dangled from each corner. She could see a candle lit on the end table, as well as some tools sitting beside it, though harder to make out past the brightness of the flame.

Just as she began to search for him, she felt his arms at her waist, picking her up and throwing her on the bed, face down. His hands made quick work of locking her wrists and then her legs into the cuffs. He smacked her ass as he finished, bringing that cute little pink up to the surface.

He turned away from the bed and turned back to face her. She turned to face him and the last thing she saw was his semi-erect dick before the blindfold plunged her into darkness. She felt his hands on her ass, spreading the stinging cheeks. Something hard and smooth went into her pucker, keeping her cheeks from closing all the way. It was wide but shallow, almost a pleasant break from the depths her ass had been pushed to that day. She felt some weight added to it as well, a constant pressure, to somewhat be ignored-at least she hoped.

Her ass, however, was not enough of a distraction when the first pain dropped onto her back. Her breath hissed out between her teeth and her hips ground into the bed.

Another drop joined the last one in short order.

And another.

And another.

Her body started to tremble and twitch.

Another.

Drip.

Another.

Drop.

Another.

Drop.

Another.

Drop.

Her breaths were fast and short, so her scream was strangled when she felt the pointed cold metal of the 5-bladed Wartenberg wheel along her inner thigh. It traced up to her pussy lips, softly poking into them and making her even wetter.

Her body arched up off the bed when he pushed them deeper into her pussy and she felt the burning warmth on her ass.

Suddenly she knew she was holding a lit candle on her ass while he tormented her. She tensed, knowing that any twitch of her hips would mean more pain.

As if he had anticipated her reaction, she heard the whistle of the bendy bamboo cane she loathed. Cracking across the bottom of both ass cheeks, she writhed in spite of herself, letting the pooled wax decorate her pink skin. She screamed into the pillow and dug her hands into the handcuffs.

Her head jerked back forcefully and she opened her mouth instinctively.

“If you’re going to make that much noise over a little hit, you need a bit gag,” he noted as he shoved a rubber bit in. “There, now you can bite down.”

There was a pause, for what felt like a week, before the next sting of the cane landed, this time on the top of her ass cheeks.

She bit down on the gag and managed to catch her hips from moving just in time, but not before one drop of wax made it onto her luscious ass.

He took his time between accurately delivered strokes, alternating as he saw fit, enjoying watching her hands flail uselessly as he would hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Her yelps and moans were delicious to him; she knew this from experience. She tried to keep count of the number of cane strokes he delivered, but the wax dripping around the split of her ass made it almost impossible.

After he hit about 20 (or so she wondered), he paused again.

Her ears strained for any sound, any hint of what may be in store for her.

She waited.

Finally she heard the fridge door open faintly from the other room. She exhaled a breath she didn’t know she was holding and immediately tensed as she heard a couple of voices.

Her modesty tried to kick in as she pulled against the cuffs, trying to hide her used body. Her panic hid the sound of his footsteps returning to the room.

She yelped as the next several drops of wax landed on her back. These drips were faster and left no time for her to anticipate where it would be coming from.

He worked her into a frenzy, forcing her to squirm and drip even more wax on her ass, in addition to his.

Just when she wondered she couldn’t take any more of his wax, she felt burning cold right on the split of her ass. Screaming uselessly into the gag, her body erupted in goosebumps, nipples hardening underneath and sending shivers to her core. He pulled the cold off after 30 seconds, and let her wait again.

When her breath had returned to something resembling ordinary, she felt her legs being moved, and she faintly registered that he must have unlocked her. She sighed in relief. He unlocked the cuffs from the headboard and she reached to take off the blindfold.

“You’re only getting warmed up slut,” he growled into her ear. She felt his hard-on pressing into her side and moaned, happy to know she was at least amusing him.

He popped some earplugs in her ears after cuffing her face up on the bed. The last thing she heard was him comforting her, “Don’t worry, it won’t take you long to get the wax off after.”

She sat in silence, hearing only her frantic breathing in her ears. She tried to breathe out and calm down, trying to understand what he was up to.

She felt the thud of the flogger squarely across her tits, eight hits in rapid succession. She gasped and moaned for each one, caught in the sweet ecstasy of the pain and pleasure. As usual, the flogger tipped her over into subspace and the fun could really start.

Her yelps were louder as she felt the drops of wax on her body again, but they blossomed into pure pleasure, liquified and poured out between her legs.

She could smell her own arousal, the faint smoke from the candle and him.

Each drop decorated her tits, some directly on her pebbled nipples, and others dripped down the side of her tits.

She strained and bucked as he tormented her, an expert at eeking out the frustration and arousal he wanted for her. She froze as the first drip made contact with her pussy mound.

Time seemed to stop between the first and the second. Her mind was racing as it tried to process the pain.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

She thrashed on the bed, secure in her bonds, hearing her cries and yells in her ears loudly.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Thrust.

She nearly came on his cock as he shoved into her soaking wetness in one stroke. He held still for a moment and she waited to see what was next. She screamed again as she felt more wax on her tits.

He started timing his thrusts with the drips. When he could tell she was close, he swapped to her ass, after a dab of lube and some of her pussy juices were applied.

His hands gripped her hips and she was relieved that she would get a break from the wax. His thrusts, when timed with the drips of wax were a special kind of torture.

Her mind stopped trying to process everything and just gave in to him. He could tell when she was getting close and would change tempos, her moans spurring him on. She felt him get thicker for a few thrusts and cum inside of her ass. She silently cursed the earplugs as she cherished hearing his grunt of a finish.

He pulled out her earplugs, whispered some safety precautions in her ears about the cuffs and took the blindfold off.

He pulled out of her, sat over her face and she started licking everything she could reach. She felt a cool hard plastic at her pussy but ignored it while she worshiped his balls and ass. He got off the bed and she heard a click.

The vibe, now attached to her leg, was plugged into the wall. He walked over to the sink, wiped up and got dressed.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Enjoy your orgasms, if you can.”