Tie Me Down...

The coldness of the handcuffs make my arms break out in goosebumps. The edges of them bite into my wrists, sure to leave red marks when you're through with my body. I feel your eyes on me even though I cannot see you through my blindfold... I feel hot wax suddenly drip onto my bare, taunt, stomach and I squirm trying to get away. But I hear the crack of the whip warning me to stay put. Whimpering I resist the urge to move and I stay put, through this blissful torture. The ropes on my ankles chaff my skin, making my legs burn like fire. I love it. The cool air dries the wax almost instantly, but the skin underneath is still hot to the touch. Roughly, I'm suddenly thrown over onto my stomach. I cannot move. I imagine myself tied up like a hog at a family roast. The hot wax drips onto my *** crack making me scream out. The whip breaks my skin on my back, punishing for the unwanted noise. I moan, hoping this will satisfy you, but it only enrages you more. The whip repeatedly cracks my helpless body. Oh how I whimper and scream, but I cannot help myself. You jump onto my back and I can feel you're naked and hard. My pain only made you more aroused. I have no idea how much more aroused you're about to become. You rip my *** cheeks apart, the wax painfully pulling at the skin. You brutally shove a finger in my *** and pump away. You have no lubrication assisting your entry. I scream louder and you only pump faster. All the sudden a **** gets shoved into my open mouth. I had no idea there was anyone else in the room watching. You laugh at my embarrassment and shame. You remove your finger and I breath easier, but not for long. I feel your hard shaft as you thrust it deep into my bowels. I scream and drop the penis that was in my mouth. This earns me a slap, and he shoves it into my mouth again but brutally face ***** me. Gagging me and making me spit everywhere. I black out, most probably from the lack of oxygen to my exhausted brain. It's morning out, the sun is shining. My body is sore from last night. Wincing I look down at my wrists and see the red circles on them from the cuffs. My ankles have them too. Getting out of bed I head to my shower, smiling. Never knowing who the other man was, but loving every minute of it.