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Chapter 2: A Candlelight Dinner with Rita
I stroked the side of Rita’s torso as she sat on my lap sipping her wine. The candlelight cast flickering shadows of the two of us on the walls of the room. Her body was a lot less tense now, her muscles a lot more relaxed. I planted a kiss on the side of her breast over the bathrobe that she had on.
“Did you enjoy your dinner?” I asked. She nodded in reply. I prodded her breast with my nose. I wanted to see if she could still understand what I wanted. She could. She tugged back at her bathrobe until her nipple peeked out, and then she drew closer to me until it hovered a few inches away from my lips. I felt my manhood harden. I leaned forward and gave it a soft squeeze with my lips. Rita moaned in pleasure.
“Does it hurt, Rita?”
“A little bit, Master. I can take it.”
“Those clover clamps are nasty little things, aren’t they sweetheart?” I asked, tracing her areola with my tongue.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, leaning closer to me, “The nastiest part was when you yanked them off my breasts.”
“That was intense, wasn’t it, Rita?”
“Oh god, I nearly passed out…”
“Well, you hung in there. I loved watching you fidget and struggle. Here, give me a kiss.”
She leaned into me and drew closer, and then stopped and hesitated.
“What is it?”
“If I kiss you properly, will you punish or torture me for it?”
“Maybe I should leave you hanging naked in the dungeon all night long so that you can think about it.”
She giggled and brushed her lips against mine. “I think I’ll take my chances.”
When our lips parted Rita was breathless. She moaned and snuggled up against me. Her hands stroked my chest. Her lips nibbled at my neck. I looked at the flickering candle flames. I felt a tightness in my crotch.
“Rita, save it for bed. We’re not done yet for tonight.”
She looked up at me incredulously. I motioned her towards the dining table, and instructed her to clear away all the plates and dishes. I took the candles and placed them on the side shelf. There was a chandelier above the dining table, and I turned it on to the lowest setting.
“Take off the bathrobe. I want you naked.” I ordered.
She stood before me stark naked. I tapped the top of the table. “Get up. Lie down on your back on top of the table.”
Slowly, she obeyed. I placed her hands above her head in a V-shape, and then spread her legs in a similar manner. I leaned forward and hissed into her ear.
“Listen carefully, Rita. This is important. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” she gulped. Her muscles were tense again.
“No ropes, no chains, no handcuffs. I’m not going to restrain you in any way whatsoever. But if you cover any part of your body with your arms, or move your legs, I’m going to punish you severely. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“If you do interfere, here is how I will punish you. I will tie you down to the table with rope. I will rub that olive oil all over your breasts. And then I will give you fifty strokes on each breast with my belt. After that I will leave you in the dungeon all night, suspended from the ceiling, and nipple-clamped. Do you understand?”
She played the prospect through her mind, and after getting over the shock, she replied, almost in a whisper
“Yes, Master.”
“Repeat the description of the punishment so that I know that you understand.”
“Tied to the table… fifty belt strokes on each oiled breast… suspended all night in the dungeon… nipple-clamps…”
“Good.”
I went and picked up a candle from the shelf. Rita saw it and stiffened. She knew what was coming. It wasn’t anything new to her, because we’d played that way before. But she hadn’t experienced it in a while. I hovered above her with the candle. She followed the motions of my hand intently with her eyes. I tilted the candle, and she moaned as she saw the molten wax build up to one side. The melted wax piled up, trembled, and then fell off the side. Rita’s wide eyes followed its motion through the air, and her entire body shook as it landed just below her ribs.
“Aaahh!!! Mmmmm!!!!” she moaned.
“Before today, when was the last time that I tortured you?” I asked.
“Almost a year ago, Master.”
“And how many other people have tortured you between then and now?”
“None, Master.”
“That’s a lie!” I tilted the candle and jerked it slightly. A dollop of wax landed right on top of her right nipple. She arched her back off the table in pain and screamed.
“Aaaaaahhhh!!!!! I swear Master! It’s the truth!” she was clasping her hands together above her head, trying to make sure she did not subconsciously get them in the way.
I brought the candle down closer to her body. She stiffened and gasped. Another drop fell through the air, splashing down on her areola.
“Aaaahhhhh!!!!! Ooooooohh!!! Please believe me Master!”
“Why should I? You’re lying to me.” A drop fell on to her other nipple. Her body twisted violently on the table, and she threw her head from side to side in agony.
“I’m not, Master! I haven’t been with anybody! I swear!”
I took a second candle in my other hand, and held both of them tilted above her body. Drops of hot wax began to rain down mercilessly onto her breasts and torso. Her screams were arousing. Her body twisted one way and then the other.
“Aaaaaaahhhh!!!! Please Master! I can explain! Please stop!! Let me explain! Please, Master!”
I was bored of the candle-wax anyway by now, so I blew out the candles. “Alright, I’m listening, Rita.”
As she got her breath back, I traced my finger down her stomach as I walked down to the other end of the table. She instinctively drew her legs together, and then immediately parted them even wider than they were before.
“You just saved your breasts a lot of pain, Rita. One more slip like that and you’re in big trouble.”
“I’m sorry Master. I promise, it won’t happen again.”
“I hope not.” I took the more slender of the two candles and prodded her clitoris with it. Her abdominal muscles clenched. I dragged the candle to and fro over her clit, and enjoyed her fighting against herself to keep her legs apart.
“If you keep me waiting any longer, I’ll light these candles again and hold them over your pussy, Rita. You want that?”
“No Master! Please! Let me explain! I didn’t find anyone else!”
I took the thicker candle and inserted it slowly up her wet vagina. She stiffened at the sensation and moaned.
“You expect me to believe that in a whole year, you didn’t have a single other person torture you?”
“No Master, there was no one!”
“Ah, but that means you were looking for someone other than me, eh Rita?” I squeezed her clitoris with my fingers. It was a firm squeeze, one that took her by surprise and then sent a shot of pain searing through her body.
“Ouch!!! Aaaahhhhhh!!!! Master!!! Please!!! Stop!!”
“Were you looking for another Master?” I knew she hadn’t been. I thrust the fat candle to and fro in her vagina, and scratched my fingernail over her clit. She nearly lost it right then.
“Noooooo!!!! Master! I didn’t! There was nobody else! I had nobody else in my life! I swear!”
“How many other men did you have sex with?”
“None Master! None!”
“You liar!” I slapped her cunt hard and she yelped and broke into tears.
“No-one Master! Please!!! Stop!!! No other men! Just you Master! When you weren’t there, nobody! Please believe me!”
“No other men, eh? So how often did you pleasure yourself then?”
“Never Master, never!”
“You lying bitch!” I pushed my finger hard against her clitoris, and tweaked it mercilessly. I saw tears of pain run down Rita’s cheeks. Her mature body was incredibly sensitive. I released my hold on her tormented clit. Walking up to the head of the table, I dragged her off the table by her nipples, and yanked her head back by her hair.
“So you’re telling me that in over a year, you’ve seen nobody else, never played with anyone else, and never played with yourself either, eh?”
“Yes Master! Please, please believe me!” her tone was one of helpless pleading. “The last orgasm I had was in your dungeon Master, by your hands. It was so intense, Master! I remember it like yesterday! I’ve never had an orgasm after that.”
I dragged her close and kissed her. I looked into her tormented eyes, wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“Well, Rita. Why don’t you shower and get cleaned up and join me in bed. We got some catching up to do on orgasms, don’t we?”
(Stay tuned for Chapter 3, coming soon.)
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