CANDLES & STOCKS

       I lay tied to the bed posts, spread eagle.  A blind fold covered my eyes, music playing into the ear phones.  I lay listening to Neil Diamond.  We had a multi-CD changer with a random selector.  I could listen for hours and not hear the same songs repeated.  I wiggled a bit… butt itched… feels better.  I felt naked, exposed but had little more that I could sense about myself in the moment, nor did I care too.  I was enjoying myself.   My wife of 15 years, Joan, had tied my up almost an hour ago, left me like this while busying herself with who knew what.  I could not hear her move about, nor could I see anything.  Truth be told, if she had left me there I would not know anything except for the lack of attention.

       Ah, yes… warm water… Joan began soaping my cock, balls, and pubic areas; interesting.  “The shaving razors cold and it stings”…  Oh well, the soap felt good, erotic and she lathered it about.  She had done this several times over the past year.  I never minded the attention although pubic hair growing back is tedious! Almost a year ago we had laser removed all of Joan’s hair below the shoulders.  It required an update or redo about every six months or so but Joan had not had to shaved anything since.  It made her smooth to the touch, which I liked and without any effort on her part which she liked.  I lay motionless enjoying my condensed world of the moment.

       Joan had been almost giddy with excitement all week.  She began last Saturday afternoon planning and working on something.  She said nothing about it.  She would not let me around the work bench in the garage.  I just let her fuss about and enjoy whatever she was doing.   I was, however, about to find out what she had been planning.

       Finished with the razor all became motionless in my world… I lay quietly waiting.  Time passed… I could tell faintly that she was fussing about the room, periodically leaving then returning a few minutes later.

       Then she began.  Gently she lifted my balls in her fingers.  Between anticipation and touch instantly I became aroused.  Before I knew it she slipped a noose around the base of my sex.  Gently she cinched it tight… passed snug… and tied it to something above me. 

       She had built a stock for my cock and balls out of two pieces of 1x6 about eighteen inches long.  Joan had dilled small pilot holes every three inches with simple counter sinks for the head of the screws.  At the center and between the two edges of the 1x6 she had drilled a 1 1/2 inch hole which she had sanded smooth with a bit of sandpaper.  Joan glued the edges with wood glue and fit the two pieces together.  She was very careful not to pinch the base of my sex as pressed the boards together.  With my cock and balls gently protruding through the two boards Joan placed a 4 ½ inch screw into each hole tightening each by hand until they were snug.   Joan released the noose and rechecked the fit. The glue set hard within thirty minutes, time she used to get ready for her ‘date’…

       “Now I got this idea from my candle making class.  It will hurt… quite a lot I fear… so… well… too bad for you I guess.”  She giggled.  I squirmed a bit.  We had fussed around trying to make a candle out of my sex about a year ago.  It had not worked and… she was right it had hurt.  The wick of the candle in particular had not worked; the wax itself had simply come apart from itself.  We abandoned the idea because of the problems… and the pain it caused.

       Joan had torn an old tee shirt into strip.  Several of these long strips she set to soak in a fondue pot we used to melt wax.  Joan put on some gloves to protect her hands from scalding and keep the wax out of her finger nails… she did not want wax under her nails tonight.  She took the first of the strips and wrapped it about the base of my cock and balls.  It was hot, very hot!  The next one she used to wrapped the base of my cock separating my cock from my balls.  The last she wrapped about the base of my sex a second time. 

       By now my anticipatory erection had expired.  Joan slipped a noose about the top of my cock and cinched it up above me.  The head of my cock began to burn of strangulation almost instantly.

       “The first thing we are going to do is build a broad base for the candle.  To do this I am going to encase your balls in wax.”  Joan placed a mold she had made from the tubing of a carpet roll around my balls, resting it upon the 1x6 stock she seemed to be using as a table top.  At first she dribbled the molten wax over my balls.  I liked this.   The wax droplet burned like fire as they dribbled about covering my soft tender flesh.  After she had created a half inch cover around my flesh Joan increased the stream allowing it to just begin to congeal.  The heat was intense.  I squirmed uncomfortably.  I didn’t want to become a nuisance but it was bordering pain.  My balls were burning!

       “Cheer up.  I will get much worse in a minute.  Quit fussing!”  She demanded.  With that she finished filling the first layer encasing my balls.  “Don’t spill a drop now.  I am going to shower while that cools.”  And Joan left me to the scorching wax, still liquid, encasing my balls.  In a few places it melted thru the congealed protection.  Ever dip your finger in near boiling water, I mean by accident of course?  Well now imagine immersing your balls in that!  And not by accident either!  Tears welled up as I struggled with the pain.  Time passed.  It cooled.  Joan returned.

       “Next we’re going to build a candle around your cock.  First, I am going to press a small birthday candle into the eye of your cock.  Then I am going to encase it with about ¾ inch of wax.”

       Joan loosened the tie about my cock then rotating a small birthday candle she pressed it into the eye of my cock.  Slowly it passed into the urethra canal.

       “A few drops of super glue to hold it into place… and there.”  Joan pronounced as she blew the glue dry.  Next she carefully dribbled wax about my cock until it was encased in a small layer of wax.  Then she placed a small toilet paper tube she had split and enlarged to create a mold.  Into this Joan began to pour molten wax from the fondue.  Slowly it built about my cock.  Joan was careful not to scald.  She blew into the mold and when it began to scald she encased the mold with a bag of ice.  Then she poured more wax into the mold.  The pain was breathe stopping as the molten first melted any protection from previous layers and then slowly began to congeal.  Joan left the mold and ice in place while she fussed about her wardrobe finding a bit of this and that for her date.

        “Now I am going to press two wicks into the side spiraling from the base to the top.  Then I will encase that in another 1 ½ inches of wax.”  Joan began.  I truly enjoyed the initial encasement.  Joan let the noose off of my cock.  The wax encasement held the flaccid member erect.  I could feel the wicks being pressed into the sides of the candle encasing my cock.  Finally, Joan placed another roll end about the encasement.  This she braced slightly for support.  Then she poured the molted wax into the mold.  Again the heat was nearly immediate, though there was no breach of the inner encasements.  As the wax cooled Joan removed the blind fold.  My eyes took a few minutes to adjust…

       I saw a wooden base across my thighs… and a candle nearly four inches across with three wicks at the center of the wood.  As I struggled to see I could feel the board holding my cock and balls securely above and in front of me. 

       Joan had done her make up, her hair, though other wise stood completely naked before me.  I loved the silky smooth look of her body.  Her breasts were wonderfully shaped… full and round at the bottom, sloping from the nipple to her chest, standing wonderfully outward.  Her nipples stood firm, as big as your little finger and almost ¾ in long.  Her areolas are large, dark, and well defined.  Her tummy was a bit round from kids but firm.  Her pussy was warm and wonderful to fuck.

       “The small birthday candle is one of the trick candles… you know Love… the ones that don’t blow out.”  She smiled and lit the center candle.  “There is about an inch of wax above the candle itself and about a half and inch of candle above your dick… I have to get ready for my date so you just lay there and watch the candle burn.  I just hope I am ready to leave before the wick gets to you… because that’s just gonna hurt if I’m not here to pull it out.  Then tomorrow night I’m gonna light my candle.”

       With that Joan turned the TV on… the volume up a bit loud… went into the bathroom… closed the door… and turned the water on.  I lay near panic starring at the candle burning at my center.   How would she hear me if the candle reached my cock?  But that was obviously the situation wasn’t it! 

       Joan put on a lacy powder blue bra.  It clasped in the front.  We had searched for two months to find just the right color with a front clasp.  Back clasping bras are such a pain to get into.  She jiggled her breasts to get the fit comfortable.  Next she slipped into matching panties.  These were also the result of diligent searching.  The sides were lacy with a shiny blue center panel that extended about covering both cheeks… but only just.  Then Joan fastened a garter belt about her waist.  It was white with light blue highlights.  We had made sure that every outfit was color coordinated.  When other men saw my wife naked or getting undressed they were going to see her in the best possible way.  Finally Joan sat upon the ‘throne’ to slip suntan hose over her legs.  She clipped each to the garter belt.  Joan peeked out the door, just to be sure…

       All was well for about the first fifteen minutes or so… then the small bowl of molten was at the base of the wick found a pin hole to leak thru.  The hot wax running between my cock and the wax encasement caught me by surprise.  I yelped… to no one there.  Then it continued to drip as the wick flickered about still burning the major fuel of the encasement.  I was worried…

       Joan put her blouse on.  It was a pretty floral pattern with too many buttons.  She left the top two unbuttoned as usual… then one more giving just a hint of the light blue bras beneath.  Her skirt was a pleated full pastel blue.  In the front was a split that ran half way from the waist to the hem.  The back had another similar split only this was loop buttoned in two places.  Only the fullness of the pleats covered the front.  If the pleats were pulled apart the skirt would separate to a hand width above her clit… and if the back loops were undone the skirt parted about three fingers below the top crack of her bottom.  Joan could be fucked from either side without removing her skirt.  We, I, had designed it for her.  She liked it… and used it… often…

       The small candle was exposed as Joan entered from the bathroom.  “I see a problem in your future, Hon.” Joan went to the dresser.  She pulled a small necklace from its place then pulled it about her neck.  She spent a moment doing the clasp.  Then matching earrings… The candle found flesh!

       “OUCH!  Help… here…”  Joan walked over and blew on the candle.  The light went out…. Then flickered back on… she blew it again…. again it came back on.  “Ouch!”  Finally she licked her fingers and tapped the wick out.  Gently she lifted it from my cock.

       “I don’t see any damage that won’t heal… just a bit of red with a hole in the middle.”

       “Funny.  Very funny.”  I said flatly.

       Joan untied my restraints.  I tried to move.  The cock block held me very securely.  I was restricted in how I could move and where I would be able to lay.  “This is cute.”

       “Well, I’m off to see Jim.  We’re going to do dinner and a play… then he has a suite at the Ramada for the night.  Be careful with my candle tonight.  I’m gonna light something tomorrow and I’d just as soon it was the candle and not YOU.”

       Jim sat next to Joan at dinner.  He likes to hide his hand under the table cloth.  Slowly he would slip it onto Joan’s lap searching with his fingers for the split in her skirt.  Upon finding it he waits for Joan to part her legs slightly and cover his hand with the ample pleats of her skirt.  Once there Jim spends most of the rest of dinner feeling Joan’s thigh… He always finished dinner by tracing the folds of her labia… and caressing her clit.  Many times Joan has cum under his attentions.  It is an erotic challenge for her to maintain decorum while she climaxes in the restaurant.  Tonight was no exception… The play was a bit less difficult because the lights were down and she could keep a bit more covered by the program.  It did no good to caution Jim… and Joan would not deny him. 

       Last year about this time I had suggested allowing Jim to control her sexually… something without restraints, limits, or proprieties.  Joan had said no, rather flatly.  SHE and she alone would control her sex… I understood really but the idea of control fascinated me.  I persisted in discussing it.  I found something erotic about someone other than Joan or me having some real say in what she did sexually.  I mean, realistically her pussy is hers and hers alone, and traditionally it is a marital privilege to share her pussy with me.  A third party even contemplating her pussy much less fucking her pussy is conventionally considered taboo.  Yet here we are, she with my encouragement and insistence, is indeed sharing her pussy with several third parties, yes, fucking them regularly…  So the lines of propriety and tradition are intentionally blurred by both of us. 

       Joan did the ‘What if….’scenarios….  “What if he wants to expose me… in public?  What if he wants me to fuck someone else?  What if he asks me to….”  The bottom line was unless there was some instrument of interest, such as the marital decree, then any obligation or commitment really did not exist, only obliged compliance.  And Joan did not want to loose control….  So we talked for several months back and forth…. Then finally I presented her with a bill of sale… She read it and tossed it back at me.  Several weeks later she took it to Jim presenting it to him as a fools joke.  He read it laughed and said the only way it would be valid is “IF” both Joan and I signed it.  Then it would only be as good as the paper it was written on unless the word of the parties upheld its value. 

       Joan returned it to me unsigned.  I signed it.  “My word is good, and what about you?”  She humphed at and walked away.  Joan held it for another month, and then signed it over to Jim after one of their dates… He paid the buck placing the Bill of Sale in his wallet.  Together we had sold her sex, NOT her, nor her body, just her sex to Jim… for the term of six months, for a buck… we modified it after the first six month term into the certificate here:

 

                       Let it be known by all who read that the bearer of this certificate,                inconsideration of one U.S. dollar, has purchase all rights to the sex and sexual uses of Joan, and may DISPLAY, ASSIGN or USE her sex in any manner or method, at any time or location, by means that the bearer may choose without consideration of refusal, denial or challenge by either Joan or her spouse:

               

       He used it… often.  Joan liked it.  She never said no, not because she had sold it to him but because she didn’t want to… though at times, like during dinner it had taken a bit more than a little effort to adjust to his finger fucking and cumming in public… she was up to the challenge, the fun, and the passion of it.

       

       The cock block was a bit more restraining that I had imagined.  Getting upright was next to impossible.  I felt like I was going to pull my boys right off.  But once up it was easier.  I could use the bathroom etc… but laying back down was another challenge.  Sleep was difficult too… in part because I knew that Joan was busy fucking Jim at the Ramada… and partly because of this damn cock block.  The candle was heavy, it’s weight pulled upon my cock just being there.  I struggled through the night… a long night to be sure.

       “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.  We’ve been seeing each other for about a year now, right?”  Joan nodded as she walked thru the door of the hotel room.   “Tonight… well… I invited a friend… for a three-some… after we … you know, because I want you first.  Then I’m gonna take a shower.  He will join you.  After you get to know him, and well, you know, take care of him… well… the three of us are gonna spend the night together.”

       “You expect me to ‘do’ a complete stranger?”  Joan objected. 

       “He’s a good client… and a friend… and yes, I do.”  Jim followed her into the room. 

       “A client?  What am I a prostitute?”  Joan asked as she turned to face him.

       “No… but you could be.”  Jim pressed her into the wall by the door. 

       “You gonna pimp me out to your friends and clients now?”  Joan asked as she French kissed him.  Jim began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

       “I hadn’t considered it.”  He slipped her blouse off tossing it away.  Almost instantly Joan stepped from her skirt lying at her feet.  She fumbled with his belt.

       “And what I am worth to you?”  She asked as his pants fell to the floor.  She began to undo the buttons of his shirt as Jim cupped her breasts.

       “More than he could afford!  You wanna be cheap or upper class?”  Joan stopped and looked at Jim for several long seconds.

       “It’s not for the money, right, but for the fun and thrill of it.”  She asked.  Jim nodded.  “But I get the money… all of it… right?”  Jim nodded accordingly.

       “Cheap, no… inexpensive, maybe…. no, a bargain… Yes, a bargain, that’s it.  Okay, an affordable working-girl tonight!”  Jim smiled…

       “Sure.”  They laughed falling into bed.  Joan mounted Jim riding him with all the passions she could feel.  They lay together for several minutes.  Jim sat upright dialing a number on his cell…

       “You got fifty bucks on you?”  Jim asked.  “Cuz it’s gonna cost you that much.”  Jim winked at Joan.  “It was, but things change… fourty it is… yes… ten minutes then.”  He hung up.

       Joan could not really believe what had just happened.  She had gone from a ‘recreational fuck’ to a ‘fourty dollar whore’ in less than a minute.  There was a knock at the door.  Jim opened the door.

       “Got the money?”  He took out his wallet, extracted two new twenties giving them to Jim.  Jim folded the money between his fingers then placing it upon the desk at the foot of the bed.  With that he walked into the bathroom. 

       Joan sat up in bed as the shower came on.  “I’m Joan.”

       “Ben.”  He began to undress.  “I wasn’t aware that you were… you know…”

       “I wasn’t until you walked thru the door and Jim took the money… so now I am… you know… your whore for the evening.”

       “Oh.  Do you mind?”

       “Some… do you?”

       “No.”  He climbed into bed next to Joan.

       “Forty bucks gets you sloppy seconds tonight…”  Joan felt his hand upon her breast.  “All night long I am told…” and with that Joan consummated the sale.  Ben was long and hard, though not as thick as Jim. 

       The shower stopped.  Joan lay next to Ben.  He was done for the moment.  She simply had to pee.  Joan stood.  It was embarrassing to stand naked in front of a perfect stranger… thought I guess you could hardly call him a perfect stranger now.  His cock had just made a deposit in her pussy.  That made him more of an investor than a stranger.  She took the money putting it into her purse.

       Tap…. Tap…. Jim exited wearing only a towel.  He kissed Joan and winked at Ben who just smiled.  Joan slipped passed him.  She needed to use the bathroom.  Jim noticed the money missing from the table as she closed the door.  The shower started soon after. 

       The realization of fucking for money was setting in upon Joan.  She felt dirty… and need to wash off.  The warm water felt good, though thoughts of Jim selling her to clients became more disturbing as she soaped up.  He had a habit of doing things… and she had little doubt that this would not be an isolated incident.  She had agreed to do ‘whatever’ in the bill of sale and this was definitely in that area.  She had consummated the sale, and she knew it would not be the last.  Nuts!

       Joan wrapped a towel about her as she left the bathroom.  Ben went to take care of his business.

       “So now what?”  Joan asked. 

       “Well, I was figuring on a three-some tonight…. Are you okay with that?”  Jim asked.  If she said no Jim would respect that.  Joan would not say no, even though she knew that Jim would accept a simple no. 

       “Okay with tonight?  Yes.  I meant with the selling my favors thing.”  Joan stated flatly.

       “Oh.  I hadn’t given it much thought really.  How do you want it handled?”  Jim asked quietly.  “I mean I’m sure it will come up again, so what do you want?” 

       “I’m not for sale… I’m not a whore…. except now I am… because you sold me to him… and I consummated the sale…  YOU have the Bill of Sale and I will not deny or renege it because of this… You OWN my favors and they will honor your request… so what are your plans?”  Joan asked.  “The occasional client is one thing but do you have other ideas about selling me?”

       “Not sure really.  I’m a bit possessive really.  I mean tonight is for a three-some… and once in a while with a client, well, maybe.  I don’t need the money and neither do you… so it has to be for fun… so maybe… yes… no, maybe… no, yes, I will, once in a while… we’ll see what scenario works for both of us.”

       “Not, works for me.”  Joan said again.

       “No, I think a weekend… yes, definitely… an organized weekend of prostitution… maybe even a brothel… Yes… maybe a brothel… “  He smiled wryly extracting irritation for his suggestions… “No, not really, but definitely a weekend once in a while… “

       Ben entered the room.  Jim took Joan’s towel from her leaving her standing naked in front of them both.  And with out a stand of hair to hide her she was truly naked as the day she was born.  Joan climbed on to the bed, center and lay down facing Jim.  Ben took the other side.  Jim began to kiss her and message her breast.  Ben began to caress her bottom and thighs.  It took only a few minutes before Joan was moaning and wiggling about.  Ben pressed his cock down along the crack of her bottom.  Slowly as she wiggled about the men the tip of his cock found the opening of her bottom.  He pressed it upon her.  She leaned her hips back to his pelvis allowing his cock to press firmly upon the round sphincter.  It gave way slowly allowing Ben to butt fuck her.  Once inside Jim entered her pussy with his thicker hard cock. As Joan moved with the sexual motion of each she changed penetrations…. Slip away from Jim’s cock at her pussy and impale herself on Bens cock at her bottom… and vice versa.  Joan came over and over…. Then the men filled her with hot cum.  Sleep was light, the night short.  Move and one, the other or both would fuck her. Both men penetrated every orifice of Joan.  She came, sucked, and fucked wildly.  Morning found her tired, content, needing a shower, to brush her teeth and gargle… cum left an awful morning mouth… and she had to worse she could remember.

       

       Ever watched, or had to watch someone else’s cock enter you wife’s pussy?  Well, neither had I until later the next day.  I fought the cock block and candle until about six.  I said nothing and did very little.

       “Jack is coming over tonight… I want you to shed a bit of light for the evening.”  That was all Joan had said before leaving for the day.  Who the hell was Jack?  I thought I knew her lovers but this did not ring a bell.

       At six I was laid across the coffee table.  I was securely tied to the legs.  Joan proceeded to pallet wrap me to the table… in blue.  As each layer was added I became more a fixture that anything else.  A pillow at my head for comfort and I was wrapped in tight… except for my eyes.  I could not turn my head nor could I speak.  I could see the ceiling and with a bit of effort the events to the side.

       The doorbell rang.  Joan turned the lights down low…  Jack was a nice looking younger man.  He entered kissing Joan softly on the cheek.  She poured themselves a drink before sitting on the couch beside the coffee table.  Jack starred in silence.

       “Oh, that’s my husband… he is providing light for the evening.”  And with that she lit the candle about my dick… She dimmed the lights again and sat next to Jack.  She kissed him passionately.  Jack seemed a bit preoccupied.  He kissed her back… his hand found her breast.  Softly he massaged her breast as they kissed.  Joan’s, my wife’s, nipples were hard as rocks bulging beneath her tricot bra and pale blouse.  His hand fell to her knee… and slipped upwards.  Joan accepted his touch.  But when he got too far up her dress she stood.

       “I forgot something.  I’ll be right back.”  And with that she left the room.  I had no idea what could have been so important at the moment.  She returned with a pair of scissors and a clothes hanger… one of those they hang skirts on at the store…. the ones with clips to hold things from falling off.

       Without a word she snipped carefully about each of my nipples removing the pallet wrap.  Then without hesitation she slipped the end of the hanger about my nipple sliding the clasp closed.  I winced in pain.

       “Now don’t worry Luv”, she cooed, “This is going to hurt lots.”  With that she closed the clasp about the other nipple.

       Sitting on the couch next to Jack she took his hand and slipping it up her skirt Joan commented, “I remember.”

       Pools of molten wax slipped down the interior of the candle scalding my cock and balls.  I winced struggling with the discomfort.  My nipples burned wildly.  Jack found the buttons of my wife’s blouse.  Within a few minutes her blouse was open, her bra unclasped and Jack was sucking gently on my wife’s left tit… his other hand banging away at her panty clad slit.

       By the time the candle had exposed the helmet of my cock Joan was naked writhing at Jack’s touch.  He laid on the couch next to me, his cock protruding into the air.  I watched a Joan sat slowly upon it.  At first it pressed upon her swollen labia… then it bent… Joan arched forward… her passion juice lubricating the skin.  It parted… the labia folded inward upon his cock… her sex spread at the pressing of his cock… slowly she sat fully downward burying his engorged cock inside her hot body.  She arched backward forcing him deep inside.  She moaned lifting herself upward.  His cock glistened with her pussy juices in the soft flickering light of the candle about MY cock.  Joan sat slowly downward impaling herself again…. she worked her pussy, her clit, her passions into a frenzy…. Jack matched her…. Pussy juices soaking his balls… the pace quickened…. Joan’s tummy twitched…. She was close to cumming.  Jack buried his cock into her pulling her down upon him with both hands.  The both came almost together.  I could see his cock pumping jism… her tummy convulsing, sucking his sperm deep into her sex.

       Hot Wax regained my focus….  The flame touched my cock.  I stirred again.  Joan climbed off… Jack’s flaccid dick slipped from her pussy…. Semen seeped about her lips as she blew out the flame.

       After a quick shower Joan cut the bindings… removing the hanger, as blood rushed into my nipples with almost screamed with agony. 

       “Well, Luv, The candle worked very well, set the mood and all…. But now for the dilemma of the board…. I am simply not sure how to get it off….  I guess you’ll have to figure out something or deal with it hanging about…

       Now that was a bit of a problem…  From the angle I had I could barely reach the screws she had so easily tightened down.  I felt like I was pulling my balls near off as I worked about with the screw driver.  In only an hour or so I managed to get them out.  But remember she had glued the seam together with a wood epoxy.  Not only did I not have leverage to break it but it simply would not break at the seam.  I rested and considered my options.  The ER was not an option!  Living with it was not an option!  And breaking it was impossible… so I would have to cut it carefully… but the coping saw was in the work area… outside…. And she was not about to get it for me… Getting dressed failed.  I was obliged to walk to the garage quite naked with this damned block about my sex.  Once there it only took another ten minutes to cut it off… but in my frustration with the damn thing I had forgotten clothes.  SO… I had to walk back to the house quite naked… and irritated!

       

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