"Rae?" Luna asked tentatively, I looked up at her with apprehension. I've never been in a position like this, let alone naked, I think having a little apprehension is forgivable. Right?
She patted my cheek twice before moving her hands down, along the indent of my collarbone and the curve of my ribs, then the lean muscle of my stomach, and finally to my lower waist. My legs are spread for her and I'm sitting on the bed, but because of the bonds around my thighs and calves, keeping me in a kneeling position no matter how hard I fight it, I couldn't close them if I wanted to.
There's a gag in my mouth as well, so I can't tell her to stop. My arms are tied tightly behind my back by a pair of leather cuffs that trap my forearms together, so I can't stop her with my hands either, I'm completely at her mercy.
I'm scared of course, I mean, who wouldn't be? I feel baren in front of her, and it's only amplified because I'm not allowed to move. If I was in this position but wearing clothes it would be as bad, or if I was naked but free to move around, that would be okay too. I just think that all of this at once it... it's a little much.
But I can't shake this feeling of excitement that comes with the bondage. The feeling that I don't belong to myself and to her instead, but I don't fear being killed or beaten like I used to. This time I know that she's not only hurting me because she enjoys it but that she'll stop if I'm uncomfortable and will take care of me after.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
I nodded. Luna stood from her crouch earlier and went over to the low table in front of her loveseat, she grabbed one of the candles and brought it back over to me, being careful not to drop any of the hot wax.
She roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at her, then held the candle threateningly close. There's no emotion on her face but perhaps malice, something evil behind her eyes as the golden set tears into me.
A sharp burning erupted on my thigh, making me gasp, and send a muffled groan through the gag. I couldn't tear my face away from her, but had to keep watching her, Luna just looked right at me while she poured more of the wax on any exposed skin. The process repeated over and over until there was such a thick coating of wax on my legs that any new drops couldn't be felt.
She's still using the white wax, the one that burns at a lower temperature. When the candle ran out she let go of my chin and my head dropped, my breathing a bit ragged, and my focus more on my legs than Luna.
They're covered in wax, all of the individual drops gathering together to form a thick layer on my tender skin. The wax has hardened to almost a translucent state where I can see all of it on me, but I guess it'll slowly turn white as it cools off. Is she going to do that to the rest of my body? Cover it in the wax and make me feel like I'm on fire because she enjoys it?
Is this what she's been doing to her slave when she was down here? Lilian would never tell me what happened in the playroom, and I always thought it was because Luna told her not to tell anyone. But maybe the positions she was in, and the things Luna did to her, were so provocative that she doesn't want to face the embarrassment.
I don't blame her, Luna can be quite... assertive.
Luna came back with one hand behind her back, hiding something from my view that makes me both excited and terrified. She stroked my cheek calmly, smiling down at me and making my chest swell with pride. Then she unlocked the gag around the back of my head and helped it out of my mouth.
I stretched out my jaw, opening and tensing it to make sure it didn't lock. Then she kissed me gently, her lips danced on mine, and the pain of my legs faded to the back of my mind. I sighed into the kiss and tried to reach forward to deepen it, but because of my restraints, it was of no use. Instead, she pulled away but kept her hand on my face, so that I was still looking up at her, but it was of my own accord. She smiled kindly, a genuine smile that I remember seeing for the first time not too long ago.
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Deserae
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