It’s around noon on a Saturday and I’m curled up lazily on my sofa, reading a book on my kindle. I’d been distracted for the last hour or so and couldn’t really keep my mind on the story, and I kept taking little breaks to make some tea or scroll through reddit before slumping back onto the couch to make it a few more pages into my book. Beth and I had been seeing each other for around three weeks, and she’d come over for drinks the night before and ended up staying over. I turned another page in my book and tried not to think about her, and failed miserably. I put down my kindle and stretched my legs out on the sofa, letting my fingers move down to my hips and under the waistband of my leggings. I thought about Beth wearing just a loose top and panties, her wrists bound with black rope to my headboard. I closed my eyes and let my fingers move lower, just grazing my clit and spreading my lips apart to feel how wet I was. I thought about how I’d used a leather belt to bind Beth’s ankles together before securing the blindfold over her eyes, about the way her tongue ran over her lips with anticipation when she felt me check the ties around her wrists one last time. I let my fingers drift slowly around my clit, slipping a finger inside my pussy and feeling my own breathing getting heavier, and thought about how earlier that morning I had left Beth to strain against the rope around her wrists and that belt around her ankles as I went to go lay down on the couch to read for awhile. I was hoping to let her struggle for at least a few hours but it was barely ninety minutes before I was slipping out of my leggings and walking back to the bedroom. I saw Beth start to squirm a little as soon as she heard me come back into the room. My fingers were still wet from teasing myself on the couch, and the second I bent down and brought them to her lips she started to lick them clean.
*Good girl*, I whispered.
I pulled my fingers away and straddled her, letting my nails run up her thighs and over her ribs, then moving my fingers under her shirt to just barely graze her tits. I lifted Beth’s shirt over her breasts and started to gently tease her nipples with one hand while the other ran over her ribs again, my nails digging a little deeper and leaving little red trails across her skin. I heard Beth gasp as I gently pinched one of her nipples between my fingers, and saw her start to strain against the ropes securing her to the bed as I started to pinch harder.
I leaned forward and slapped her in the face and heard her immediately whimper.
*If I wanted to watch you struggle then I wouldn’t have bothered to tie you up so tightly, would I?*
*No, Ms. Katie*, she moaned.
*You don’t want me to get up and leave you alone for another few hours, do you pet?*
*No!* She gasped. *No, Ms. Katie. Please.*
*Then we’re going to have to teach you a lesson today, aren’t we?*
Before she could answer I moved off of her and grabbed a long drip candle from my nightstand, pausing to light it with a match. The smell of sulfur lingered in the air for just a moment as I moved back over to Beth and let my nails dig deep into her thighs as I moved the candle over her body, letting it hover in the air for a few moments while she waited for the first bit of wax to fall. She let out a cry as the first few drops hit her belly in quick succession, then I watched as she braced herself for more wax that never came. The second I saw her body begin to unclench I let some more of the wax drip down onto her thighs, then her calves, each cascade of it sending out small cries as she tried not to struggle away from the falling wax. She shrieked a little as I let a small pool of hot wax fall onto her breasts, and her shrieks turned into a moan as I let my other hand run over her panties and started to tease her clit. I let another few drops of hot wax fall onto her chest as my hand slipped under the fabric and began teasing her dripping pussy.
*You do like when I’m a little rough with you, don’t you pet?*
*Yes, Ms. Katie,* she whimpered before another arc of hot wax dripped onto her chest and caused her to gasp. I let my fingers explore her wetness a little as I took in the sight of her, little splotches of wax dotting most of her upper body. I blew out the candle and set it down.
I saw her let out a little breath of relief but decided not to punish her for that. Instead I let my other hand caress her body where the wax had already cooled while the fingers of my other hand slid deeper inside her pussy, letting my thumb start to move over her clit. Beth began moaning harder as I worked her clit even faster, and her wrists instinctively strained against the ropes. The second she did my hand left her pussy just long enough to deliver a hard slap against her clit. She immediately cried out and strained against the ropes even harder.
*What did I say about those wrists, pet?*
*I’m sorry, Ms. Katie, please,* she whispered.
I got up from the bed and grabbed the pair of blunted scissors from my nightstand, then with two snips cut through her panties and tossed the cloth to the floor.
*Lessons, pet, lessons,* I said. *You get ten slaps and that first one doesn’t count.*
*Yes, Ms. Katie.*
With her pussy now exposed I could see just how wet she was, and I knew that she was enjoying this. The first slap came without warning and I heard her cry out and then whisper, *one*.
*I couldn’t hear that, pet. You obviously didn’t want that first one to count.*
I slapped her pussy again, harder this time, and she immediately let out a scream. *One!*
*Good girl,* I teased.
Her pussy was already getting red as blood rushed into her skin with every slap, and after the first six her body was trembling and her breathing was coming quick. I let two fingers slide inside her again and she let out a breathless sigh, my other hand gently rubbing around her clit. I knew she was extra sensitive from those first few slaps but this just brought her close quicker, and it was only a few minutes before she was begging me to let her cum.
I let my hand move up and gave her another hard slap against her clit.
*No,* she whimpered.
*What was that, pet?*
*Seven,* she moaned.
My fingers began to caress her pussy again until she was moaning and begging me to let her cum.
*Not yet, baby.*
*Please,* she begged.
Another slap. *Eight,* she cried. Then *nine*. Then *ten*.
I could see tears running down her face under the blindfold and for some reason, that turned me on even more. I undid the belt around her ankles and moved between her legs, letting my tongue flick around her clit, gently kissing and teasing her with my tongue as I fucked her cunt with two fingers. She gasped and begged me not to stop. My tongue danced over her clit as I felt her body start to clench, and she started begging me one last time, and as I told her to cum for me she shuddered as wave after wave shook her body, her toes curling as she ground her pussy against my face.
As she lay there, breathing hard, I laid my head down against her thighs and started to run my fingers over the wax that had fallen across her belly. We stayed like that for a few minutes until I moved on top of her and kissed her deeply on the lips, breaking off the kiss just long enough to whisper in her ear.
*My turn, pet.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k5x2sc/beth_spent_the_night_ff_bdsm_wax_play