Semi-dark fantasy
I do have an almost dark somewhat detailed fantasy.
It begins with my being restrained spread-eagle on a wooden floor or lashed to a Saint Andrew's Cross swung almost flat and being power rotated. I'm wearing a spider gag, 60 dBA + noise reduction headphones, and an absolutely lightproof hood. My hands are splayed with every finger tightly restrained, perhaps by old-style cable clamps screwed to the floor or to wood clamped to the cross, and my exposed palms are wearing bicycle tire rubber bands decorated with string knots. Similar bands are around my arches with my shins totally immobilized. My big toes are bent back and tied by no-stretch cords to clover clamps on the opposite nipples/areolae. The air is redolent with the aroma of melted wax, excited dripping vulvae, tinged with a bit of ozone, and an undercurrent of strings of testosterone and pre-cum.
My anticipation has grown to the point that every breath ends with a whine. Suddenly a flood of hot wax covers my mons and drains along my labia. I scream. Soon a soothing hand rubs and pats my mons. While I was distracted one band on each hand was tensioned almost to the breaking point. They are released simultaneously. Another, slightly louder scream comes out. A pair of single tails start painting the sides of my breasts and I let loose a long, wavering moan. A strop starts stroking my labia knocking loose the cooled wax. I just start to grin when I scream again in surprise as a waxing strip is yanked from my mons tearing out my newly-sprouted landing strip.
Narrow bamboo canes start slowly playing my shins like they were snare drums. Rapidly repeated pats from a quoit or a stiff belt are making my clit and hood swell. The drum strikes become faster and more intense. As a cold, cold metal butt plug dripping with ice water enters my ass I lose it, loudly ululating as I cum with nice thick white lube dripping from my cunt.
The bands on my feet are being snapped so fast that the sting from one snap doesn't fade before another arrives, increasing and increasing the intensity of the stings. I'm getting quite close to subspace. A cattle prod is held against my clit and the button taped down. Zap. Squeel. Zap. Squeel. Relentlessly, every two seconds or so, the prod recharges and fires.
I slip into subspace and the shocks gain a pleasurable component and I want them to continue and become more rapid. They don't speed up, but within 15 zaps I cum again. The prod is withdrawn and I whine, but it's replaced by a Hitachi set to it's maximum power.
A ring and middle finger enter my vagina, curl, and locate my happy-spot. The arm they're attached to starts moving very rapidly and they firmly stoke my spot. I cum again. In seconds I'm climbing back up the slope to shoot over the cliff in another orgasm. As far as my brain can tell the orgasms are constant.
I'm falling deeper into subspace. Everything those sadistic hands are doing to me is giving me some form of pleasure. The cattle prod starts going off against my butt plug. Someone's plucking the clover clamp strings like they were harp strings. A Taser is going off on one if my butt cheeks, causing my back to try and arch, making those muscles burn very intensely and throwing me into the longest and most intense orgasm of the session.
I've lost all ability to communicate, shouting nonsense syllables and cumming, unable to respond to my Top's questions. The session is ended and I'm removed from all restraints. When the hood is removed the bright lights sends spikes of pure pleasure into my brain. I'm still far away in subspace and experiencing orgasms.
I'm carried into a dark place, laid on my back, my labia spread, and a bag of frozen peas shoved against my vulva. The orgasm flood slows. A cold compress is placed on my forehead.
I'm rolled onto my left side and someone starts spooning with me and occasionally whispering "Good girl." into my ear. I have two little, gentle orgasms and then they completely stop. I fall asleep wrapped in someone's arms.
It begins with my being restrained spread-eagle on a wooden floor or lashed to a Saint Andrew's Cross swung almost flat and being power rotated. I'm wearing a spider gag, 60 dBA + noise reduction headphones, and an absolutely lightproof hood. My hands are splayed with every finger tightly restrained, perhaps by old-style cable clamps screwed to the floor or to wood clamped to the cross, and my exposed palms are wearing bicycle tire rubber bands decorated with string knots. Similar bands are around my arches with my shins totally immobilized. My big toes are bent back and tied by no-stretch cords to clover clamps on the opposite nipples/areolae. The air is redolent with the aroma of melted wax, excited dripping vulvae, tinged with a bit of ozone, and an undercurrent of strings of testosterone and pre-cum.
My anticipation has grown to the point that every breath ends with a whine. Suddenly a flood of hot wax covers my mons and drains along my labia. I scream. Soon a soothing hand rubs and pats my mons. While I was distracted one band on each hand was tensioned almost to the breaking point. They are released simultaneously. Another, slightly louder scream comes out. A pair of single tails start painting the sides of my breasts and I let loose a long, wavering moan. A strop starts stroking my labia knocking loose the cooled wax. I just start to grin when I scream again in surprise as a waxing strip is yanked from my mons tearing out my newly-sprouted landing strip.
Narrow bamboo canes start slowly playing my shins like they were snare drums. Rapidly repeated pats from a quoit or a stiff belt are making my clit and hood swell. The drum strikes become faster and more intense. As a cold, cold metal butt plug dripping with ice water enters my ass I lose it, loudly ululating as I cum with nice thick white lube dripping from my cunt.
The bands on my feet are being snapped so fast that the sting from one snap doesn't fade before another arrives, increasing and increasing the intensity of the stings. I'm getting quite close to subspace. A cattle prod is held against my clit and the button taped down. Zap. Squeel. Zap. Squeel. Relentlessly, every two seconds or so, the prod recharges and fires.
I slip into subspace and the shocks gain a pleasurable component and I want them to continue and become more rapid. They don't speed up, but within 15 zaps I cum again. The prod is withdrawn and I whine, but it's replaced by a Hitachi set to it's maximum power.
A ring and middle finger enter my vagina, curl, and locate my happy-spot. The arm they're attached to starts moving very rapidly and they firmly stoke my spot. I cum again. In seconds I'm climbing back up the slope to shoot over the cliff in another orgasm. As far as my brain can tell the orgasms are constant.
I'm falling deeper into subspace. Everything those sadistic hands are doing to me is giving me some form of pleasure. The cattle prod starts going off against my butt plug. Someone's plucking the clover clamp strings like they were harp strings. A Taser is going off on one if my butt cheeks, causing my back to try and arch, making those muscles burn very intensely and throwing me into the longest and most intense orgasm of the session.
I've lost all ability to communicate, shouting nonsense syllables and cumming, unable to respond to my Top's questions. The session is ended and I'm removed from all restraints. When the hood is removed the bright lights sends spikes of pure pleasure into my brain. I'm still far away in subspace and experiencing orgasms.
I'm carried into a dark place, laid on my back, my labia spread, and a bag of frozen peas shoved against my vulva. The orgasm flood slows. A cold compress is placed on my forehead.
I'm rolled onto my left side and someone starts spooning with me and occasionally whispering "Good girl." into my ear. I have two little, gentle orgasms and then they completely stop. I fall asleep wrapped in someone's arms.
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