By Candlelight

Continued from Riding the Rope...

Now it was becoming clear why Heron hadn't eaten earlier.

He disappeared downstairs for a moment and returned with his dinner, setting it down in the dresser.  The tower and chair had been removed from the center of our bedroom and was replaced with the massage table, covered by a table cloth.  He helped me up onto it and cradled my head lovingly as I laid flat on my back.   As He walked around tying my arms and legs down to the corners of the table, He explained that tonight, I would be His table.

Now, I've heard of people being used as furniture before and had silently wondered what it would be like.  Would it be hot, humiliating, maybe a bit both?  However, I guess in this situation, I would be considered more the place mat than the table, but it was erotic nonetheless and didn't seem humiliating at all.

He carefully laid the plate on my stomach and the salad bowl on my pelvis.  What He did next, I could have never imagined in a million years.  He flicked off the light, stood over me lighting a candle, and told me He intended to eat His dinner by candlelight.  And I was going to be the candle holder. Before I had a chance to think ir say anything, He placed it in my mouth, almost touching my throat.  I bit down slightly holding onto it ever so slightly with my teeth.  My lips closed and locked around it, to ensure it was firmly in place.

I laid perfectly still, focusing only on the flickering light dancing above my head, and the sound of Him starting to eat.  After finishing His salad, He placed the Hitachi on the table in between my legs and proceeded on to the main course.  As He ate, He would reach down intermittently and turned the vibrator on and off, just to make my predicament a little more "exciting".

Being used in such a way was incredibly hot and I was so close to the edge of orgasm, but I didn't dare for fear that I might lose control of the candle.  Not to mention I didn't have permission. And with my mouth full, couldn't have asked anyways. 

I continued watching the warm glow and began worrying when I saw the wax liquifying and teetering on the top of the pillar.  In the end, despite my best efforts, one lone drip made it's way down to my lips and trailed ever so slightly across my cheek.  He could tell by my reaction, it was hot so He quickly blew it out, checked to make sure I was alright, and then resumed eating.

When He finished, He stood beside me, picking the dried wax from my cheek and complimented me for being such a brave girl.  Wow!  That was like hearing "good girl" times 10.

Now, I knew there were several ways that the whole scene could have gone terribly wrong. But I completely trusted that He would keep me safe and it made me so proud to have stayed calm and pleased Him enough to earn such sweet praise.

After helping me up off the table, He told me to put on my robe and we went downstairs and was treated to a yummy bowl of cake and ice cream. We relaxed for a little bit before heading back upstairs for the next round.

Just some words of caution if you ever engage in this type of play...no hairspray, no perfume or cologne, and never leave your partner unattended even for a second.  And truth be told, if Heron had it to do over again, He would have used a drip guard at the base of the candle or used a drip-less candle.  We were lucky in that the drip didn't burn me but it was a lesson learned.  And while we both enjoy   wax play, it's better to be safe than sorry around the face. 

Pulled in All Directions

For the moment, I have the house to myself.  Heron is fishing, the girls are off getting their hair done, and I am thoroughly enjoying some peace and quiet.  After being sick, the house is long overdue for a cleaning so I'm working on that along and along. Plenty of things to do but I just can't get last night off my mind.  Maybe I need a cold shower.   

After almost a month of complete chastity, you can imagine my excitement when Heron told me to take off my clothes and kneel in the center of the bed.  Beaming from ear to ear, it  might as well have been Christmas morning!
 
Kneeling with legs slightly spread, my wrists bound behind my back.

Rope...attached to the cuffs on my ankles, secured to the far corners of the headboard. 

My upper body lays back, shoulders pressed against the mattress, back arching, tits pointing to the ceiling.  

Rope...attached to the cuffs on my wrists, slides underneath me, secured to the center of the footboard.

My folds instantly lay open like a flower, completely exposed, throbbing with anticipation.

Nipples standing erect, longing to be touched.  Smaller rope...attached to each one, secured to the far corners of the headboard, pulling them up and away from my body. 

More rope. Thicker, coarser rope now wrapped around my neck, also tied to the headboard.

Everything pulled tight. I lose myself, finding comfort in the discomfort it brings, wondering what will be His next move. 

The dildo glistens with my saliva, parting my lower lips, filling the ache between my legs. 

The wand buzzes wildly on my clit, pressing and rotating, driving me to the edge almost instantly.

Pulling away just in time, He encourages my body to follow, taunting and teasing me with words.  

Half of my body, squirming and desperate to move those few inches, seeking to find the source of pleasure.  The other half, fighting against the bonds that hold me.  

Nothing matters except the greediness that consumes me, the ultimate desire to fill the emptiness and quench the fire.

 Finally finding what I need so badly, I ride the torment and the explosion seems to never end.

Sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words...

A Predicament

As much as I had hoped things would settle down a bit now that Heron has a break from school, this week has shaped up to be another one filled with craziness and absolutely not a minute of privacy.  Well, except that five minutes earlier in the week where I found myself in quite the predicament.

After cleaning up from dinner on Monday, I went up to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.  He, however, had other plans.  Plans that involved my working out...kind of. 

As soon as I entered the room, I saw that He had been fumbling around in the toy cabinet and had all sorts of stuff laid out on the bed.  He told me to take everything off and put on a pair of workout shorts and my sneakers. 

The room was so cold and I wished I could have had more clothes but I figured whatever He was up to, I would get warm in a hurry.  After dressing as I was told, I knelt in the middle of the floor and waited beside the heater we have set up for those especially cold nights.   

Off the main part of our bedroom is a sitting room, which we have turned into a small workout area.  After a few minutes of waiting, He told me to go stand and wait for him on the treadmill. 

While I waited, my body was covered in goosebumps, more from the cold than excitement.  Watching as He walked over to me holding a pair of clover clamps, I knew pretty quickly his intentions.  He began stroking my left nipple to a firm peak and I let out a gasp when He first put the first one on.  The cold seemed to make everything more sensitive and intense.

He looped the chain from the clamps through the hand rail on the front of the treadmill and then attached the clamp to my right nipple.  Realizing that this wouldn't be long enough, He went back to the pile on the bed, returning with another set of clovers. 

I held my breath as He unclamped one side and re-clamped it with one of the clovers from the second set. He then looped and secured each chain individually around the handrail, allowing plenty more room for me to now stand up straight.

Oh, yeah...I shouldn't forget to mention that before putting on the clamps, my wrists had been handcuffed behind my back.

So standing next to me, He set the treadmill at 1 MPH and pressed START.  No problem.  Almost too slow really but an extremely comfortable speed. It was slow enough that I could walk easily without any pulling and very little bouncing. Don't know if you're like me but I try to be stealth like and move very little when wearing the clovers.  

After the first minute, He increased it to 3 MPH.  Fast enough now that things were starting to jiggle but I was keeping up with minimal discomfort. 

Another minute and now 4 MPH.  This is the speed at which the "predicament" started.  Being as short as I am, 4 MPH is definitely considered speed walking.  I'm forced to significantly speed up or suffer torturing my own nipples.  But speeding up also means there is no way to avoid the bouncing and jiggling.  Really, the lesser of two evils though.   

I almost freaked out when I saw Him reach over to set it at 5 MPH, knowing I would be forced to jog. I wasn't so focused on the pain in my nipples anymore but my legs were burning like hell.  And if I wasn't able to keep up, well you can imagine. 

By 6 MPH, I was begging Him to stop, knowing my legs were about to give out. Apparently being sick had taken a toll on my stamina.  He grabbed one of my arms to steady me and turned the machine off.

As soon as the clamps and the handcuffs came off and I was back on solid ground, He tapped my shoulders downwards signalling for me to kneel on the floor in front of Him.  His cock was already straining to be set free so I quickly unzipped His pants and took Him in my mouth, savoring His excitement, until He stopped me wanting to save the rest for later. 

Apparently, He is quite the fan of predicament bondage and once I could catch my breath, I didn't mind it too much either:)

 Hope you all have a great weekend!!