Of course, in the back of my mind, I knew this arrangement was rather odd. I didn’t really know MC. What did I really know about him? And there were many things I might not be able to trust him about. But so far, under these limited circumstances, he’d shown himself to be worthy of my trust from a D/s perspective. For me that was rare, and I trusted him more than I ever trusted Spencer.

The wax continued to drip onto my skin, each drop heightening my arousal.

“Now I want you to imagine you’re taking my cock in your mouth.”

“Mmm.”

“Fuck that cunt with that cock. And open your mouth for another one. You can’t get enough cock, can you?”

“No, sir.” My arms were stretched above me, and I closed my eyes, thinking what it would be like to be filled in two holes, my mouth and my cunt, being fucked while hot wax ignited my senses. That fantasy pushed me over the edge.

“Come for me. I want you to come for me hard.”

I complied, my skin stinging from the molten torture, and I gasped as the pleasure-spiked pain wracked my body with the exquisite shivers as I climaxed. My drenched channel tightened around the toy inside me, and as the spasms ebbed, I drifted into an adrenaline-laced rapture.

When I heard the catch in his voice that told me that, he too, on the other end of our connection had found release, unadulterated happiness permeated my consciousness. I pictured his cock erupting, ejecting white liquid ropes of cum, and wished I could be with him to lap it up.

Afterward, we fell into our usual pattern of rehashing the evening’s events—the cyber equivalent of smoking a cigarette post-coitus. I loved how he talked to me during those times. At the beginning of our sessions he was mean and harsh. But by the end, after I jumped through all his hoops like a good circus pup, he was usually quite engaging. Sometimes even nice.

I blew out the candle with one big whiff, uncurled the ropes from my wrists, and ripped the tape off my ankles. It took a few moments to remove all the tape and untangle myself from all the accoutrements my online Dom had me use during tonight’s extended session. When I was done, I reached for a super-soft wine-colored throw and burrowed underneath it, tucking my knees to my chest and hugging myself while my heart rate slowly returned to normal.

“How am I going to get all this wax off my skin?” I asked him.

“Ah, it is a rather messy endeavor. Sorry about that. Probably one of the reasons we won’t be doing it for every session. But it should peel right off.”

“All right.” I had gobs of wax still attached to my body but I’d clean it up later, after our debriefing. In some ways, our talks at the end were the best part.

“So what did you think?”

“Other than it being messy, I really liked it. It was a nice long session, and I like that you pushed me past where I would have normally gone.”

“I love the way you fucking danced for me. My cock was raging hard, listening to your anguish.”

I sat up. He wasn’t usually this forthcoming about his own desire. “Really?”

“Yes, raging hard, fucking chiseled. So hard my thick vein was popping out and throbbing in my grip. Hot wax can be agonizing at times, but it can also be extremely pleasurable if you’re getting fucked hard at the same time. I’d love to take you from behind, drip that wax on your back, your ass, and feel you force that cunt against me.”

“That sounds heavenly. I feel like I’m doing better about coming when you tell me to.”

“Is it easier for you to let go?”

“Yes. I think part of that is how you pushed me. It felt like we went further than before, and since I can tell that you push me just the right amount, and not too far, I trust you more, which makes it easier to relax and let you guide me.”

“Good. You need that guidance and instruction, and of course, the right tasks and challenges designed specifically to make you come hard and long, multiple times.”

“Thank you, sir. Remember how you said that after a while you would begin to haunt me? I’m afraid that’s starting to happen.” I was almost bashful admitting this, but he’d told me honesty was essential to my training, so I wanted him to know the effect he had on me.

“That is a positive. Training like this tends to sneak up on you during the day. A smell, a touch, a mark, or a bruise—they can all serve as reminders of me and your training. Some subs coat their scrapes with their juices and lick them off like little kittens.”

The mental image this conjured up for me was strange yet oddly arousing.

“I am happy with how you are progressing in your training. Communication, trust, and honesty are the keys and those keep building. Stick with it and I will take you places you’ve never even dreamed of going. Stay wet for me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

One Friday I woke up to this message in my inbox:

Hungry for the next task? You are my fucking toy to play with today, aren’t you?

You will go to the farthest room away from your bedroom as you can. Before you start you will need the two skipping ropes tied to the headboard. I want you completely undressed, and once in the other room you will tape your ankles tightly together. Now cock in that cunt and vibe on your clit. You will tape your thighs together just above the knees and also just below your hips. Now, taped and tortured, you will hobble into the bedroom where your pleasure awaits you.

Up on the bed, lie back, li’l bitch, and get comfortable. You have one chance to position that cock wherever you like and set the desired speed and pattern settings on that vibe. Then take the handles of the skipping rope in your hands and start winding them down around your wrists. Make those fucking arms stretch and fucking strain.

Do you understand?

You will not move from that position for thirty minutes, and you can do as you wish with your cunt to make it come. I know you’re a greedy little whore and you’ll do everything in your power to gain that sweet release. Come at will and as often as you can, but if you don’t succeed after the thirty minutes the session is over and there will be no coming. Understood? Agreed?

After your session the tape will remain in place. Slip on your wristbands and clip on the attached clothespins, then type a two-hundred word report for me with your reactions to this task.

This is what you wanted, this is what you needed, this is what you’re getting.

Be good for Sir.

MC

I was excited to try it, but once I did, everything seemed to go wrong. Afterward, I told MC about it:

Sir,

It was very difficult to walk with the tape on my ankles and legs. These clothespins hurt by the way! Um, I walked on my toes to my bedroom and it helped. It felt kinda sexy to be bound that way, but once I got to the bedroom, I had trouble getting my vibe situated to do anything of interest with my legs taped that close together. I put it on a setting I thought would work, and I wrapped my hands up in the skipping ropes.

For the first five minutes I enjoyed it. I kinda tried to fuck the vibe and tried to feel the vibration on my clit (though that was difficult because my legs were squished together too much). I writhed around on the bed trying to fuck myself tied down all naked, and that was hot. I felt like such a little slut, a total wanton whore.

But after a while I realized there was no way I was gonna be able to cum like that so I got bored. Totally bored. I took my rope off one hand to see if changing the setting would help, but it didn’t (I know I wasn’t supposed to do that. I know, I know. I was very bad). But it just wasn’t working. It was only annoying me so I quit. So what started out as a sexy task turned bad with me being a disobedient girl. I’m sorry I was naughty on this task, sir. You know that’s not like me.