My arms are above my head encased in fur lined cuffs. I can hear the chains rattle when I shift, but see only the darkness of the mask covering my eyes. It is warm in the room and I smell burning wax and wonder how it would feel slowly drizzled across my skin.
Your breath on the back of my neck, hot and wet shakes me from my reverie.
"Spread your legs" You say. And I do as I'm told.
I hear Him shift and there is heat just below my cunt between my outstretched legs.
"What you feel," You say as You move from one ear to the other to disorient me, "Is the slow burn of a high tapered, lit candle. Should you sweat, cum or bleed you will hear it sizzle. If any of these are done without my permission, I will let the flame lick your skin. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
For a moment, I think He has left me alone to contemplate how this punishment will play out, until I feel His cool hand snap freezing cold clamps upon my nipples.
"Cold above, hot below," He chuckles, giving my ass a sharp swat.
I enjoy the extremes of both and He knows it.
He bends down and lightly flicks at my clitoris with His tongue as He slides His middle finger inside of me in an almost clinical manner. Not to arouse(though it does), but to check, for what I am not certain, but He gives a grunt of approval none the less.
I am already wet with desire and trying hard not to drip onto the candle.
"I am going to be hard on you tonight, my beautiful whore. It has been far to long since I have tested you. You may not cry out. You may not cum until I tell you that it is My will for you to do so."
I feel the sharp bite of the small leather flogger . The sting is Heaven and I lean into the pain. Harder he swings, changing from flogger to crop and finally to belt and I know my back, legs and ass are red as crimson and likely bruised. I don't mind. I relish the pain. I take it into me as the fiery symbol of His passion for me.
He switches my restraints to the spreader bars and lays me on a table angled down. The candle is still beneath my pussy, waiting to punish me.
I feel something hard and sleek pushing it's way past my moistened nether lips and fight back a gasp.
"I am going to slice open your flesh and sink myself into you. I want your blood on my cock and on my tongue. I want to tear you apart! Kiss the knife with your pussy. Perhaps, the blade will be kind and only scratch instead."
He shoves the hilt of the knife deep into my cunt and I feel myself contract around it. I am shivering in anticipation and close to orgasm and I feel some of the wetness drip down my leg and sizzle into the candle flame and I freeze. I can feel His Sadistic little grin twist His mouth and know I will be punished.
He shoves the knife deeper into my cunt and tells me to hold it there until He retrieves it. I feel the warmth move closer to my inner thigh. I can smell the fine hair burning and squirm under the intense little flame. He laughs, low and deep as He traces the trail of moisture up and up and up, only to switch to the other thigh, repeating the trail just shy of my clit and I realise He is heating the blade every time He passes!
Finally, He holds the candle flame directly underneath my clit, causing a small whimper of fear and pain to escape my lips. He holds it there for what seems like an hour, but it is likely only a few seconds, swoops it upwards until the moisture on my pussy touches the flame and puts it out...leaving hot wax coating me in it's wake. I do not drop the knife.
"Good girl. You took your punishment well."
He removes the knife from my throbbing hole and runs the heated blade down my chest. I shiver and my sore, burned thighs tingle. He runs it back up and lays the blade flat against my right nipple, hard and swollen in the cold clamp and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. I feel the skin break and my spirit beginning to slip from the puncture wounds.
"No. Not yet. I want you here with me. I want you to feel this. I want you to trust this pain. I want to remind you that your skin, bones, blood and soul belong to me. I will eat you raw and you will enjoy it because you are mine!"
His voice is a disembodied growl.
The blade sinks into my breast, just above the nipple and He drags it slowly. I can feel the blood well up from the wound and I grit my teeth.
"Give in to the pain, love. Let it become your bliss, as you are My bliss."
He locks his mouth over the fresh wound, suckling like a newborn as he makes another, slightly deeper cut into my lower abdomen. The blood begins to trickle down and He runs His finger between the folds of open skin, as though His finger were swirling within my depths, urging me to orgasm. The pain is exquisite. Beautiful and intensely erotic.
He nicks into my inner thighs, using the trickles of blood as lubricant for my clit. I am teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm as He tosses the blade aside and slices into me with His cock, hot and sharp. Tearing at my soul and claiming it violently.
"Cum with me. Let my seed heal all wounds. Give yourself to me!"
We explode together. The universe sees only one being, no longer two. I am Him. He is me.
Everything is peace.
I am broken and healed all at once as my body cries blood tears into His mouth...onto His prick...gifting His eyes with the savage beauty of it all.
He is my breaker and my healer.
I am Him. He is me.
Now I understand.
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