Free BDSM Erotica
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The Candle Holder
Her ass was high in the air, pillows boosting her up so her pussy was pointing almost straight up. Ropes wrapped her body like spiders silk on prey. She was helpless and held in place, at his mercy.
The room was lit by candles, the warm light giving everything a golden glow. Her skin, so sweetly pale was glowing in the light, making her look somehow magical and ethereal. As she waited her anticipation grew as did her arousal. Her pussy lips were open and her hot waiting slit dripped cum that ran down her belly and made the carpet under her wet. She was ready.
He touched her and she jumped, having expected to hear his approach she was taken by surprise when he was just there beside her. The feel of his leather clad fingers stroking her sent shivers through her whole body. She purred in response and she could actually feel him smiling at her.
His fingers traced down (up?) her body to her waist and gently caressed her hips. Pausing for a moment he pulled at one of the ropes and it allowed her legs to spread slightly and in so doing, opened her pussy up more. Her juices dripped out of her and tickled down her skin.
She heard him doing something and then felt a strange sensation. Something rough and cylindrical being teasingly placed between her lips. It was not thick and felt warm. It was not until he began to slide it into her that she realized it was a taper candle, one of the long candles that lit the room.
Moaning as the long wax base of the candle penetrated her. She trembled at not only the sensation but, also the thought of the humiliation of being fucked by household objects. As he slid it into her further. Her body shook with a small climax and he paused until she was done and then wiggled the candle a little in her.
"Clamp your pussy closed, hold this tightly." His voice was smooth and deep like chocolate.
"Yes, Sir," she responded but he touched her lips with a leather covered finger.
"Shhhhh...just do...don't say." Again the voice washed over her and made her wish she could taste his words. They were delicious.
"Hold it tightly no matter what." He said and she knew enough to just do it and not ask why or agree with him.
As she clenched her pussy tightly around the candle he began to play with her ass, slowly using one finger to tease all around her hole and then tickle her until she could barely keep the candle up. "Careful." He said, "That candle is lit my dear. . .you really don't want to drop it."
Oh my God! She thought. It was lit? She had a lit candle in her pussy, the idea of where it would go if not kept up sunk in and she clenched her pussy tighter. She trembled slightly and that small wiggle was enough to dislodge some of the liquid wax apparently. It ran down the shaft of the candle in her and the hot wax spilled over her lips. She cried out but held it tightly still.
"Good girl." He said and she smiled. Those words would inspire her to walk into the flames of hell if he asked. Holding this candle was nothing compared to. . . .
The second spill of wax was more and it ran down her lips and over her clit. The heat so intense she came without any warning. Her body shook and more wax spilled onto her pussy but still she held the candle up. Finally she recovered and lay there trembling and holding the taper in her pussy like a good girl.
Again she could feel him smiling at her as she lay there and she smiled in return. His finger went back to playing with her asshole, only this time he was rubbing slippery lubricant all over it and sliding his finger into her, greasing her up.
She shook as she realized what would be next and was not surprised really when the second candle was pressed against her tight asshole and slowly worked into her. He was so gentle as he slid it deeper into her ass, filling her up and making her feel almost like she would shred from both holes being full, even with the candles being slim.
He let out a little laugh and began to work the candle in and out of her hole, fucking her ass with it. She moaned as it violated her ass deeply. . .sliding way into her and then back almost out and then in again . . . she felt her pussy literally dripping cum out of it . . . the hot wax from the candle spilling over her lips and clit again and again, the pain so exquisite . . . so wonderful now.
She was shaking as he stroked her hair and calmed her. The orgasm had been so intense, she had forgotten where she was momentarily and the candle had nearly fallen over. As she clenched her pussy tight on it again it straightened back up and a little more wax trickled onto her.
At last she had regained her composure he kissed her back and rubbed her shoulder affectionately. She smiled and held the candles upright. Then she heard it. The sound of a match being struck. Then the acrid sulfur smell hit her.
He lit the candle in her ass and blew out the match and then nothing. He said nothing else, made no noise, didn't touch her. For long minutes she waited for something to happen. She felt like time had stopped.
Then it happened all at once. The candle in her asshole dripped wax first and the hot liquid seared her and ran down her crack in both directions, onto her back and pussy. She jerked from the feeling. The candle in her cunt splashed wax onto her pussy. She reacted. The candle in her ass spilled more and then the one in her pussy. . . .
Both candles showered her with hot wax, she screamed and came and screamed until she didn't know what she was doing any more. She cried out but didn't hear any sound as her body shook and she tried so hard to keep the candles held up but, more and more wax spilled, she was trembling, crying, cumming, she couldn't stop any of it.
As she began to spin in her mind she forgot the world. Heat and being full and orgasms and fire filled her mind. She felt flames licking her all over and they were so good. They tickled her and set her on fire from the inside out. She screamed again as she spun in the air, just burning and loving it, the heat part of her.
She was curled in his lap when she finally opened her eyes. . .not burned . . . not on fire. She was crying or at least had been. He stroked her hair and kissed her gently. She snuggled her face into his chest and enjoyed his touches. His fingers were hot from the gloves he had taken off. . .almost like little points of fire on her skin...she drifted off again. . .