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Subject: {ASSM} The Bash bd/sm, cons
Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 05:10:06 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s)
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the
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Copyright MasterKink, 2000.
mastrkink@excite.com
"The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."
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The Bash
My frustration was mounting as I drove up the exit ramp to drive to the hotel.
As usual, the traffic was horrendous and I wanted to have plenty of time to
clear my head and be calm before the evening's activities.
I had been to this hotel many times in the past for business, but tonight was
strictly pleasure.
I had been on the mail list for this bd/sm munch group for months and finally
decided that it was time to partake of the fun events they hosted.
But somehow I had been roped into providing a demonstration for the
participants and was a bit nervous at how it would be received.
My sub had quite the anxious look on her face when I explained what I expected
of her tonight, but I assured her that she would be hooded and every precaution
would be taken for everyone's safety.
I checked in and received my room key and then walked by the ballroom where the
activity would take place. It was reassuring to see security guards outside
the door checking IDs and the professional way that the registration was being
done, so only adults and those who were involved in the lifestyle would be
allowed in.
Since I was late, I rushed upstairs to change and make sure my sub was
prepared. As usual, she had obeyed me and was dressed conservatively in dress
and heels. We had promised the hotel management that all participants would be
inconspicuous in the public areas. But underneath she wore nothing at all in
preparation for her grand entrance to the world of D/s.
So we went downstairs and registered, receiving our badges that would allow us
past the guards, entering a large dark room, barely lit, with several different
"rooms" set up to allow demonstrations of various bd/sm activities.
As we passed the first, a lovely brunette was strapped to a St. Andrews Cross
receiving the harsh end of a single tail demo by what was an accomplished
Master.
Her back and thighs were crisscrossed in an artistic pattern left by his
efforts. Kneeling by his feet was a second slave waiting for the first one to
tire so she could then take her place since the demos were to last a couple of
hours. No sense in wearing out one's slave too early in the evening!
The next "dungeon" had a lovely redhead with large breasts being used for
breast hanging. Her large tits were dark red as her entire weight was being
suspended from an overhead beam. Her soft moans were obviously affecting the
crowd that watched causing much cuddling and groping in the dark.
We went past other "rooms" where various instruments of torture were being
demonstrated on various slaves. Clamps attached to nipples or cunt lips; heavy
weights being used on tender flesh; exquisite Japanese rope bondage, and the
safe use of needles for sexual torment.
Finally, we were at our "booth" and slipped through the curtains which closed
it off.
"F" removed her dress and fastened the cuffs waiting for her on each ankle and
wrist. I had constructed two low benches with pads on top and she knelt on
these which caused her legs to spread and kept her a few feet off the floor.
Her wrists were strapped to the ankles and then I placed a full leather hood
over her face to conceal her identity, just in case someone was in the crowd
that knew her. A few candles were lit for some illumination and then I pulled
the curtain back.
Immediately, a crowd came forward to watch and once they were in place I began
my introduction to wax play.
I explained how to choose the proper candles and to test one's slave first
since everyone has a different tolerance for burns After answering a few
questions, I turned to my sub waiting patiently and picked up the nearest
candle.
Quickly, I tipped it over and watched the wax fall through the air and land on
her thigh. Just a slight moan from her and a jerk to let me know she felt it
and then I repeated it again .... and again.
Moving up her body towards her flat belly and that tender skin between her
breasts, I continued slowly to coat her skin in a nice spiral pattern.
But that wasn't enough; her pretty breasts were coated, ending with her now
hard nipples. I was talking throughout the entire ordeal, explaining what to
look for in case it was too hot and actually causing 2nd or 3rd degree burns.
And then, we came to the part that I knew she hated.
I ordered her to lean back and then lit the waiting candle that I had placed
between her legs a few feet below her crotch. The heat for the flame rose and
licked her wet cunt and I could see her squirm and try to move away, wanting it
and yet, fearful too. I slowly dripped hot wax around her newly shaven cunt,
getting a vocal reaction from her as I did so. Reaching down, I parted her
lips and directed the burning wax onto her wet, glistening clit. This caused
her to whimper and beg for mercy, even though she knew I would ignore her. I
knew how much she loved her punishments!
Once she was coated and could no longer feel the wax, I backed away and looked
into her eyes. She didn't know this part was coming, but I knew she would not
disappoint me and disobey.
"Open your mouth and stick out that tongue"
Her eyes flew wide open, but slowly she obeyed and her pretty pink tongue
appeared.
And so I tipped the candle over and watched her body jerk as the wax landed on
her tongue. I felt immense pride as she stoically took her punishment and the
crowd started their applause.
As she held her mouth wide open and allowed the wax to cool, I turned and took
my bow. They didn't know what I had in store for "F" later in our room.
Part 2 to follow.
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