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some of her fingers and toes, to her ribs and even the sides of her breasts. Although the pain was intense at first, it quickly began to dull.
Celia was smart enough to realize that the unpleasant pressure would be nothing compared to the sting of flooding blood that would result when they were eventually removed.
Apparently satisfied with his handiwork, Evi stepped back and considered what to use next. He settled on the Wartenberg wheel, a spiked pinwheel that would create deliciously prickly sensations on Celia’s skin.
Even before the thorny metal wheel touched her skin, she knew exactly where he was going to start—the soles of her feet. Keeping all noise contained, Celia bucked as much as her restraints would allow, fighting to remove her feet from the prickly path. It was a useless battle though. Every time she moved, it only encouraged him to remain in the same area, running the device slowly up and down the bottoms of her feet until she was panting and shaking.
Just like the wax and ice cubes, the painful sensations caused by the Wartenberg wheel were transferred to her clit. She could feel the hot wetness gathering between her thighs and knew it was only a matter of time until Evi smelled or saw the evidence of her arousal. Once he realized she was turned on by the pain, she was certain he would continue torturing her.
Abandoning her feet, he rolled the pinwheel up her left calf and thigh, across her ass cheeks, and down her right thigh and calf. He repeated that path twice more before zigzagging the tool across her back.
When he began pulling it down her left arm, she tightened her jaw, just waiting to feel the metal points on her breast. Evi didn’t disappoint. When he’d had his fill of watching her strain against her cuffs as he circled her tender breasts with the wheel, he tossed it aside.
“I’m revoking your right to move.”
That was all he had to say. Celia understood that the original rules applied again. She wondered if this was all some elaborate plan to set her up for failure by forbidding her to move, then allowing it and then taking it away again. He knew she would grow confused and make a mistake, thus earning a punishment.
What a sneaky bastard!
Retrieving the red suede flogger from the tray bearing his arsenal of toys, he barely touched her back with the soft tips. She shivered as goose bumps pricked her flesh. With the lightest amount of force, he teasingly swatted her ass, moving the flogging strips from cheek to cheek. The suede licked her thighs and then her shoulders. Inevitably she squirmed, and he increased the tempo and force of his flogging until she learned to stay still.
Eyes closed, she exhaled slowly. This game was going to be the hardest to play but she was determined to succeed in staving off the sensations building in her belly. For Bianca , she reminded herself.
***
With his first lesson taught, Evi walked around to the front of the horse and probed her vulnerable mouth with the leather handle of the flogger. Even with the ring behind her teeth, Celia made an effort to simulate fellatio on the handle, her tongue awkwardly licking the stiff hilt. Her wholehearted attempt pleased him so he gently patted the crown of her head.
“That’s a good girl,” Evi devilishly cooed. The defiance flashing in her gaze thrilled him, made his chest tighten and groin quiver.
He returned the flogger to the tray and picked up a slim purple vibrator. Circling her, he flicked every clothespin he passed, paying special attention to the pair clamping her nipples. He knew that each flick was sending intense shards of pain through her body and probably making her clit pulse.
“What’s this? Are you wet for me?” Evi asked, standing behind her and gazing between her spread legs.
As she processed his statement, he watched the embarrassed clench of her thighs and toes. He suddenly wished he had more time with her so he could teach her that there was no shame in her body’s reaction
Celia was smart enough to realize that the unpleasant pressure would be nothing compared to the sting of flooding blood that would result when they were eventually removed.
Apparently satisfied with his handiwork, Evi stepped back and considered what to use next. He settled on the Wartenberg wheel, a spiked pinwheel that would create deliciously prickly sensations on Celia’s skin.
Even before the thorny metal wheel touched her skin, she knew exactly where he was going to start—the soles of her feet. Keeping all noise contained, Celia bucked as much as her restraints would allow, fighting to remove her feet from the prickly path. It was a useless battle though. Every time she moved, it only encouraged him to remain in the same area, running the device slowly up and down the bottoms of her feet until she was panting and shaking.
Just like the wax and ice cubes, the painful sensations caused by the Wartenberg wheel were transferred to her clit. She could feel the hot wetness gathering between her thighs and knew it was only a matter of time until Evi smelled or saw the evidence of her arousal. Once he realized she was turned on by the pain, she was certain he would continue torturing her.
Abandoning her feet, he rolled the pinwheel up her left calf and thigh, across her ass cheeks, and down her right thigh and calf. He repeated that path twice more before zigzagging the tool across her back.
When he began pulling it down her left arm, she tightened her jaw, just waiting to feel the metal points on her breast. Evi didn’t disappoint. When he’d had his fill of watching her strain against her cuffs as he circled her tender breasts with the wheel, he tossed it aside.
“I’m revoking your right to move.”
That was all he had to say. Celia understood that the original rules applied again. She wondered if this was all some elaborate plan to set her up for failure by forbidding her to move, then allowing it and then taking it away again. He knew she would grow confused and make a mistake, thus earning a punishment.
What a sneaky bastard!
Retrieving the red suede flogger from the tray bearing his arsenal of toys, he barely touched her back with the soft tips. She shivered as goose bumps pricked her flesh. With the lightest amount of force, he teasingly swatted her ass, moving the flogging strips from cheek to cheek. The suede licked her thighs and then her shoulders. Inevitably she squirmed, and he increased the tempo and force of his flogging until she learned to stay still.
Eyes closed, she exhaled slowly. This game was going to be the hardest to play but she was determined to succeed in staving off the sensations building in her belly. For Bianca , she reminded herself.
***
With his first lesson taught, Evi walked around to the front of the horse and probed her vulnerable mouth with the leather handle of the flogger. Even with the ring behind her teeth, Celia made an effort to simulate fellatio on the handle, her tongue awkwardly licking the stiff hilt. Her wholehearted attempt pleased him so he gently patted the crown of her head.
“That’s a good girl,” Evi devilishly cooed. The defiance flashing in her gaze thrilled him, made his chest tighten and groin quiver.
He returned the flogger to the tray and picked up a slim purple vibrator. Circling her, he flicked every clothespin he passed, paying special attention to the pair clamping her nipples. He knew that each flick was sending intense shards of pain through her body and probably making her clit pulse.
“What’s this? Are you wet for me?” Evi asked, standing behind her and gazing between her spread legs.
As she processed his statement, he watched the embarrassed clench of her thighs and toes. He suddenly wished he had more time with her so he could teach her that there was no shame in her body’s reaction
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