Fire, fire, fire!

I was sitting at my computer, finishing up an IM conversation with a friend. Out of nowhere came BB with a flaming fire wand! He held it near enough to my face that I could feel its heat but not so close that it touched my skin. He had that evil/playful gleam in his eyes that I love so much. He said to me, “It might be wise of you to remove all of your clothing.” I whimpered slightly, and replied, “But it’s cold in here!” This amused the sadist, and he said, “Oh, I’ll warm you up, you don’t worry about that!”

I removed my clothes very quickly and he led me into the kitchen. He had prepared the bowls of ice and alcohol, lit the candle, and had the wand soaking in the alcohol again. I stood there feeling a bit scared, but waiting obediently for his command. He didn’t say a word; he simply took the wand out of the alcohol, lit it, and proceeded to use it on my breasts. I was so very scared! I hadn’t even considered the thought of him setting my breasts on fire! I was also a bit unnerved by standing up straight while he was doing this to me. I felt very exposed and vulnerable.

After the wand went out, he dipped it in the alcohol again and moved to my back. He moved back and forth between my breasts and my back, sometimes rubbing the flaming wand over my skin, and at other times hitting me with it. This was much more intense than our fire play had been in the past. I surprised myself by really getting into the fire on my breasts. When the fire began feeling very hot to me, he switched to ice! The ice felt more intense than the fire had.

When he decided my breasts had enough abuse, he brought over one of our barstools. He had me lean onto it to keep my back more straight than we’d been able to do by having me lean over the countertop. He spent a while making patterns on my back with alcohol, and then lighting it on fire. At times, he had my entire back covered in flames. A couple of times the alcohol ran down into my hairline because I was not keeping my back flat enough. He used ice to wash it away, leaving water dripping into my hair and down the sides of my neck. It was extra intense having the water dripping while my back was being lit!

When I began developing some red spots, BB decided it was time to stop and head upstairs. He commanded me upstairs, and I happily went. When we got into bed, he began fingering me. I wanted to cum so badly! I knew it was inevitable eventually, but I tried my best to hold out until he gave me permission. After what seemed like an eternity, I couldn’t hold back any more. I came. I squirted all over BB and the bed. He immediately stopped fingering me, and called me a slut. “What did you just do, slut,” he asked. “I came without permission, Daddy,” I replied. He made me get up and lean over the bed. He spanked my ass hard for a while. That was not enough punishment for having an orgasm before he gave me permission, though.

BB handed me the ball gag. “Put this on,” he ordered. I had to tie the thing myself. This is not the easiest thing to do! I complied without complaint, though, and when I had tied the leather, he pushed me back down onto the bed. He got out the collection of canes, and laid into my ass. He’d beat until I thought I couldn’t take any more, and then smack me one more time before letting me catch my breath. He changed up between the sizes a bit, and then one of the canes cracked. I heard the sound, and knew I was in trouble!

“Look at what you did! Your ass broke this cane,” he said. He got the thickest of the canes that we have and laid into me with a new burst of intensity. I was crying and the ball gag was making me drool. It was very humiliating. So much so, in fact, that my pussy was dripping!

When he was tired of caning me, he decided to fuck me while I was in that position. He was not gentle at all. Each thrust made my ass hurt, and it seems like each thrust caused me to cum again. After a bit, he had me lie on the bed. I didn’t want to lie on my ass, so laid on my front. He fingered me, and told me to cum. I did, and I squirted a lot. He looked pleased, chuckled, called me a slut, and fucked me some more.

After a few minutes of hard fucking, he had me turn over. That hurt so much! Lying on my very sore ass was incredibly painful. I loved it! He fingered me some more, and then spanked my pussy hard for a while. I came from the pussy spanking, too. While my pussy was still hurting, fucked me again. When he got tired, I fingered myself some with him watching and calling me a slut. After a few minutes, he took my hand away from my pussy, and shoved my fingers in my mouth. My fingers were covered in my own girl-cum, so it was very humiliating and very hot. He called me a slut for liking pussy so much that I would lick my own juices off my fingers. He fingered me to wave after wave of orgasm while telling me what a slut I am and having me lick my fingers.

We became tired, and he held me while I shook from the intensity of the evening.