Interlude 2 (BDSM)

They told me to be quiet.

"Steady, Five. It's time to fly."

I brace myself as best I can, relaxing my body into the ropes and testing the friction. Slowing my breathing and sinking into a calm state, I give a subtle nod of my head to indicate I am ready. The first wrenching pull as he pulls my leg up, extending my stretch in a very difficult and painful way, makes me grit my teeth to keep from crying out. The hands caressing me start to hold me up, keeping the stretch from becoming unbearable as another line pulls my torso up. Inch by inch, they pull and I feel myself pulled and lengthened, leaving the safe comfort of the bed as I fly into my suspension, my single futo knee higher than the rest of my body as I float, face down, willing myself to not struggle. The disorienting nature of being blindfolded is both enticing and scary as I settle into the ropes and feel the burn of the knots that are holding my entire body weight.

"Good girl, Five. You're an accomplished rope bottom in your own right." Yet another voice calls out to me and I cherish the praise.

A faint buzzing sound reaches my ears and I slowly swivel my head side to side, eager to identify where it is coming from. Before I could lock onto the sound, something cold and wet is slapped directly onto my pussy. A small mewl escapes my lips as I struggle to regain control and not flail–and thus tighten my ropes even more. An immediate feeling of failure descends upon me and the fear of disappointing the Collective and no longer being able to play makes me tear up.

"Quiet, Five!" A sharp rebuke came, followed by a slightly harder slap on my ass. The vibrations of the slap caused me to clench, my butt plug growing more and more uncomfortable, but I am relieved when the hands continue to run across my aching body. There's the soft tickling caress of a feather or something soft, and the ominous prick of something sharp, cold and metal. My body struggles to remain in the meditative state as the sensations build. The buzzing noise grows louder as I lay there, bound and suspended off the floor, at their mercy. A sharp pinch on each of my nipples lets me know that the toys are coming out. I wiggle slightly, feeling the pressure change as the chain and clamps I now wear shift.

Hands explore my thighs, stopping to tweak my butt plug and run a soft finger across my clit. I quiver as someone else blows gently across my aroused skin, causing me to squirm and fall even deeper into my binding. Every moment that I hang there, suspended in this room, a different sensation hits me, intensifying the experience even further

The incessant buzzing is growing ever louder and I start to feel my anxiety rise when a deep chuckle sounds close to my ear.

Before I can process what is so funny.

Before I can acknowledge that the buzzing

sounds like my very own wand vibrator.

Before I even know what is happening, I feel it.

The strong, pulsating wave of a vibrator applied directly to my clit.

The resulting wave of pleasure is so intense that despite the blindfold, I can see bright stars behind my eyes.

I let out a gasp, arching into the ropes and reveling in the intoxicating combination of pain, pleasure and sensory deprivation.

"Sweet Five, how quickly you come! We're just getting started, I do hope you aren't worn out already."

Before I can acknowledge that I am ready for more, ready for whatever the night asks of me, I feel the rustle of a crotch rope being positioned around me. The buzzing of the vibrator growing near again as it is tied into place, just at the top of my mound where it can torment me all night long.

I gulp. This is what it means to be an Offering.

***

I am back on the bed, my aching arms and legs untied with care. Soft lined leather cuffs hold my wrists and ankles in a spreadeagle position as I await what comes next.

"You have beautiful tits, Five. I bet they will be even more beautiful when I am done decorating them."

The light, feminine voice near my ear makes me startle but I manage a slight nod as I try to imagine what my chest is about to be decorated with.

"Your skin can wear blue and red so well. Perhaps we will have to start there."

Something very hot drops onto my nipple and I squeak. The pain is like a pin prick but it soon fades and I can feel something stuck to my skin.

Wax.

She is dripping hot wax on me.

"Too hot, Five? Nod your head yes or no."

I shrug my shoulders slightly and bite my lip.

"Excellent. We will continue."

The wax begins to fall on me faster, drops landing all over my chest as she moves around the bed. It no longer burns but rather feels strange and warm, a layer spreading over my skin. The temperature changes as each drop shifts from hot wax to drying wax, and finally the cool wax that makes my nipples ache with need.

"Good Girl, Five. Your tits are so beautiful. I think I might just leave this candle here."

I freeze as I feel a steady stream of wax pour out into a puddle in between my breasts and the firm base of a candle settle in between them. The heat from the flame warms me but also warns me to keep my movements very, very still lest I burn.

"Show us just how still you can be, Five. And maybe you will be rewarded beyond your wildest imagination."

I take a deep breath, willing myself to stay as still as possible to please The Collective. This is my moment. I sink into my cuffs, embracing the constant drip of the wax as it pools on my breasts, the heat from the candle competing with the slight chill in the air that has my exposed flesh pebbling up in anticipation.

I will not fail.