0 comments/ 76923 views/ 5 favorites A Birthday Epistle Ch. 3 By: Lady Suzy Leaving him to enjoy the bondage he had begged in his Epistle, she stole as quietly as she could to the kitchen. After rummaging around for a few moments, she returned. Watching him struggling to maintain his position for her pleased her immensely. His head turned toward her footfalls and she rushed ahead. Taking an ice cube from the bowl she has brought, she rubbed it roughly over his left nipple. The shock of the coldness had an immediate effect and the bound man groaned loudly. "Aaarrgghhh!" "Mmmmmm looks better now -- all hard. Did you like that slave? Your body did." He felt the soft caress of her breath on his shoulder as she chuckled. "Here you may suck on the remaining ice cubes. You may be in need of something to cool you off soon. Things will be getting much hotter very shortly!" Laughing she pushed the ice cube into his mouth and then another and another until his cheeks bulged and he must await the melting before he would receive relief from his ice gag. Taking a broad strip of heavy tape, she taped his mouth shut tightly so that no ice might escape. "Is it cold? Perhaps you would like something to warm you up? Very well." Taking her long nails, she scraped his nipples repeatedly. Then taking each small bud between her fingers she squeezed until he moaned longingly. "Is that better?" She asks with a laugh. "How about this?" Taking the crop, she swiftly assaulted first one nipple then the other until they were reddened and hard. Bending down she grasped first one and then the other and pulled them severely away from the bound man's body. Retrieving a clothes peg, she again pulled his left nipple away from his body and firmly snapped home the clothes peg over the length of his screaming nipple. The moaning from the ice gag was impressive and she smiled as she repeated the action on the right nipple. "You must be feeling uncomfortable now on your knees I think. Oh well . . . you will soon be moved! You know I have always wondered how much pain these clothespins impart, or is it pure pleasure? Let's see now . . . this part looks empty" Moreover, she snapped another twelve clothespins mercilessly around each aureole. She hid her winces as she mentally ticked off another fantasy that had been fulfilled. Nonetheless, Susannah was becoming most interested in her own responses and wondered how this could be. How could she be enjoying this much? Whatever the answer may be, there was one thing certain, and that was that enjoying herself she most certainly was! John knew her so well and he had got this just right too. How could he have known that one of her deepest fantasies had been to Domme a willing slave she reflected! "I am becoming more aroused with each wince you make. I had no idea this could be so much fun slave. Are you happy? Just nod." She watched as he remained stationary, "No nods? Oh? Well let us see if I can heat things up some. Your penis is moving again and I didn't give permission for that." Taking the crop, she touched the head of his penis and slid it down its silken length, then struck his buttocks repeatedly in a criss-cross pattern. She had to admit this had possibilities! The sound of that thwack as the crop contacted human skin was like music to her ears. "You know, I had no idea of just how much fun this would be for me. Be still! Or else . . ." Taking another clothespin, she quickly snapped it on the tip of his penis being careful to get too little flesh. She watched as he groaned and moved around slightly trying to adjust to the new sensation and pain. "Does the blindfold enhance your other senses? I wonder if you recognize this aroma." So saying she lit a candle. Waiting for a moment for the idea to be contemplated she knelt unhurriedly beside him and instructed, "Stay very still, slave!" Taking the candle, she moved it close to his face waiting for the wax to melt. She was careful to keep the candle upright so that the wax pooled below the wick. Satisfied that enough had accumulated, she tipped the candle dripping the hot wax on his pegged nipples. Tipping the candle up so that more wax melted, she moved from one nipple to the other. Then down his body to his pegged penis. The drips formed as the man moaned, flinched and jumped and struggled to maintain his composure. "There, there my pet, my slave." She purred. Her words, so soft and soothing, shrouded him like a black velvet cloak. Taking her free hand, she caressed his back and shoulders while the other continued to direct the melting wax over his nipples, stomach, aureole and incredibly erect cock. The ice gag began to melt and he dribbled cold saliva onto the wax, setting it perfectly. Goose bumps shivering down his body. She had smiled at this and noted that he was becoming comfortable, she took four more clothespins and snapped them onto his gonads. "Just to warm you up some," she muttered. He had begun to shake in his bondage, but his twitching throbbing penis was more erect than he could ever remember. "Don't you dare to move! Stay perfectly still, slave!" Taking the candle, she had placed it into a holder to accumulate more wax whilst she had retrieved some thin wire. Grasping the wire, she wrapped it around the clothes pegs on his nipples. He heard her chuckle as the touch stimulated him so that his penis jerked toward her. He knew that she had almost creamed as her heady pungent aroma wafted past his nostrils. No time to appreciate that though for his Lady nimbly took the excess and carefully threaded it between each of the five pegs on his nether regions. John stifled another gasp lest she take up the crop again! He remembered and blushed at his secret desires now laid bare for her consumption, translation, and manipulation. Satisfied, she tied it off smiling to herself as she pulled the wire away from his body to stretch the pegs. He knew she must have been watching with obvious satisfaction as he writhed and moaned beneath her ministrations. Finally tiring of the game she said, "Put those thighs together, slave!" He felt her wrap a wide, strong leather belt around his thighs and it pulled them tightly together. Again, he wondered, and stifled a gasp. "Do those pegs hurt? I suppose they do, but wait until we take them off." She smiled. "You will love that, won't you?" The bound man simply moaned. He heard her heels tapping as she walked over to the table to retrieve a long piece of rope and then she approached him once again. "Hmm, I am sick of you hanging your head down! It looks as though you are in constant pain!" She hissed with a laugh. So saying she had taken the soft rope and she tied it to the back of the blindfold and then brought it down and surrounded his ankles and tightened the rope severely. She gently took hold of his head and tipped it backwards so that as she continued tightening the rope his face remained tautly pointing toward the ceiling. Satisfied, she stepped back and examined her handiwork. "That's better! You look much better now. Almost ecstatic! It is what you asked for isn't it? Oh? You cannot answer Me? I hear your burbling behind the tape. I hope you have finished all that ice. If not it may choke you. We can't have that can we?" Taking her fingers, she grasped the tape firmly and pulled it off quickly including some the hairs from his ample moustache. He displayed the slightest of flinches and she whispered he had not been told to move and would be punished later at her pleasure. Deft, small fingers cleared his mouth of the remaining ice. Just as quickly the fingers were gone, and he had begun to form the word 'Mercy' when she thrust her breast into his mouth, and suddenly all was well, and he glowed and sucked greedily like the beholden hungry infant pet he was becoming. She responded to his suckling by adding her own moans of desire to the air, gyrating her hip against his bound thigh. He listened joyfully to her moans and he was aware of her movements; seductive soft caresses against him as she moved into position and straddled his body, her hard nipples rubbing against him while she pulled and pushed that wire. Her wetness trickled over him and merged with his ample perspiration. Suddenly she was gone. He felt something being pushed into his mouth. He easily determined that it was the lighted candle. His stomach flipped and his heart pounded in excited fear. His thighs betrayed him as they tremorred and shook somewhat. "That's right it's the lit candle. Be careful now slave! Keep that head very still, I have it angled to drip onto your body and not your face." She watched in fascination as the wax dripped from the flame and bounced on his bound breasts. "I know what's missing!" She smiled. "I know you will love this." Taking more clothes pegs, she snapped them all over his body paying special attention to his inflamed buttocks. Teasingly she flicked them gently and observed with interest his moans and twitches as he tried so hard to accommodate all these new assaults on his body. Yes! He remembered inserting this into that document! He had had no idea of how it felt. Now he knew. He knew also that he was ready for more. So much more, and he dared hoped that She would be forthcoming . . . . "Hmm . . . That candle is getting low. Can you feel the heat of the flame against your face now?" The man nodded as the accumulated wax splashed over his tender sensitive nipples and he winced trying to cry out. But, the candle must be held. "I did tell you to stay very still didn't I?" "Well." She said as she removed the candle. "I don't want you to get cramps. So, I suppose I should let you walk around a bit to get the circulation going again. Before I release you slave thank me and kiss my crop." "Thank you, My Lady." "Right. Let me see . . . oh yes. I have to remove that rope." Taking some scissors, she cut the rope and his head returned to an upright position. "Open your mouth, slave." Taking a large rubber ball gag, she thrust it deep into his mouth -- behind his teeth -- and fastened it severely behind him. "I don't want to hear you moaning. This way you can yell into the gag!" Her words filled him with dreaded anticipation, and he was sure he could feel a tremor of fear rippling through his heated tender body. Taking the wire Lady Susannah pulled it away from his body slowly until all of the slack was gone. Then with a tremendous pull, she removed all of the pegs simultaneously. He screamed. "What was that? Did you guggle into your gag? I see you are sweating profusely. That must hurt!" Taking a rough towel, she scraped off the excess wax and smiled as he shuddered under her ministrations. In so doing she had walked before him and he had contrived somehow to snuggle his tired head into her bosom, deeply inhaling her erotic, heady perfume. How he loved the smell of her! He would have licked her prominent nipples as the wax had been towelled away, but she stepped back deftly, a delighted chuckle embracing her ruby lips as she bent forward her breasts dangling provocatively, and took the strap from his thighs and removed the cuffs. "All fours, slave. Now!" A Birthday Epistle Ch. 4 Lady Suzy watches and enjoys her little scene as John's predicament takes a new turn, and he learns to witness the world from the dogs eye view! * * * * * With no time to neither think nor stretch, he responded immediately and felt the clipping of a leash to his collar. Placing her crop into his mouth she warned, "Don't you dare to drop it slave. Now be a good little doggy and follow Me. Keep your head high!" Her gloved hand swatted him on his reddened ass to get him moving. Leading him to the kitchen, she retrieved a doggy bowl from the cupboard and filled it with water. Placing it on the floor, she cuffed his hands behind him and instructed, "You may place the crop beside you and lap some water. When you have finished you clean your mess from the floor too. I want to see no drops on the floor. Understand me, slave? When you are done, you may rest on that blanket. You many not touch yourself nor relieve yourself. That will be taken care of soon. Oh, and you must drink all of the water.' Clipping the other end of the leash to a post between the blanket and bowl, she patted him humiliatingly on the head saying, "Enjoy. We will be going elsewhere in a while so do take a brief rest my pet. I always enjoy taking my pets to the park to run around. Maybe we will take the silver convertible Mercedes Sports? Would you like that? You can always take your favourite blanket in case its chilly on the way home . . . ." Thus, those words ringing in his head, and the thought that never he had mentioned this in his Epistle, John knelt and tried to lap the water like a dog at his bowl. God! But it was difficult! His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame as he heard her stifled chuckles coming from the doorway. Had he really included this in his darkest fantasy? Right! Yes, he had! "John," he told himself as his wrists struggled with the metal cuffs, "next year, be careful what you wish for . . . ." So thinking, lapping, splashing, and licking the floor to clean it John pondered damply but thirstily on his captivity. How long would she leave him? When would she let him touch her, worship her? When could he stretch out? When could he eat? How many hours of the seventeen had passed already...what if....? And so his mind rambled and shambled as his tummy rumbled and grumbled in indignation, and his ass stung from the cropping that had so recently warmed him. The most intriguing thought though was that She, for now he so thought of Her, as his superior and Dominatrix, She had understood his needs so perfectly, and had proceeded with incredible understanding to perform this arousing and oh so erotic task. Thus was John left. A deep and heavy abandonment seeping throughout his very being, as his Lady tip tapped on her high-heeled boots out of the kitchen. He was both thirsty and yet damp from his endeavours at lapping the water from a bowl. This was outside his experience, as previously he had only daydreamed about it; but the reality far surpassed his expectations. She had left him no time to draw back. No time to hedge and no time to think or rest. He was surprised at how fast she had paced everything, and was flattered that she had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to get it all just as she had wanted. As he thought about all of this, his resolve to see it through was strengthened. This train of thought left him even more excited and he marvelled that even without the heady smell of Susannah's obvious arousal he was harder and thicker than ever he had been. How he wished he had confessed this to her long ago. . . . Susannah hid behind the door and steadied her breathing. If her response and authority staggered John, it had even more of an effect on her. She would not have been able to describe how excited and erotically aroused she had become. The dampness between her thighs was spreading and her nipples ached they were so hard. All that she knew was that she would enjoy the next few hours just as much as she hoped John would, if he had told her the whole truth in that Epistle of his! God! But this was a heady experience! She stifled a giggle so that he would not know she was still there and watched him intently. There he knelt, no doubt thinking of his thirst as his Lady watched her new pet to witness how he would handle his latest predicament. Again, she stifled a giggle as she watched John bending down as he tentatively stuck his tongue in the water and slurped it. Again and again, but he got very little. His ass was so pretty and red. He was blissfully unaware that he his Mistresses ever-watchful eye was fixed upon him. She smiled as he bent down even more to see if he could sip the water, but the dish was too narrow, and he wobbled painfully on his knees. However, it made his face very wet! He continued concentrating: unfettered save for the leash and the cuffs. The water dripped annoyingly down his chin and fell on his chest, cooling the burning slightly. He wished he could use his hands to drink. He wished he could stand. But, what did his Lady want him to do? Susannah was no sadist and seeing his confusion, she stepped into the kitchen again to focus his foggy brain and reminded him that he had his instructions. Self consciously now he continued drinking the water until it had gone. He carefully made sure there was no drip, and then he knee hobbled painfully over to the blanket finding it hard to remain upright on his knees without his hands and arms to balance him. He splayed out his legs from the knee down but that was far too painful. Gingerly and slightly flopping over he lay down as carefully as was possible, for a cuffed man, on his side, finding it to be the least painful way to do so. Dutifully, and thankfully he closed his eyes and concentrated on hearing his Mistress. Mistress was satisfied that pet had tried his best and was now resting to prepare for his next ordeal. She quietly tip toed away and took up her sentinel position behind the kitchen door. Stifling a moan as she licked her index finger and circled her now throbbing clit, sliding her middle finger into her velvet recess. She lifted the finger to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmmm, sooo nice" she thought to herself and slowly, sensuously sucked her fingers as the wish formed that she could use her pet right now! However there would be time enough later. She had read and memorised every word of his Epistle and was certain she would add to its enticements. He would learn that he did not always receive what he thought he deserved and that when she was his Domme then he would most certainly be her slave! "My darling slave," she mused as her mind replayed some of their earlier games together, "payback can be such a bitch!" John was aware that time was getting precious, as he lay on the blanket anxiously awaiting his Mistress. The entire time John was aware of her stare. He tried hard to relax but found it almost impossible trussed up as she had left him. He tried hard to relax but the humiliation at his predicament crept forward, then receded, and then crept in again. What must she be thinking of him, knowing how aroused he was and that he was desperate for more of her special punishments? Her heady, sexual perfume permeated the air . . . what could a poor trussed slave do? His Mistress watched silently. Silently she noted the rise and fall of his chest, the slowing of his breathing and the gradual relaxation of his cuffed hands. Susannah waited to see that his breathing was steady before she crept away for a few minutes to continue her preparations. John was exhausted but aroused and subconsciously rolled onto his stomach and rubbed, wondering at how cruel Mistress could be, the floor was hard and it hurt his tortured body but dutifully he waited and waited . . . . Susannah returned to check on her pet, and she watched and considered returning to make him sleep for a while. She grinned appreciatively as she witnessed him trying to rub himself as he lay there on his stomach. A mental note was made to punish him later for that transgression. It was after all blatantly against instructions! As the initial thrill rippled through them both she watched as he began to settle and was satisfied that it was safe to depart briefly. Lady Susannah put her head around the door and told her pet, "I saw all of that slave. You are such a bad boy! You will be punished later. Now lay still and try to rest my pet. I will be back for you very soon pet" John heard her words and worry began to cloud his mind. He tried to say something in his defence, but she was gone, He lay down again trembling slightly - but still engorged. Susannah was excited - very excited. She knew her plan was working. She had noted with gloating satisfaction that his penis was huge and engorged, and she desperately wanted to use it for her pleasure. Resolutely she decided to make herself wait to help to build on his excitement. Soon my pet, very soon, she whispered to herself, as once more her licked her index finger and circled that precious sensitive nub between her soft thighs; first one then two fingers slid inside her velvet glove to be rewarded by a gentle shudder rippling through her body . . . . To be continued soon if the reader so desires... Please vote and send feedback, and if you like it we will tell you what happened for the rest of those hours.