Burned Before
anonymous
August 2 2010, 03:22:55 UTC
And I deliver.
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Babette was usually alright with kinky things. Honestly, she even could claim to enjoy the odd little tie-up game or role-play. She enjoyed a slight feeling of helplessness in a way, the feeling of completely trusting a person to not actually hurt you as they spanked and slapped their hand against your bare ass. It gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Lumiere, her beloved bougie douce, liked to play with her. He enjoyed teasing her, pushing her, making her step beyond are limits and comfort zone, and ah did she love him for it. Once, she had tied herself to her bed, blindfolded, and allowed someone to run their hands all along her body, to grab, poke, push, and even fuck the most delicate parts of herself. She had no idea who it was at the time, but she trusted Lumiere to not ruin her delicately balanced reputation as flirty-fun maid. Thankfully, it was Lumiere himself and not a faceless stranger that felt her up, but as she was on the bed, having her brains fucked out, she didn't know that.
And God, that turned her on.
But now something was wrong. She didn't like the way the candle burned above her body. She didn't like how she couldn't move. She didn't like staring at the flickering flame, and watching as droplets of wax melted and fell, pouring onto her skin. Her mid section jumped and quivered as she was burned time and time again and she bucked her lips and moaned against the cloth gag in her mouth. Lumiere was sliding his fingers in and out, in and out of her, but not even his gentle touch could distract from the terror her mind felt, from the burning pain at her stomach.
She tried to like it, especially because Lumiere showed such a great interest in this, but she just could not force herself to enjoy this sensation, especially since the burning wax then cooled and hardened on her skin, an ever present reminder to the rush of pain the heat had brought on.
Finally, she screamed. She screamed through the panties in her mouth and, while she was a screamer during sex, Lumiere could hear a tint of wrongness in this. He pulled his fingers out, removed the candle from overhead (thank God) and untied and untagged her. "Babette?" he whispered, cautiously touching her shoulder. "I am sorry, are you alright? Did it hurt? Do forgive me, perhaps we can try it again later, or maybe--"
"Non," she whispered, pulling away, wrapping her clothes around her shoulders. "Non! Get away!" she stood, the wax at her tomcat cracking and falling off bit my bit. "No!" she said once more, going for the door. "I will not be burned again!"
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Babette was usually alright with kinky things. Honestly, she even could claim to enjoy the odd little tie-up game or role-play. She enjoyed a slight feeling of helplessness in a way, the feeling of completely trusting a person to not actually hurt you as they spanked and slapped their hand against your bare ass. It gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Lumiere, her beloved bougie douce, liked to play with her. He enjoyed teasing her, pushing her, making her step beyond are limits and comfort zone, and ah did she love him for it. Once, she had tied herself to her bed, blindfolded, and allowed someone to run their hands all along her body, to grab, poke, push, and even fuck the most delicate parts of herself. She had no idea who it was at the time, but she trusted Lumiere to not ruin her delicately balanced reputation as flirty-fun maid. Thankfully, it was Lumiere himself and not a faceless stranger that felt her up, but as she was on the bed, having her brains fucked out, she didn't know that.
And God, that turned her on.
But now something was wrong. She didn't like the way the candle burned above her body. She didn't like how she couldn't move. She didn't like staring at the flickering flame, and watching as droplets of wax melted and fell, pouring onto her skin. Her mid section jumped and quivered as she was burned time and time again and she bucked her lips and moaned against the cloth gag in her mouth. Lumiere was sliding his fingers in and out, in and out of her, but not even his gentle touch could distract from the terror her mind felt, from the burning pain at her stomach.
She tried to like it, especially because Lumiere showed such a great interest in this, but she just could not force herself to enjoy this sensation, especially since the burning wax then cooled and hardened on her skin, an ever present reminder to the rush of pain the heat had brought on.
Finally, she screamed. She screamed through the panties in her mouth and, while she was a screamer during sex, Lumiere could hear a tint of wrongness in this. He pulled his fingers out, removed the candle from overhead (thank God) and untied and untagged her. "Babette?" he whispered, cautiously touching her shoulder. "I am sorry, are you alright? Did it hurt? Do forgive me, perhaps we can try it again later, or maybe--"
"Non," she whispered, pulling away, wrapping her clothes around her shoulders. "Non! Get away!" she stood, the wax at her tomcat cracking and falling off bit my bit. "No!" she said once more, going for the door. "I will not be burned again!"
She left.
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