I undress you with slow, almost ritualistic movements; undoing the buttons on your dress one at a time, letting you breathe between them so you can feel my knuckles brush against the skin of your chest and your belly. When its loose enough you feel the warmth of my hand on your shoulder, pushing away the fabric of your dress inch by teasing inch. It billows to the floor around your feet, followed quickly by your bra. You stand before me, only the flimsy lace of your underwear between your tender flesh and my carnivorous desire. Behind you, the iron of the bed frame is cool and unforgiving. Its top bar is about waist high. I tie your wrist to it, wrapping them with soft rope on either side of your body. The insistent desire that thrums between your thighs gets more intense with each of my slow, deliberate movements. When you are bound, held securely against the cold, immovable metal, I run my thumb along your lower lip and say “Mouth.”

Your jaw falls open like I have spoken a spell, and I put the ring gag carefully between your teeth, then buckle it under your hair. The words work a different kind of magic when I tell you that “You’re such a good, compliant little bunny.” They send a rush of pleasure out from your pussy into the tips of your fingers and the ends of your toes. But the spell and the ecstasy it brings recede quickly, leave you needy and helpless as I grope your breasts. Rills of desire flow down your spine, making you shiver as my fingers graze over your nipples. My hands flow downwards, following the sinews of your back until they reach your ass. I caress the long curve of your buttocks, and my fingers brush your labia as I strip off your panties.

With a tap I spread your thighs. A steady hand holds the vibrator where it will torment you the most while the other hand wraps the tape that will keep it in place around your leg. There’s a low buzz and an instant, urgent flow of pleasure when I turn the vibrator on; it makes you tug at your bonds, but they hold fast.

“Are you ready to suffer for me, little bunny?” I ask and you give the only answer you can, nodding like the needy slut you are.

“Good girl.” I smile.

The nipple clamps come first. They send a sudden, bright pain shooting along your nerves, burning into the depth of your brain. I laugh as you moan and thrash, then pull on the chain that now hangs between your breasts. “You’re such a tender little bunny.” I whisper just loud enough for you to hear over the vibrator, stroking your hair as I torment you. “Its what makes you so pleasing, so much fun to play with.” My praise calls forth another wave of pleasure. You whimper as it mixes with the pain from the clamps.

Your fingers twitch as the vibrators unrelenting bliss builds in your body. Your toes have started to curl when the first drop of wax falls onto your chest. It’s followed by another, and another; a searing constellation of agonizing stars drips onto your sensitive skin. I don’t make you count the drops, just watch as you lose yourself between the flood of pleasure and the burn of pain. You quiver helplessly, each drip of wax makes you whimper or cry out. I watch your breasts move up and down with each of your desperate breaths, watch the tremors in your legs get more intense. “Is my little bunny going to come?”

You just nod desperately “Hpplllsss.” You try to force out a plea, but the ring between your teeth makes it into a wet and desperate choke. I pour a long stream of wax onto your chest and smile “Are you trying to beg through the gag? What an adorably pathetic bunny.” Another burning river falls across the skin of your belly. “You’ve been so good, and I’ve been pretty mean. Of course you can come, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with you.”

Your will gives in, even knowing that more torment is coming. Your hips thrust forward and your eyes roll back as ecstasy floods into your body, an over whelming and irresistible pleasure overtakes you even as more hot, painful wax spills down your breasts.