Being on a leash shouldn’t feel good, but you cannot help that it does. You’re clad only in the thin silk of your panties with your hands cuffed behind your back. The black-out lenses in your eyes are not enough to blind you completely, but they reduce the world to a play of light and shadow. You are alone and exposed in this blurred and featureless world. No, not quite alone. The soft leather of the collar around your neck reminds you that I am close. You kneel in front of my chair, occasionally feeling the links of the chain shifting across your skin. All you can do is wait, enjoying the blissful emptiness of your head and eager tingle of your pussy, while I read or play games or work; wait for me to use my good little fuck toy.

You cannot tell how much time has passed when the leash is suddenly pulled tight. You feel my steadying hand on your shoulder as I lift you to your feet. The direction of the tension changes and you follow without thinking. Wherever I am leading, I take you there slowly, allowing myself to savour the sight of your exposed body and trusting eyes. With a sudden force I pull you close, making you stumble into the solid mass of my body. I squeeze your ass while you lean against me, then push you against the wall and grope your breasts with slow, possessive fingers. You don’t even think to resist, even if you did there is nothing you could do. You only gasp and moan, a good little doll accepting my dominion over your body.

I step away, but a tug on your leash reminds you that I am still in control as I once more lead you towards an unknown fate. You follow obediently until I bring you to a stop. The hand cuffs click as I take them off. There’s a gentle hiss, and a sudden feeling of softness against your skin as I stretch you across the sheets. Your pussy sings, its high and needy song echoing through your whole body as the cuffs lock around your wrists once again, securing you to the headboard. I grab you by the throat, and the song of need between your thighs rises into an aria of primal desperation. My hand runs slowly over your chest and belly, down your hips to strip away your panties. At last, desperate and helpless, you are laid bare before me.

My hand still slides over your skin with a soft, exploratory caress. Less than a second after you feel my fingertips leave there’s a sudden sharp burn on your chest. Pain pierces into the softness of your void as I pour the hot wax onto your skin. It catches you off guard, making you yelp and thrash. You struggle harder still as you feel a fiery cascade falling onto your belly, then searing drops fall on either side of it. There’s no way for you to predict where the wax will land. You keep thrashing but have no hope of freeing yourself. All you do is put on a wonderful show for me as I torment you. The heat of the wax is sharp and clear and agonizing as it falls across your chest and belly in a storm of burning rain. Occasionally a few drops, a little cooler but still painful, drip one by one onto your thighs. There’s nothing you can do but twist your body hopelessly and whimper in pain.

There’s only a subtle change in the light above, but you know something is happening. You feel my hand running down the inside of your thigh, then lifting it over my shoulder, exposing the most sensitive and sacred part of you to my tender mercy. I once again take a hold of your throat, making you fight for each breath as my cock fills you. The desperate aria is replaced by roiling waves of pleasure. You have no power to resist them, just gasp and squeak as they carry you along. The pleasure builds as I use you, flowing in from the extremities and out from the centre. You are bound, suffering, and helpless as the orgasm flows over you. You come as a mind less, obedient fuck doll. A little toy being used by her owner.