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After they rang the doorbell and knocked several times, Chris opened the door. He looked disheveled in ancient sweats and was stooped like he was in pain. He made an effort to straighten when he saw them.
“Didn’t you get my messages? I’m not going to the club tonight.”
Kate shouldered past him into the house, and Christurned to watch her, letting Yvonne slide past him into the house as well.Nice move, subbie!
“Kate… wait… Yvonne?” Chris sounded both desperate and frustrated. Kate turned and faced him with her hands on her hips and challenge in her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it again, and shut the door behind him with a soft click.
Kate studied him. How to get through to him? Pleasure or pain or…?
Yvonne whirled around and threw herself in Chris’s arms.
“I missed you, Sir,” she said loud enough for Kate to hear. Chris stiffened for a moment before pulling Yvonne closer to him and letting out a shuddering sigh.Aha!Kate smiled.Comfort first. Right!
Kate looked around. The condo was a mess. Chris wasn’t a neat freak, but usually he took care of himself and his environment. With quick strides Kate headed for the bathroom and started the shower. She returned to Chris and Yvonne, who were still hugging, and kissed Yvonne in a silent thank you before pulling Chris with her. Working with the cue she’d gotten from Yvonne, she would go with comfort first, then pain and pleasure, before she would make him talk.
Kate pulled him into the bathroom and slowly undressed him, while caressing him and pressing kisses on exposed skin.
“Strip, angel,” she said softly, and Yvonne immediately started to undress. Kate threw Chris’s sweats into the hamper, and with a swift smack to his butt she ordered, “Step in the shower with Yvonne and wait for me.”
Chris followed her orders wordlessly. Since their arrival, he’d barely spoken. It wasn’t like him at all.
Kate went into his bedroom to get clean clothes and rope. When she’d last visited, she’d noticed strategically placed handles in the shower. The man liked his bondage and not only in the bedroom. As she retrieved the strands of hemp from his closet, she saw a collection of soy candles and grabbed two and matches to light them.
Both Yvonne and Chris now stood in the shower when Kate returned, Yvonne scrubbing Chris’s back. The room smelled wet, fresh, woodsy with a light floral note, and entirely masculine, with no more hint of Chris’s week-old unwashed body.
Kate lit both candles and stripped quickly before she addressed the girl, “Thank you, angel.” Yvonne turned her head, and her eyes widened as she spotted the ropes Kate held. “I’ll rinse him down.”
Chris stood statue-still, his hands against the wall and, at first, didn’t notice Yvonne leaving the shower stall and Kate entering.
Kate wrapped rope around his wrist in a practiced move, and his head jerked from its slumped position.
“Do you want to use your safeword, imp?” she whispered in his ear.
He hesitated for a moment and shook his head. “No, Mistress. Make me forget everything and let me just feel for a while.”
“I can do that, my darling boy. I can certainly do that.”
Kate finished tying his hands and rinsed the soap from his back. When all the suds were gone, she tied him at the knees and ankles, his legs spread far apart, and turned the water warmer. Kate aimed the spray between his legs, and he went on his tiptoes. She pulled away the hose and stroked his buttocks and massaged his balls. His cock was erect, the tip engorged and red.
Kate turned up the heat and aimed the spray repeatedly until the water was scalding hot and he was flinching away from it. She closed the tap and lit the red candle. Kate tested the wax on the inside of her arm, lowered the candle and did it again. Soy wax had a low burning temperature, but sometimes added ingredients made the candles burn hotter, and Kate always checked before exposing her subs to wax. Kate tugged on his sack, and Chris groaned.
“Push your ass out, imp,” she ordered.
Chris arched his back, and she let the first drops of wax fall on his buttocks, working in a circle, getting gradually closer to his balls. When he was coated in a red heart-shaped form—who said she wasn’t a romantic?—she lifted the black candle and repeated her actions, admiring the red and black drops against the pale skin of his ass. Chris’s breathing had become ragged, and he had goosebumps all over his skin. Kate stroked his shoulders and back to check, and the warm skin reassured and pleased her.
“How are you doing, imp?”
“G-good.” He shuddered, before he begged, “Please, please… touch my cock. I want… I need…” He couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences.
Kate grabbed his length at the base and stroked to the top. She swirled her finger around the tip and stroked to the root again. She repeated the action until his knees went weak and he leaned heavily against the wall.
Yvonne came back in, and Kate turned her way.
“I cleaned up the mess, but he has no food in the house,” Yvonne said softly.
Kate nodded. “It doesn’t surprise me, with the state he was in. We’ll deal with food in a bit. Let’s make him come and try to coax him into talking. I might need your help to support him, too.”
“Yes Mistress.” Yvonne stepped closer. “What do you want me to do now?” Kate loved how she was always eager to please and help.
