The Vassal Academy Private Club – Welcome to Paradise!

This time, he remembers not to be in mist form as the cherub teleports him. He stands, expectantly waiting for his Pet.
 

Walking in, I spot my Master. Moving quickly to him


Master, I hope I didn't keep you waiting. What will you have of me today.
 

Walking in, I spot my Master. Moving quickly to him


Master, I hope I didn't keep you waiting. What will you have of me today.

What I would have of you every day, my Pet. Your mind, your body, your very spirit.

Casting his glance about, he spies a low, padded table, just perfect for what he has in mind.

Strip Pet, by the count of 10 if you value your clothing. And stand in front of the table, hands behind your head, legs spread.
 
Shivering slightly Master you have that and more. Yes, Master

My fingers open the two buttons at the top of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I reach back and upclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I slide my skirt down next, rushing to get my panties off
 
Shivering slightly Master you have that and more. Yes, Master

My fingers open the two buttons at the top of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I reach back and upclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I slide my skirt down next, rushing to get my panties off

I smile fangs flashing, making note of the clothing she is wearing today, since it is obvious she doesn't wish it destroyed.

You are getting better at that, my sweet Pet. Though you have but two seconds more to remove your panties.

Raising my hands, the talons appearing in promise.
 
My skirt is dropped along with the other clothes. Smiling, I am happy not to lose my new outfit as I begin to slide my panties down. I slowly reveal my soft supple bottom. Stepping out of my panties I rush over to the table. My legs spread as my fingers lace behind my head.
 
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My smile grows as I see my sweet Pet revealed in all her glory. Moving about, I examine the contents of the various tastefully hidden drawers in the walls, removing a bit of this, and one or two of that. Turning to find you have assumed your position I smile, walking toward you and signaling one of the waitstaff.

I require candles tonight, two large pillars, one black, one a scarlet red.
 
I hear you moving around, wanting to see but knowing I must stand still. My legs tremble just a bit as you move toward me. My lips split into a grin as I hear of the scarlet candle. Knowing the soft glow of candlelight will make the night that much better.
 
Stepping up behind you, I close the soft leather restraints around your wrists. Trailing them teasingly down your body, I add the ankle cuffs to your ensemble. The butterfly is quickly placed over your sensitive little nub, and the straps tied off around your hips.

Up on the table, Pet, on your back, arms down and legs back and open.
 
My body immediately relaxes as the cuffs are locked around my wrists, bringing my breath rushing out. This is where I belong, strapped and waiting for my Master's pleasure.

I look down as you attach the butterfly to me, shuddering as I remember the feel of it working against my sex. I hopped up on the table on my back, pulling my legs open, looking up at my Master.
 
Such a good girl, Scarlet.

Walking aorund you, I secure your wrist cuffs to the table. I slide a soft pillow under your head as I walk around the head of the table. I lift short straps up from the side of the table, clipping them to your ankle cuffs, and tightening them down until you are spread wide, open and vulnerable for me.
 
Even though I trust you, this position, so open and exposed, brings a sliver of fear sliding through my stomach. I watch you walking around me, securing me as you wish. When you are finished, I am spread wide, knowing you can probably see my arousal, between my legs.
 
I smile down into your lovely face, my eyes beginning to glimmer red, and fangs revealed. Hitting the small switch, I set the butterfly to work on you, and lift the black candle from it's holder.

Hmmm...such a beautiful, blank canvas to paint. Where to begin, where to begin?

Walking around you, a let the first drops of wax fall on the gentle curve of your left breast, just below you shoulder.
 
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I love the red burning in your eyes, showing your lust. Groaning, my eyes shut as the butterfly begins to torment me. The soft vibrations sending waved of pleasure through me, filling my body with heat. My eyes open as I hear your words, curious as to what you mean.

I eye the candle warily, knowing the torment it will bring. My breath sucks in as I feel the burn of the wax on my sensitive flesh. My hands flex open and close as I wait for it to cool.
 
Moving to stand beside you, on the right side of your head, I move the candle about in your vision, teasing you with it, holding it above your chest, before tilting it, letting a thin stream of wax fall down to splash across your left breast.
 
My body tenses as I watch the candle moving over me. As you tilt it slowly, my teeth clench, eyes wide. I groan loudly as the wax reaches my pale flesh. My breathing speeds up as the wax begins to cool. I can already feel my pussy getting moist, wondering if you can smell it.
 
Tired of the black, I set it down, picking up the scarlet candle, and start painting formless designs down your belly with it. I avoid your sex for the moment, trailing the wax instead down your thighs, watching in fascination as it runs down your inner thigh, stopping just short of your wet flesh.
 
My eyes squeeze shut as you drip the hot wax along my body. Each drop brings a soft moan, as I try to shift out of the way. The hot wax burns a trail down my thighs, causing me to arch my back, groaning loudly. I can feel the skin under the trails of wax as they continue to throb, almost in time with my aching bud.
 
Let's try something new, Pet. The way you are spread open has given me an idea.

I hold the candle about a foot aboeve your right knee, and tilt it, pouring a thin stream down onto your skin.
Let's see how long it take for the trail to reach your sweet soaking sex.
 
I tilt my head to the side, wondering what wicked thought has crossed your mind. The wax is hot against my leg, sliding down slowly, leaving a scalding path behind it. I wonder if it will reach my sex before cooling hard.

My eyes are rivoted on the burning drop, leaving a trail behind it. As it gets closer, my legs begin to shake. I feel it sliding down the space between my leg and my soft lips, moaning at the burning feeling against my sex. It stops just short of flowing over my lip. Panting, I relax against the table as I am spared.
 
That was not so bad, was it my Pet? Shall we try the black on your other leg?

Grinning at you, I set down the scarlet andle and lift the black into postition.

Ready, Pet? I tilt the candle, watching as the wax pours down, making a matching trail down your inner thigh.
 
No, Master. It wasn't bad at all.

I watch as the candle tilts, sliding its molten gift down my other leg. The drop seems to move faster this time, burning as it slides towards my wet folds.

My breath catches as it hits the bottom of my leg. I cry out as it continues along my lip and falls between my folds.
 
Setting the candle aside, I turn up the butterfly, and strip off my clothing.

Picking up a crop, I step to the top of the table, my tip just out of reach of your mouth. Using the crop, I begin to flip the wax off your skin, then bring it down to slap against the side of your left breast.


Can you reach me, Pet? I step a step closer, the tip just barely out of reach.
 
Moaning at the increased vibrations, I force my eyes to remain open, watching as my Master reveals his hard body to me. My eyes grow heated as he comes towards me, my lips parting in anticipation. He stops and slaps the crop against my breast tearing a cry from me.

I watch as he comes closer but still too far. Whimpering, my tongue slides out, trying to taste, but still not reaching.


Master, let me please you. Come closer, please
 
Moaning at the increased vibrations, I force my eyes to remain open, watching as my Master reveals his hard body to me. My eyes grow heated as he comes towards me, my lips parting in anticipation. He stops and slaps the crop against my breast tearing a cry from me.

I watch as he comes closer but still too far. Whimpering, my tongue slides out, trying to taste, but still not reaching.


Master, let me please you. Come closer, please

Stepping forward, I slide my shaft along your lips. And conitnue to apply the crop to your chest.

Please me, Pet. Use you talented mouth and please me.
 
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