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loud and clear. Not letting up, he dribbled wax in a continuous flow from the candle, encasing her entire nipple in a sheath of white. He didn’t stop until every inch of her areola was covered and then he paused only long enough to move from one breast to the other.
    The moans had turned to whimpers now as he finished laying down an equally thick coat of wax on her right nipple. Her breasts heaved with her breathing and Phillip stepped back to examine his most beautiful slave.
    Her body, stretched along the table and bound with white rope, glimmered in the light of the myriad candles. Her breasts, covered in white wax, moved slower now as he let her regain her composure and he thanked the power that had brought Sarah into his life.
    For years Phillip had looked for the woman who could handle his passions and his desire to dominate in the bedroom. Although inexperience had doomed one relationship when he was still in his twenties and inflexibility had doomed another, with Sarah he felt as if he’d found the other half of himself. She not only took what he gave her but turned it around and gave it back to him fivefold. She deserved the best experiences he could design for her.
    Picking up a stiff crop, he paused a moment more before bringing it into play. This would take her totally by surprise. The neck of the crop was much stiffer than anything he’d used on her in the past and the sting would be much stronger as a result. The end was also made of stiff leather, not floppy and soft like the one he’d used a few weekends ago. If he allowed her her voice, he was sure she’d scream first and scold later. Without another thought, he slapped it down across her breasts.
    He wasn’t disappointed in her reaction. The guttural scream, cut off and muffled by the plastic wrap, still came out loud and clear in the silence of the room. He thwacked her breasts again, watching the wax pop off one nipple entirely to roll down off her breast, across the small space of the table and onto the floor. Picking up the candelabrum, he checked her breasts.
    Two small pink spots showed where the crop had landed, but other than that, the now-cracked white wax had protected her skin. He set down the candles and snapped the crop across her breasts several times in quick succession. Wax flew off in several directions as he flipped it with the stiff crop. Even after the majority was gone, he continued slapping her breasts from side to side with the crop, listening to her cries.
    Time to bring in his secret weapon.
     
    Sarah had forgotten all about the butterfly between her legs. The stiff crop had prevented her from thinking anything at all, but the sudden vibration on her clit quickly refocused her thoughts. She wanted to come. No, she needed to come. Desperately.
    The stinging on her breasts subsided as the vibration between her legs increased. Her hands tried to move, to press the toy against her clit and hasten her coming. Frustrated, her whimper became a sob.
    The vibrations grew even stronger. Her attention, desiring to solely focus on her pussy, was torn by her inability to move and by the small, light slaps he now rained on her breasts. Her mind couldn’t deal with all the sensations. Quick, small breaths balanced her on the edge of a precipice as her mind shut down everything but the tension that coiled ever tighter. A tension centered just beneath that little pink butterfly.
    A hard slap across her breasts sent her hurtling over the edge, plummeting downward only to rise again as the spasms racked her body. As her muscles contracted over and over, her spirit dove and rose, released in total freedom from her bound body. She soared through the clouds, diving and dipping in their incredible whiteness, relief and joy intermingling in total freedom made possible only by the binding of her body. Even after the vibrations stopped and the ropes were removed, Sarah lay listless, her body contracting sporadically as her mind gloried in the