<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Elysia</span></span><br/><br/>Elysia pressed her lips together to keep from saying something that would get her into trouble when Nathan scolded her for being 'mouthy'. She supposed she had been talking a little out of turn. Even so, she struggled to take criticism quietly. She nodded silently when he asked if she wanted a picture, feeling a little dirty for requesting it of him. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth again, feeling embarrassed, but she didn't change her mind. She wanted to know just what kind of view he had of her.<br/><br/>She felt more hot wax dribble onto her skin and she gasped, her chest heaving as she adjusted to the sensation. It was hotter now that the candle had heated up and she shivered as she listened to him cross to her dresser. She kept still, trying to guess where he stood now. Her head was pressed back against the wooden bedpost and she wished again that she could see what he was doing. His silence made her nervous.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she heard the click of the camera on her phone and her arousal grew. She shifted, rubbing her thighs together. He was in front of her them, trailing what felt like the riding crop up along her body. Her breathing hitched as she nervously waited for him to use it on her. And he did, only not in the way she expected. Instead, he began to pleasure her with the whip and she squirmed and writhed where she stood. Her lips parted and she panted as he focused his attention on her clitoris and she heard the camera click again, gasping in surprise. She'd thought he'd put it down in favor of the riding crop and embarrassment and uncharacteristic shyness filled her. He took a final photo with his arm around her and she wished she could see what they had turned out like.<br/><br/>"But Master," Elysia playfully began to object when Nathan informed her that it was time for her punishment. Her words were cut off as she felt the leather come down on her sensitive inner thigh. "You bastard," she hissed, breaking character and barely resisting the urge to tear herself free from her bindings. Her leg stung and she whimpered in pain until he returned the crop to her sensitive sex and began massaging her again. Slowly the pain ebbed away and she was rocking her hips in delight. Before she could really begin to enjoy it however, the whip came down hard on her other thigh and she hissed, swearing again. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the pain as he began peeling off some of the wax from her chest.<br/><br/>Nathan pressed his body against Sia's, distracting her from the pain with his warmth. She hummed softly in contentment at the feeling of his wonderfully hard and hot body moving sensually against her own. The sudden sound of a vibrator very close to her body had Elysia wiggling about where she stood. Suddenly something was shoved into her mouth and she cried out in objection, though the sound was muffled by what felt like the riding crop. She bit down, growling quietly until she felt the vibrator press against her aching sex. She let out a moan through the handle of the whip, her hips rocking of their own accord. Suddenly the intensity of the vibrating shot upwards and Sia screamed through her makeshift gag, her hands clamping down around the wooden post she was tied to. She bucked her hips through a ferocious orgasm, the teasing and the strength of the vibrator becoming too much. She rose up on the toes of her boots as her back arched and she bit down hard on the leather crop again.<br/><br/>Sia didn't have much of a chance to come fully down from her high because Nathan was pushing the vibrator into her and she was unable to do anything but thrust against it, her head tilting back and her chest heaving as she listened to him narrate. It was so hot when he was vocal like this and only spurred her towards a second, even more intense orgasm.<br/><br/>She felt his mouth over her breast, pulling the wax free and she moaned loudly again as his tongue pressed against her hyper sensitive nipple. She had to really focus on not pulling free from her bindings now. Waves of pleasure was washing over her and a second blinding pleasurable climax erupted within her and she screamed again, bucking against the vibrator and soaking it and his hand. It was still thrumming intensely inside of her and the pleasure was almost too much. Her legs gave out a little beneath her as her body shuddered in pleasure. She was relieved to have his shirt holding her weight where she was tied to the bed post. Her chest heaved for breath that she didn't even need and she forced herself to stand properly again, her hands clutching the bedpost for support.