Postby Saphira » Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:04 pm
I began to walk around my dungeon and determine which objects to use on my poor slave. I would stop at one item, and then move on to the next, weighing the torturous benefits of each. Moving around to my supply bench, I noticed a gallon-sized can lying underneath. I bent down to retrieve it, and saw that it was liquid latex. I opened the lid and peered inside. Only a tiny amount had been used, but it had been left sitting for so long that I needed to warm it up first in order to make it nice and spreadable. I glanced around and saw a hot plate sitting over in a corner. I went to go plug that in to start heating it up when I happened to see some candles lying next to it. I had wanted to keep my hot and cold items together, but must have forgotten about these seeing as how they were brand new. They were long and skinny, and I thought of a perfect way to use them. I waited for the hot plate to heat up, but before placing the latex on top of it, I held the candles against the bottom. They slowly started to melt and wax dripped down the sides. I lifted them up and watched two large drops fall to the ground. I looked over at my slave and grinned.
I went back over to him, and rolled his saran wrapped body across the floor so that he lay in the middle of the room. I found the chair with the missing bottom that I had used earlier in the night, and placed the hole right over his exposed genitals. I collected some tape and a long-necked lighter then set to work. I placed one candle aside to save for later, and the other I placed on one side of the hollowed out bottom. The end was over him while the wick lay outside of the chair. I wrapped it in tape so that it wouldn’t fall in either direction, and then did the same with the lighter on the other side of the chair. I placed the end which released the fire as close to the candle as I could manage, and then taped it down as well. Finally, I flicked the lighter on and taped that switch up so that the flame would be constant. The candle slowly started to melt, and when the first drop fell, he gasped as the hot wax hit his cock. Another one fell shortly after that, and when it reached his body, he gritted his teeth together. He now knew what I was up to, and I smiled as I could feel his tension. He would press his lips together in anticipation, then when the wax hit him, he would slightly cringe and repeat the cycle all over again. I left him to that wax torture as I finally went to warm the latex.
Setting the can on to the hot plate, I went upstairs for a bit. I cleaned up the dinner dishes that I had used earlier, and did some minor cleaning before returning back to the shelter. The latex was almost to the right consistency, so I turned off the hot plate just in case it got too hot and burnt. I then went over to check on my slave. A decent amount of the candle was gone, and all of that used wax was glistening and hardening on his manhood. Some had rolled down around his balls, creating various lines, while some had built up into a pile resting on his cock. He was panting as well, but I didn’t know if it was from the mental torture of waiting for the wax to fall, or if it was from being enclosed in the plastic for a while. In any case, I got him some more water, and told him that he would be free soon. No need to say that he would right into another enclosed space afterwards, I thought. I decided that the candle had melted enough for the day, so I turned the lighter off and moved the chair over into a corner of the room. I grabbed hold of the latex can, and walked it over to his side. While I had been upstairs, I found a razor, some shaving cream and a towel, and I was going to use these items to shave him down before applying the latex cover on his body.
Starting with his legs, I cut through the plastic and set them free. He sighed with relief as he bent them and moved them around to get some circulation flowing, but I sat on his cock to keep him from going anywhere. I lathered up his legs with the cream, and he twitched as he tried to figure out what I was doing next. The smell of roses hit my nose and I smiled at the thought of how he would react to his new scent. I slowly dragged the razor up his leg, and as soon as he felt it, he jerked away. Thankfully, he didn’t end up nicking himself and getting blood everywhere, but I still smacked the inside of his thighs and told him to behave. He moaned as he felt the razor go over each of his legs, and when I was done, I dried him off and ran my hands all over his smooth skin. He cringed as he felt the heightened sense of tough on his bare legs
I took the plastic off of his head next, and noticed that some of his hair was plastered to his forehead. I got him some more water, and he looked up at me with glaring eyes. He closed them for the duration of his shaving, and sat in stony silence as I cooed over his hairless body. Once all of the plastic was off, and he was completely bare, I peeled the wax off of his cock. He winced and yelped a couple times as it stuck in a few places, but besides that his hardened eyes didn’t change their emotion.
I sighed at him as I lifted up the can of latex and grabbed him by the neck. I pulled him upright and forced him to walk over to the wooden holding area that he had built earlier. I lay him down across the wooden slats on the bottom, and grabbed the suspension cuffs that still hung from the top ledge. I latched his arms and legs on to the four corner posts, and then straddled his chest. I began to pour the latex across his arms and neck. He moaned and cringed as he felt it touch him, but couldn’t move to prevent it from setting. I moved down his body, spreading it across his chest with my hands, and then down on to his legs, saving his cock for last. Once everything but that was covered in a thick layer of latex, I spooned some out of the can with my hand and cupped his balls with it. I massaged them until his head arched back and he began to moan again. I gave him a sort of hand job as I spread the latex all down his cock, and when he was built up and ready to release, I stopped. He let out a very vocal sound of exasperation, and slammed his head down into the boards. I laughed and admired my work of art. It would take a while to harden, so while I was waiting, I went up to lay next to his head. I looked over at him, but he kept his eyes closed, and turned his head away from me. I grabbed his jaw and turned him to face me before giving him a light kiss, followed by a wink and a giggle. He glared at me before turning away again. I gasped, and lightly slapped one of his cheeks. As a slight punishment, I placed myself on top of his exposed mouth again, and made him pleasure me yet another time. I thoroughly enjoyed that before getting up and leaving him to lay in his body mask of hardening latex.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade