Soon SM arrived at the last day. I don’t know what the project is today. I looked at the wounds on my body. In fact, they were not very serious. They were all pinched and abraded, which should not be a problem.
As I thought about it, the door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in a robe walked in outside the door. This time, no waiter helped him get the equipment. The middle-aged man clamped a few bamboo poles with a creaking nest on one side, a large bundle of hemp ropes hung on his arms, a few thick red candles in his hand, and a large, well-detained stool that was not much longer than the first day.
After coming in, he said loudly: Come here and put your own torture instruments down!
I walked over and took the candle from the middle-aged man's hands and the rope on his arms, and then saw him put down the bamboo pole and the restraint stool, and said to me: Today is a binding of Heshi, wax and needles, I don't like noise. If you dare to yell during the process, be careful that I will punish you!
After saying that, he didn't say anything nonsense. He picked up the hemp rope and started to tie me up. He hung the rope around my neck, then crossed it in front of my breasts, pinned my hands behind my back and hugged each other, and then tied my hands together.
The rope went around between my legs, tied my pussy, and then closed my waist down again, tied my feet tightly
I was tied up in such a way, and then the middle-aged man kicked me on the knee and asked me to kneel down, saying: I lay on the ground!
I did as I said, and then I felt my feet hanging up, and I lay on the ground with my waist bent backwards.
Just when I was wondering what middle-aged people were going to do, a severe pain came from my big toe. Before I could react, I felt severe pain again between my fingers. Soon, my ten and eight fingers on my feet were stabbed all over, and I cried in pain.
The middle-aged man heard my cry and hummed. My back was whipped by a handful of fine and soft things. I felt even more painful when I saw from the light that the middle-aged man used a whip with many small pimps. There seemed to be some shining things on the pimp.
The middle-aged man said: This is a scattered whip with a small blade. If you hit it, it will break the skin. You'd better not yell again, otherwise you'll look good.
I don't dare to call this whip again
Then the pain of needle pricking on my feet and ankles came from my feet. Then the needle was removed and I put it in different places on my toes, fingers, feet and ankles. After the middle-aged man took the needles, he used his hands to shake the needles from time to time. The pain made me cry.
Seeing that I didn't cry, the middle-aged man seemed not satisfied, so he started to slap several needles at the same place at a time. I couldn't help but scream again. The middle-aged man couldn't wait to greet my back, and then a heat flow came from my back. The middle-aged man urinated on my wound. This small wound hurt even more when stimulated by the salt in the urine.
After tortured me for more than an hour, the middle-aged man temporarily put me down. He untied the rope on my feet, then let me walk to the stool, and said to me: Lying on myself, then bent my feet and placing them in an M shape.
After I put on my pose, the middle-aged man tied my feet again and grabbed a bamboo pole between my knees to spread my feet. After I was ready, he trapped me firmly on the restraint stool, then picked up the candle from the side, lit it, and took it to me, and said sinisterly: Little slut, you have played with other things, have you never played with wax! This is not a candle used by ordinary SM. It is specially equipped with me. It is warm and lasting and does not fall off your skin. It is very fun.
After saying that, he tilted the candle and dripped the wax on my chest. A burning heat came from my chest. The temperature was indeed very high, but it was still within the range I could bear.
After the wax solidified, the uncle used his hand to pick the wax. The average wax would come off as soon as he picked it up, but the wax would stick tightly to the fine hair on my chest. Once it was lifted, it would take away a piece of fine hair, and also bring a pain of hair removal.
The middle-aged man said: What a little slut, it feels good. The wax drips on you later and will take away the scabs on the wounds on your body! Don't worry, I won't take them all away at once, I will let you enjoy it slowly. Then the middle-aged man started to let the candles wander around me.
After a long round of greetings, except for breasts, nipples, pussy, and anus, all over my body was covered with wax spots. Then the middle-aged man took out a tweezer from his pocket and started to lift the wax on my body. Every time he lifted a piece of it, it was equivalent to lifting a wound on me. When he finished lifting everything, I was red again.
The middle-aged man seemed very excited to see the wounds all over me. He took out a spray bottle from his pocket and started spraying water on my body. When the water touched my wound, it felt a sharp pain. The middle-aged man laughed abnormally and said: These are hydrogen peroxide, which will disinfect you.
He played with it for half an hour before he stopped
Just as he stopped spraying water, he picked up his candle and said: I wonder how this wax would feel when you drip into your little slut's nipples and pussy?
After saying that, it started to drip. The nipples and clitoris were sensitive, and the heat was even more so. When the hot wax water dripped onto my nipples and clitoris, I actually started to moan. The middle-aged man was very excited when he heard it, so he dripped more wax water on it.
After the nipples and clitoris were covered with wax water, he started to pick it up with his hands. The clitoris was fine, there was no wound, but he felt a tug, but there was a wound on his nipples, so he greeted him with hydrogen peroxide.
Finally, when the wax drips were over, the middle-aged man started to pick up the needle again and said: Punctured his toes just now was just an appetizer. Now let's get the nipple! He picked up two needles about twenty centimeters long, and started to pierce it from the front of my nipple. He stabbed it for more than half before he stopped. Both nipples were the same. I was afraid that he would spray me with hydrogen peroxide again, so he could only hold back and not shout.
I thought there was only one needle on my nipples, but who knew that he took more than a dozen short needles and stabbed my nipples from each side, and then pierced them from the other end, making my nipples become hedgehogs
That's not all. He inserted the long needle into it and pulled it out five or six times, and then licked the blood beads that oozed out of his nipples.
After tossing my nipples, the middle-aged man started to pick up another needle and look at my lower body. He first looked at my pussy for a long time and sighed: It would be a pity to not enjoy the needle for such a beautiful vagina.
Then he began to constantly bounce the clitoris with his fingers, and swollen it. Then he turned the clitoris head out of the foreskin, picked up a curved needle, and hooked it in with force. I arched my body backwards, and gave him the opportunity to open my labia majora. Then there was constant pain on both sides of the labia majora. I felt that each side of my labia majora had been stabbed for at least 5 needles, and then the labia minora was also hurt, and three needles were stabbed on each side.
After the abuse was completed, the uncle laughed with satisfaction and said: This is the first time I have abused a girl like this. Your age is limited in tolerance, and your painful expression is exciting!
Then he started pulling the needles on my vagina again, and he licked them as long as blood seeps out. After half an hour, he removed all the needles, picked me up and returned to the hook in the room. He called, and the waiter brought in an iron hook, a pulley and a bucket from outside. Another uncle pushed half a tank of water in.
Seeing this thing, I probably knew what he wanted to play. The uncle gestured for a moment, hung me up, and then saw him say to the waiter: Come and help me, hook this anal hook into the asshole of the little slut, then install the pulley and hang the bucket.
The waiter cooperated and did it very well. After the installation was completed, the middle-aged man asked the waiter to add water to the bucket. As the weight of the bucket increased, the hook pulled the hole of my anus bigger and bigger. The middle-aged man was very excited when he saw it and started to take off his pants and fuck my pussy with his cock. While fucking, he gestured to see if his hand could reach into my anus, and then directed the waiter to add water to the bucket.
Finally, his hand was completely inserted into my anus, but he was not trying to fist, but stretched out his fingers to feel the position of his glans in my pussy, and then kept using his glans to find out the position of my G spot. Finally, he pressed the upper part of the G spot from the anus with his fingers, and then used his glans to stimulate the G spot. I felt very happy. Half an hour later, the middle-aged man finally ejaculated, and then he said: Okay, the abuse mission is completed
As I thought about it, the door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in a robe walked in outside the door. This time, no waiter helped him get the equipment. The middle-aged man clamped a few bamboo poles with a creaking nest on one side, a large bundle of hemp ropes hung on his arms, a few thick red candles in his hand, and a large, well-detained stool that was not much longer than the first day.
After coming in, he said loudly: Come here and put your own torture instruments down!
I walked over and took the candle from the middle-aged man's hands and the rope on his arms, and then saw him put down the bamboo pole and the restraint stool, and said to me: Today is a binding of Heshi, wax and needles, I don't like noise. If you dare to yell during the process, be careful that I will punish you!
After saying that, he didn't say anything nonsense. He picked up the hemp rope and started to tie me up. He hung the rope around my neck, then crossed it in front of my breasts, pinned my hands behind my back and hugged each other, and then tied my hands together.
The rope went around between my legs, tied my pussy, and then closed my waist down again, tied my feet tightly
I was tied up in such a way, and then the middle-aged man kicked me on the knee and asked me to kneel down, saying: I lay on the ground!
I did as I said, and then I felt my feet hanging up, and I lay on the ground with my waist bent backwards.
Just when I was wondering what middle-aged people were going to do, a severe pain came from my big toe. Before I could react, I felt severe pain again between my fingers. Soon, my ten and eight fingers on my feet were stabbed all over, and I cried in pain.
The middle-aged man heard my cry and hummed. My back was whipped by a handful of fine and soft things. I felt even more painful when I saw from the light that the middle-aged man used a whip with many small pimps. There seemed to be some shining things on the pimp.
The middle-aged man said: This is a scattered whip with a small blade. If you hit it, it will break the skin. You'd better not yell again, otherwise you'll look good.
I don't dare to call this whip again
Then the pain of needle pricking on my feet and ankles came from my feet. Then the needle was removed and I put it in different places on my toes, fingers, feet and ankles. After the middle-aged man took the needles, he used his hands to shake the needles from time to time. The pain made me cry.
Seeing that I didn't cry, the middle-aged man seemed not satisfied, so he started to slap several needles at the same place at a time. I couldn't help but scream again. The middle-aged man couldn't wait to greet my back, and then a heat flow came from my back. The middle-aged man urinated on my wound. This small wound hurt even more when stimulated by the salt in the urine.
After tortured me for more than an hour, the middle-aged man temporarily put me down. He untied the rope on my feet, then let me walk to the stool, and said to me: Lying on myself, then bent my feet and placing them in an M shape.
After I put on my pose, the middle-aged man tied my feet again and grabbed a bamboo pole between my knees to spread my feet. After I was ready, he trapped me firmly on the restraint stool, then picked up the candle from the side, lit it, and took it to me, and said sinisterly: Little slut, you have played with other things, have you never played with wax! This is not a candle used by ordinary SM. It is specially equipped with me. It is warm and lasting and does not fall off your skin. It is very fun.
After saying that, he tilted the candle and dripped the wax on my chest. A burning heat came from my chest. The temperature was indeed very high, but it was still within the range I could bear.
After the wax solidified, the uncle used his hand to pick the wax. The average wax would come off as soon as he picked it up, but the wax would stick tightly to the fine hair on my chest. Once it was lifted, it would take away a piece of fine hair, and also bring a pain of hair removal.
The middle-aged man said: What a little slut, it feels good. The wax drips on you later and will take away the scabs on the wounds on your body! Don't worry, I won't take them all away at once, I will let you enjoy it slowly. Then the middle-aged man started to let the candles wander around me.
After a long round of greetings, except for breasts, nipples, pussy, and anus, all over my body was covered with wax spots. Then the middle-aged man took out a tweezer from his pocket and started to lift the wax on my body. Every time he lifted a piece of it, it was equivalent to lifting a wound on me. When he finished lifting everything, I was red again.
The middle-aged man seemed very excited to see the wounds all over me. He took out a spray bottle from his pocket and started spraying water on my body. When the water touched my wound, it felt a sharp pain. The middle-aged man laughed abnormally and said: These are hydrogen peroxide, which will disinfect you.
He played with it for half an hour before he stopped
Just as he stopped spraying water, he picked up his candle and said: I wonder how this wax would feel when you drip into your little slut's nipples and pussy?
After saying that, it started to drip. The nipples and clitoris were sensitive, and the heat was even more so. When the hot wax water dripped onto my nipples and clitoris, I actually started to moan. The middle-aged man was very excited when he heard it, so he dripped more wax water on it.
After the nipples and clitoris were covered with wax water, he started to pick it up with his hands. The clitoris was fine, there was no wound, but he felt a tug, but there was a wound on his nipples, so he greeted him with hydrogen peroxide.
Finally, when the wax drips were over, the middle-aged man started to pick up the needle again and said: Punctured his toes just now was just an appetizer. Now let's get the nipple! He picked up two needles about twenty centimeters long, and started to pierce it from the front of my nipple. He stabbed it for more than half before he stopped. Both nipples were the same. I was afraid that he would spray me with hydrogen peroxide again, so he could only hold back and not shout.
I thought there was only one needle on my nipples, but who knew that he took more than a dozen short needles and stabbed my nipples from each side, and then pierced them from the other end, making my nipples become hedgehogs
That's not all. He inserted the long needle into it and pulled it out five or six times, and then licked the blood beads that oozed out of his nipples.
After tossing my nipples, the middle-aged man started to pick up another needle and look at my lower body. He first looked at my pussy for a long time and sighed: It would be a pity to not enjoy the needle for such a beautiful vagina.
Then he began to constantly bounce the clitoris with his fingers, and swollen it. Then he turned the clitoris head out of the foreskin, picked up a curved needle, and hooked it in with force. I arched my body backwards, and gave him the opportunity to open my labia majora. Then there was constant pain on both sides of the labia majora. I felt that each side of my labia majora had been stabbed for at least 5 needles, and then the labia minora was also hurt, and three needles were stabbed on each side.
After the abuse was completed, the uncle laughed with satisfaction and said: This is the first time I have abused a girl like this. Your age is limited in tolerance, and your painful expression is exciting!
Then he started pulling the needles on my vagina again, and he licked them as long as blood seeps out. After half an hour, he removed all the needles, picked me up and returned to the hook in the room. He called, and the waiter brought in an iron hook, a pulley and a bucket from outside. Another uncle pushed half a tank of water in.
Seeing this thing, I probably knew what he wanted to play. The uncle gestured for a moment, hung me up, and then saw him say to the waiter: Come and help me, hook this anal hook into the asshole of the little slut, then install the pulley and hang the bucket.
The waiter cooperated and did it very well. After the installation was completed, the middle-aged man asked the waiter to add water to the bucket. As the weight of the bucket increased, the hook pulled the hole of my anus bigger and bigger. The middle-aged man was very excited when he saw it and started to take off his pants and fuck my pussy with his cock. While fucking, he gestured to see if his hand could reach into my anus, and then directed the waiter to add water to the bucket.
Finally, his hand was completely inserted into my anus, but he was not trying to fist, but stretched out his fingers to feel the position of his glans in my pussy, and then kept using his glans to find out the position of my G spot. Finally, he pressed the upper part of the G spot from the anus with his fingers, and then used his glans to stimulate the G spot. I felt very happy. Half an hour later, the middle-aged man finally ejaculated, and then he said: Okay, the abuse mission is completed
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