A bit of both, naturally.

She started, of course, with pleasure. Her lips turned to my chest, kissing and sucking lightly as I tried to stay quiet. I squirmed as much as my bonds allowed, but the real test was when her mouth traveled lower, inching down my stomach to the sensitive skin at my waistline. When she eventually found a spot to settle on and started working on what was assuredly my next love bite, I let out, against my better judgment, a groan of unwilling pleasure.

This was, of course, exactly what Ashley was waiting for. She finished sucking at my skin and punctuated it with a sharp bite that pulled out yet another noise, this one a sharp gasp. One utterance she might be willing to ignore, but two was clearly unforgivable. “Tsk. You’re not very good at keeping your mouth shut. You know what I have to do now, don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered, the fear in my voice at odds with the excitement in my gut. I was curious to see how Ashley would perform with a harsher task. Her clawed nails played across my torso for a while, scratching with just enough **** to sting, but not enough to mar. It was a pleasantly masochistic experience for me, if not a very intense one. It was nice enough, but I knew Ashley had much more in store for me. After leaving me nicely scathed, her weight disappeared from the bed once more, and I patiently awaited her return.

When she returned, there was a clicking sound and a bit of shuffling before she settled in above me once more. “I’m going to finish marking you now,” She said, the fingers of one hand crawling across my body, “And even though this is punishment, I’m going to be merciful,” She paused, giving me just enough time to silently emote my relief before it was snatched away by her next line. “In addition to ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ you are now allowed to scream.”

At this, a small spot on my chest exploded in agony. It felt like fire was being applied directly to my skin, but then the next spot exploded as well, and the one after that, and the pure heat became more distinguishable as something hot and thick falling onto my skin. Wax, I realized. Melting from a candle that she was holding above me.

Of course, solving the mystery of what was happening did nothing to alleviate the bright splashes of pain. Taking Ashley up on her offer, I let out sharp, wordless exclamations of torment each time a new drop of burning-hot wax fell down onto my bare skin. Being blind, I had no way of knowing when the next drop was coming or where it would fall, which made each application of burning liquid an exquisitely agonizing surprise.

By the time Ashley blew out the candle, I was splattered with hardened wax from throat to navel, and gasping for breath. I’d ran out of voice to scream with a couple minutes prior, and perhaps the lack of audible feedback was what made Ashley decide to move on. Her fingers gently stroked around the edges of a lump of hardened wax just below my left nipple, before her nails hooked beneath the edge of the wax and peeled it away. Removing the wax wasn’t nearly as painful as applying it, and the strange pinching sensation as the wax pulled away from my flesh was almost a relief.

“No more screaming,” Ashley declared, once the last of the was clumps was pulled from my body, “Are you ready to be a good boy again?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered, not wanting to strain my raspy throat.

“Good,” Ashley said, running a finger in circles and spirals up and down my torso. “Because you’re a mess, right now.” Her finger traced up further, and was joined by others at my neck and face, eventually settling along my eyes, where she finally pulled away my blindfold. I blinked and squinted at my sudden ability to see, again, and Ashley came into focus. She smiled down at me from behind her mask, and gave me a few moments to appreciate her denuded body. I wasn’t sure when she had removed her top, and while normally the sight of her sexy breasts would be exciting for me… I was tired.

Ashley seemed to recognize this, because after a few moments of lovingly stroking my face, she leaned down and whispered “Rutabaga,” effectively ending the scene. I let out a long, low breath, and nodded.

“Rutabaga. You were spectacular,” I told her, watching as she untied my restraints. I also finally got a look at the work she had done to me, and she wasn’t lying when she said that I was a mess. My torso was a mess of red marks caused by her lips and blue stains caused by the wax, intermingled with the occasional angry red lines where she had bit a bit overzealous with her claws. “I’m not going to be able to leave the house without a shirt for a week, though.”

Ashley gave a nervous chuckle. “I may have gotten a bit carried away. You make a good canvas.”

Unbound, I sat up, and immediately regretted the action. The motion sent fresh pain through my skin, hinting at bruises or burns that would trouble me for at least a few more days. Ashley gave me a few reassuring pats and a gentle hug. “Okay, good boy, let’s get you into a bath.”

“A bath sounds wonderful,” I admitted, allowing Ashley to guide me out of the bed and towards the bathroom.

“I thought so,” She said, pressing her naked body close to mine as we walked, “And maybe once you’ve recovered a bit, we can address this issue.” She clarified exactly which issue she meant by reaching down and gripping my cock, whose stiff excitement was somewhat at odds with my abused body.

“Well,” I reminded Ashley, squeezing gently at her naked rear, “You really were spectacular.”