Candles and Clamps.

Setting the whip to one side where it vanishes in a small puff of smoke, you look over the naked body of the red headed Druid before you. The whip has left a hundred neat red welts standing out against Keyleth’s pale freckled skin and you have trouble deciding where to take your punishment next.

Between her legs hasn’t had much attention yet, you smile cruelly as the thoughts occurs and with a wave and a muttered arcane word cold iron chains appear from nowhere and wrap around Keyleth’s ankles. The chains then retract towards the ceiling and pull Keyleth into a full on splits, her pussy exposed and the landing strip of red pubic hair perfectly exposed. Once more the reality marble hums and a large tallow candle appears in your hand with the tip already alight as well as a small bucket of plain wooden clothespins.

Putting the candle to one side for now, you take up a handful of clothespins and hold them in your mouth as you agonisingly slowly stroke Keyleth’s skin, the clamps being put on the flesh of her underarms and down her sides, all over her breasts and on her nipples and then also trailing down her stomach. More clamps are put on her arms and tongue as well as her inner thighs and toes.

Stepping back you admire your handiwork as with another wave of your hand metal clamps appear, these have blunt crocodile teeth on them and you waste no time in lining the lips of Keyleth’s pussy lips as well as the soft pink flesh that emerges from between her soft lower lips with these harsh metal clamps. Looking at the agonised look on her face, you can see the strain that holding in her screams has had in the young woman but you’re not done yet. Picking up the candle again you wave your hand over the top of it a few times and feel the heat rising from the candle before placing it in the ground underneath Keyleth’s clamped and **** pussy.

The hot air at first is mearly uncomfortable, but soon it starts to heat the clamps on her tender pussy flesh, and the metal doesn’t seem to have a maximum temperature it can reach and just keeps getting hotter. You stand and watch Keyleth, curious as to whether she will break her silence and beg or remain defiant and have her pussy tortured by the hot metal.