Speaker 1: On this episode of Wild and bed Obedism, listeners, friends
to lovers, erotic fantasy. Words flow easily when alcohol lubricates
our tongues. Confessions just happen. But in the cold light
of day, can we remember everything that was said? And
when those confessions come to bear with a party he
has planned just for her to satisfy her fantasies. How
deeply will she sink into her desires? This episode does
contain graphic descriptions of wax play and erotic punishment, so
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So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi,
it is Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild
in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and
finger looking good fantasies. Now, this week we have a
listener's fantasy, and I have to say it was a
particularly long fantasy, sir. It's going to have to be
spread over two weeks, I'm afraid. So this is part one.
Part two obviously gets filthier. They always do, not but
you know you can sent in your fantasies and you
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and Devilen at wilddesires dot com. You know this podcast
is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just loosen any
clothing we you never know, put your earbudds in and
close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my
voice caressing over and inside you. When you're ready to
submit to a deep, sensuous pleasure, just take a deep breath
and hold it for a moment, and then let it
go with the sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.
For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you
and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax,
your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that
in a woman as you listen to my voice and
feel the story moving through your body. The trees loomed
ominously for dawn, their branches fingering the evening sky. As
she followed Mark through the undergrowth. Stopping for a moment,
she glared at the back of his head, Mark, are
you absolutely sure this is a path to my birthday surprise?
Mark just turned and looked at her, his lips curling
into an evil grin, before he simply nodded, turned and
set off along the path again. Dawn's mood was not
helped by an ominous moon rising beyond the scaffolding of
trees and the persistent crying of owls, which just seemed
to mock their presence. Where has this stupid idea even
come from? She complained, hitting out at a sapling. Oh
this was all your idea, Mark said, without turning. Dawn
could hear the broad smile in his face. I can
promise you at no point did I ever say, Mark,
what I really want for my birthday is to be
dragged through the undergrowth in the middle of nowhere. You
don't remember that game? Mus spin the bottle, then, he said,
without turning or slowing Mark, you know, fool well, I
was drunk that night and there was no way I
was going to remember anything. It's not far now, Just
up this bank, Mark said, as he reached his hand
out for Dawn's Gratefully accepting his offer, they climbed the
steep bank together. Reaching the top, Dawn just stood quiet
as a literal church mouse as she stared at the
abandoned chapel not more than fifty feet away. Okay, she muttered, quietly,
remembering her drunken confession and regretting her candle. I was
thinking more of an actual church, you know, with an
organized people a priest than this, she sneered, undaunted. Mark
pulled her onward, his enthusiasm far overpowering any of her
doubts or reluctance. Distant lights glimmered through the old mullioned
window frames, given their building an almost mystical look. He
had obviously put in some effort. Given the state of
the shrubbery outside, it must have taken quite a lot
of work to get this place anywhere near accessible. As
they neared the church door, Mark turned, putting his hands
on Dawn's shoulders before saying, shut your eyes. He had
such a look of youthful excitement. Dawn had no choice
but to comply. Turning him down would be quite simply
like kicking a puppy. There was no way she could
do it. With her world plunged into darkness, Dawn could
film moving around her. The warmth of his body reassuringly close.
His breath sent a shiver down her spine as he
whispered trust me. Dawn wasn't sure if this was a
request or a question. Suddenly, her lips dried in anticipation
and excitement, and she could only nod her compliance. Her
tongue danced over her cracked lips, her excitement growing. A
blush of anticipation moved through her cheeks. Dawn could feel
the heat radiating across her face, highlighted by the contrast
with the cool kiss of the silky material that Mark
secured around her face, ensuring her vision remained darkened to
his movements. Dawn walked unsteadily, following Mark's protective lead. The
evening breeze gradually dissipated as the sounds around her changed,
gone with the prevailing and sounds of the night. Now
there was a gentle resonance, as if they were inside
a room. Her footsteps echoed the sound of the stone floor,
mirroring marks slow footfall. Without saying a word, his hand
pressed on the stomach, something she could only take as
an indication to stop bringing her feet together. She suddenly
felt like she was back in school, Obediently submissively in
line the heels of her shoes in perfect line. She
didn't need to see them She just knew she had
been made to stand that way so often it was
second nature, even after all these years. His breath seemed
to drip desire as he cressed over her ear, his
words moving through her as if she had not as
much hurt them more that they had invaded her body,
caressing her from the inside out as he said, you've
been a very naughty girl, his long fingers circling her wrists,
putting her arms tight against her back. Her body tensed
as she felt his strong body pressing against hers, his
undeniable erection taunting her hand through his pants. Without thinking,
her fingers slided up and down the length of the
bulge in his pants, the sensation of it pulsing as
her fingernail caressed it roughly through the stiff masterial sending
bolts of electricity throbbing between dawn sighs, Her pussy clutching
as she imagined his beautifully erect cock, every delicious inch
pulsating with the desire to be inside her one way
or another. The memory fluttered her mind of his cock
filling pussy, her lips stretched tight around his girth as
he thrust in and out with animalistic passion. That sensation
as his cockhead pushed along the wall of her pussy,
massaging that spot without mercy. Her core clutched wildly at
the very real feeling of his hard cock inside her pussy,
of her body, claiming it as her own, every damn
inch of it. Very bad, he whispered again, his voice darker.
Her body responded with such a beautiful wave of desire.
Even though she bit her lip, Dawn could not help
but moan from the sensations moving through a body. He
surely must be able to smell her desire. She could
smell her desire, She damn well could feel it, tracing
a tortuous line down the inside of her thighs, her
panties doing nothing to hold the growing flood of need,
Mark pressed his erection against her hand, the sensation fueling
her need, her desire. God, he felt so damned hard,
so turned on. As she focused on the sensation of
his heart on pressing against the palm of her hands,
she missed a feeling of Mark winding a silk cord
around her wrists. Dawn didn't even realize her hands had
been tied until Mark took a step back, removing the
focus of her lust. It is time fuel penance, he said,
his voice barely more than a whisper. Yet somehow, somehow,
she felt every word embracing her, holding her firmer than
any hands ever could. On your knees. Is time for communion.
Without thinking, Dawn dropped to her knees, thankfully marked the
presence of mind to already have put a kneeling cushion
in front of her, saving her knee from the brutalless
soul to the stone floor. His fingers held her chin firmly,
as his thumb had brushed over her dry lips, teasingly
easing between them, her tongue so temptingly close to his
naked thumb. It wasn't what her body wanted just now,
but damn she would take any part of him she
could get. Her lips pushed forward, wanting to take him,
needing to taste him. Mark moved back, his hand dropping
from her mouth, cradling her chin lightly. Look at me,
my child, he whispered, his voice oscillating between firm and caring.
Dawn raised her unseeing eyes, her mouth dropping open of
the expectation of the right. Do you accept my body
into yours? His words caressed her with the depth of
their sensuality.
Speaker 2: I do, she whispered, her voice cracking with anticipation. The
sudden caress of Mark's cockhead over her lips sent a
shudder through her body. The heat of his tip teasing
at her mouth as he stroked it along her lips.
Dawn's tongue flicked over him, circling the very end of him,
inviting him into her throat. Parting her lips, she slid
them over his swollen end, whilst her tongue continued to
circle him to tease him. Tightening her lips, Dawn slid
her mouth along the entirety of his length. Unable to resist,
Mark thrust into her mouth with firm movements of his hips,
his cock swelling deep inside her throat as he grasped
at her hair, holding her head firm as he continued
to fuck her mouth. Tears streamed down Dawn's cheeks as
she resists the hears to gag, his cock pressing hard
into the back of her throat. Swallowed my communion, but
screamed as his cock exploded deep inside a throat, warm
streams of come filling her mouth as he continued to
thrust his still pulsing cock into her throat. Eruptions have
come dripping down her chin as he flooded her mouth
with his pleasure. Eventually, his hand reached down for her.
Lifting Dawn by her shoulder, Mark guided her to the
edge of the stone slab, his cock already hard again
as he pressed his body against hers before he simply whispered,
You're all mine, all of you, his fingers sliding through
the buttons of her shirt, popping them open one by one.
As her shirt fell completely open, the caress of the
nightmare burning through her nipples, the sensation of the lace
of her bra binding her red knubs more intensely than
Dawn cadever remember Mark's hand dropped away somewhere in the distance,
she could hear a faint sound of water, as if
her child was playing in a pond. The ice cold
water that dripped from Mark's fingers as he caressed her
hard nipples sent intense pulses of pleasure ricocheting through Dawn's
body and forced a loud moan from her lips. Her
pussy clinched viciously on the sensation moving through her, as
if he had thrust his cock without mercy, deep into
a pussy. He quickly unfastened her pants, letting them fall
to the ground. Nothing but the lace of her panties
and bra stood between him and her. Now his hand
grasped between her thighs, the ice cold water still dripping
from his fingers as he pressed them along her lips,
the caress of the ice cold against Dawn's burning heat
of desire, sending her pussy into raptures of knee, the
throbbing overwhelming any sense or caution her mind, her body
full of lust and dark desire of a desperate need
to be satisfied in any way possible. Mark's hand moved
behind her, releasing the silk ties for the moment, he
quickly released the last of her clothes. Dawn shivered both
through desire and the cold air biting at every inch
of her naked body. Without asking, Mark lifted her on
to the cold stone slab, her back arching as a
granite kissed along her nakedness, her butt extensing at the
beautiful contrast of cold and heat, battling for supremacy between
her thighs. Mark grabbed her wrists again, tied them quickly
over her head before securing her ankles. Her thighs parted wide,
exposing her hot, dripping pussy to the cold bite of
the night air. Her darkness veiled Mark's voice as he whispered,
take a deep breath. Dawn took a deep breath and
held it for what seemed like the longest moment, the
cold of the granite fueling the torment of the cold
of the air. Her whole body encapsulated in ice, while
her pussy burnt like a wildfire was flashing through a body.
Dawn held her breath, wondering what to expect next. The
first drop of molten wax over her breast sent a
completely new sensation cascading through a body. Her pelvis rolled
as if trying to desperately fuck some unseen cock. Dawn
moaned loudly, her fingers gripping at the silk ties in
some bid to control herself, her needs, her desires. Mark's
lips caressed her red nipples, teasing them between his teeth
before circling the very tip of his tongue firmly around them,
pulling them tight as he dragged his teeth along the
firm length. Moaning, Dawn struggled against her binds, her body
writhed with a tormented mix of beautiful pain and aching pleasure.
As Mark moved his warm lips from her nipple, the
cold air bit savagely into them, forcing Dawn to lift
them into the air, her soft curve tingling with need,
with delight, with excruciating lust, her whole body with the
need to be satisfied in the darkest ways possible. The
next drop of molten wax slid down the painfully erect nipple,
its intense heat, sending a new sensation through a nipple
so intense Thorn could only scream in pleasure at the
intensity of desire she felt through to a core. Mark
pushed her thighs apart, her slick coating the inside. His
tongue traced line along the inside of a thigh, its
firm motion followed by the gentle biting sensation of his
teeth and dragging along the skin. Her legs twisting with
tormented lust, her body writhing. She wanted more, She needed more.
Her pussy clutched desperately with a need to be filled,
to be fucked, so hard, to be taken in each
and every way possible. Pushing her feet against the slab,
Dawn raised her hips towards Mark's tongue, inviting him further,
needing his mouth to explore every inch of her pussy.
Mark firmly pressed a leg back down to the slab
before dripping another drop of hot molten wax onto the
soft flesh. Feeling that excruciatingly erotic trail of hot wax
along the inside of a thigh, Dawn bucked again, her pussy,
dripping long trails of herrescence. She was sure she could
come right here, right now, just by the intense pleasure
vibrating through her thighs, right now. As a pain subsided,
Dawn's moments and gasping quietened, but in the background was
still the pleasure burning through a core, the desperate need
to be fucked and too fuck. His hand pushed between
her thighs, Mark parted her lips, exposing her sensitive click
to the brutal cold of the air. Its hood pushback.
The ice cold water burned through it as Marks slowly
dripped it onto a pussy, her pussy clutching violently in
perfect response, her back arching, her pelvis thrusting with unnatural need. Softly,
his lips caressed the throbbing number of her desire. His
tongue circling it, tormenting it slowly. As her desire grew
stronger and strong, Dawn wrestled with the ties, Frantic with need.
She wanted to grasp at Mark's hair, to pull this
damn blindfold off and ride his fucking mouth. God, she
needed to come so hard she could hear Mark's giggle
as his tongue flicked over her clicked once again, the
torment driving her mad, the sensations building in her clit
an overflow of pleasure, her core tensing with need. Dawn
really didn't know how long she could control this orgasm
that swirled through her. When the next drop of molten
wax fell with exquisite precision onto her naked, exposed clit,
her body went into raptures of pleasure, her thighs tensed
at the sensations moving through her whole body. Desperately, she
grasped at the ties, her body convulsing in the bonfire
of pleasure. So that was part one, Part two? Next week?
Oh no, yes, I'm at tease or you'll just have
to tune in next week. So until then, and always
with your pleasure in mind, this is devil and Wild
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