Yurp, I kept going…here we go;

After changing I calmly walked down to the Medical Room. Letting my six inch heels clack on the floor and echo down the hall. The cement floors aiding me in the sinister slow pace of clack, clack, on the way down the room. I know he hears me coming. I know what he is thinking. I know what he is hoping for, a repeat of his last trip to the medical room.

Strapped down to a message table on his back, arms spread wide. Mouth forced open by a spider gag. Blindfolded, shivering, cock at full attention, he waits. Seeking any sound or mere mentions of my presence, but I am as quiet as a mouse. He doesn't even feel my hand as I slowly bring the pinwheel across the skin of his chest, ever so lightly. He squirms, trying so hard not to make any sound. I keep going passing the points over his chest harder and harder with every pass till the little spikes threaten to draw blood. I keep going till they do, by that time, he's moaning so loud. His cock is weeping precum, and I can see the bandana blindfold beginning to get soaked from the tears he has been trying to hold back. I take some pity on him and stop with the wheel. Removing the gag to check in with the stubborn brat on the table,

"Well Moxley, how's my tough guy doing, hmmmm?"

"J-j-just f-f-f-fine, B-b-b-bitch." he stutters out, fists tightly clenched.

"Is that so, well then let's just see how tough you are shall we?" I move away from the table he to strapped to and go over to the supplies table, it holds the things wanted to use, but with small beads of blood on his chest and the cold not affection the raging hard on I think it is time to change directions. I grab the solid steel cock ring, it has been sitting in an ice bath since the beginning and as I secure it down onto his cock he hisses and his shivering grows. And I didn't even turn the air on. I then reach up to find my favorite smart mouth brat eliminating device. As I pull down the milking tube I make sure both his cock and the lining of the milking sleeve are thoroughly coated in lube before placing the sleeve over his cock. He groans at the feel of being incased and arches his hips up to get more of the sensation. I chuckle at his attempts. He is not going to like what's coming, because he will but it's going to take a while, and when he does, oh baby is it ever going to feel like heavenly bliss and all consuming hellfire at the same time. I start the suction and watch my favorite toy begin to work its magic and when he stills and begins to suck air into his lungs like he is drowning, I remove the blindfold and force him to look me in the eyes.

" So here is how this is going to work tough guy, my little friend on your dick is going to suck you off nice and slow, and you will cum, but your going to do it while that cock ring tries to hold you back and my candles decorate your chest in wax. I hope this takes a while because you really need to learn how to keep Mox locked up Jon. He really gets you into some deep trouble when you let him out. Let's see if we can find when Mox gives up and Jon gets control back shall we?"

His eyes go wide; he is just about to answer when he roars out the first of many staved off orgasm. I smile at him as he begins to curse at me, grabbing my black candle I begin to let the melted wax drip ever so slowly down onto his chest.

I coated his chest in my whole black and red candles before he began begging.

"Mistress, Please, Please, No More Please. It's Jon, its Jon, Mox is gone, Please, Mistress Please.

"But Jon, how do I know that this is not just his way of getting that cock ring off before his punishment is over?

"It's not leave it just please no more wax, please"

"Oh Jon, that's not how this works, and you know it." I am about to offer him an alternative to his current predicament when a ragged broken scream signals his release. He all but passes out from the force of his orgasm and as he rides out the agonized bliss, I begin to peel the wax off his chest. When he finally stops shuddering I turn off the milking machine and remove it and the cock ring from his softening prick. I finish removing the wax and release him from the table; he is all but asleep when I finally lean down to talk to him.

"Hey, tough guy, you still there?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress."

"Your Welcome, Pup, where is Mox?"

"Gone, Mistress."

"I hope so Pup, because if he joins us again I will not put him so gently back into his cage. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good Pup. Now one of the boys will be down to get you shortly, get some rest and we will say our goodbyes in the morning."

"Yes, Mistress."

But that was last time, this time, I will not be so nice….

Ok, So, here we go, chapter 2, pleases review.