To get started she is tautly secured spread-eagle to the floor via chains and cuffs. Once in place Zed takes over and begins to paint hot wax onto her body with a brush. Lots of wax. The first words out of her mouth are… thats really fucking hot… Zed just keeps working as though she didnt say a thing. She screams. Her breasts move about. She raises her head in exasperation. Her breathing is heavy and labored. And theres lots of wax to go. She screams more. She uses the word -fuck- a whole lot. I pop in and put the Hitachi on her for a bit. She doesnt like that at all. Finally she begs to simply be beaten. But thats too easy. She alternates between anger, desperation and sheer terror. Sometimes a hand or a foot just begins to move independently, rocking on its own in some crazy rhythm propelled by pain. And if she didnt have enough discomfort going on I placed a clothespin on her clit. Then I placed the Hitachi on the end of the clothespin. This made her scream out Aw, FUCK!. Well, I didnt have anything else to do while Zed heated up more wax. She seemed like she was getting a little bored, you know. I asked her how it felt but it was hard to hear her over the constant whacking sound the clothespin was making each time it was vibed off the Hitachi. Rather like a woodpecker making a hole in a tree (or the side of the house in the case of The Attic). But I made out something about how much it hurt. I think. Well, here comes Zed again with fresh hot wax. Syn is really beautiful when shes mad. Oh, we didnt get her mad did we? After a while Syn was completely covered in wax. Her entire body from head to foot. When it came time to do her face Zed made a mask of wax, heated, then pressed onto her face to make it form fitting. A breathing tube was inserted. Then I cut some of my cock hair off and used it for a mustache. After that clit clothespin had been on there for quite awhile she started to beg to have it removed. So I came on over and asked her about her clit problem. Once we identified what the problem was I asked her if she wanted me to just pull it off. So I did. She had something to say about god and the word damn. Thats when I rub it a bit, just to get the blood flowing again. Jeez, youd have thought I did something wrong what with all the screaming and cursing. Thats the last time Ill be nice to her. So thats when I pull out the flogger and begin to whip the wax from her body. All of the wax. And folks, by this time it is as though shes in a plaster cast. And whip I did, relentlessly. I alternated between whipping her and using the Hitachi on her. She was pissed. She looked ridiculous with her cock hair mustache mask on while stamping her hands and feet on the floor in an effort to assuage the pain. But I just kept at it. When the Hitachi became too much she begged to be whipped more. So I did. Large chunks of wax coming off in layers. I was relentless in my effort to whip it all off but ultimately, she safe worded on me. Tough ass Syn wasnt that tough after all. Next Syn gets a standing strappado with her legs bound outward. Once secured she gets her ass flogged. Syn likes it rough. So I give it to her. And after I flog that ass I see the addition of some nipple clamps tied off to the floor would make a worthy addition to her discomfort –for her need of pain. Now lets see if she can remain still when I go to flog that ass. But before I do I tell her to ask me to do it. This is when things come to a halt because she doesnt want to ask. When I tell her I have all day to wait she says she does too. Insolent. So I gag her with a ring gag as I wait. Well, it didnt take too damn long for her to suck up her pride and ask me to come over there and whip her. I mean, her position is rather challenging for her. So when she finally asked, through the ring gag, for the whipping, I made her beg. Another thing that didnt take long was the removal of the nipple clamps tied off to the floor. Once I started to flog her pussy through her ass cheeks she pulled those off real quick. And it wasnt pretty. She was all over the fucking place once those clamps came off. I flogged that ass so hard; once I was at her max she was falling forward on each stroke before being caught by the strappado holding her up. She was quite the little dancer. Once I was done with the flogger I let her rest a minute –but not before adding some new nipple clamps. Then I grabbed the paddle. I let her know I was going to have to really paddle her hard. I mean hard. I asked her if she was ready and she said NO! So I smacked that ass cheek with the paddle and stood back. I watched her. She was like in slow motion. Very little sound emanated from her. She just cringed. She sucked in the air and then just started to melt away. She started to lose her balance. You could just see the wave of pain wash over her and then deflate her. She wanted to hit the floor with her body but she couldnt. We still werent done with her yet. I grabbed the riding crop next and began to work her backside over. Slowly and then harder. Until she started to become vocal. She tried to stand completely up. She danced around. When I stopped she was barely able to stand. Her position becoming more and more difficult to maintain. Clearly she wants to sit or stand and not be caught in-between those positions. Things are getting tougher and tougher. Now I cane her. I cane her ass with a fiberglass cane. At one point, when I asked her how badly it hurt, she told me it was still hurting in this whiny voice Ive not heard Syn use before. I torture her a bit with the Hitachi. After a few seconds she cant even stand up. I have to hold her up. Then suddenly I hear her ask for permission to cum. Denied. She starts to beg to cum. I tell her no and then she begs for me to stop. I give her permission. When the orgasm comes on shes beside herself. Shes no longer standing, shes kicking her legs around, shes making desperate noises, shes leaning into me as the wave comes over and around her. Drool and snot are pulsing from her face holes. Then abruptly she begs for the removal of the Hitachi. I guess things became a bit sensitive? Part II of III Next scene is a full body waxing. To get started she is tautly secured spread-eagle to the floor via chains and cuffs. Once in place Zed takes over and begins to paint hot wax onto her body with a brush. Lots of wax. The first words out of her mouth are…thats really fucking hot… Zed just keeps working as though she didnt say a thing. She screams. Her breasts move about. She raises her head in exasperation. Her breathing is heavy and labored. And theres lots of wax to go. She screams more. She uses the word fuck a whole lot. I pop in and put the Hitachi on her for a bit. She doesnt like that at all. Finally she begs to simply be beaten. But thats too easy. She alternates between anger, desperation and sheer terror. Sometimes a hand or a foot just begins to move independently, rocking on its own in some crazy rhythm propelled by pain. And if she didnt have enough discomfort going on I placed a clothespin on her clit. Then I placed the Hitachi on the end of the clothespin. This made her scream out Aw, FUCK!. Well, I didnt have anything else to do while Zed heated up more wax. She seemed like she was getting a little bored, you know. I asked her how it felt but it was hard to hear her over the constant whacking sound the clothespin was making each time it was vibed off the Hitachi. Rather like a woodpecker making a hole in a tree (or the side of the house in the case of The Attic). But I made out something about how much it hurt. I think. Well, here comes Zed again with fresh hot wax. Syn is really beautiful when shes mad. Oh, we didnt get her mad did we? After a while Syn was completely covered in wax. Her entire body from head to foot. When it came time to do her face Zed made a mask of wax, heated, then pressed onto her face to make it form fitting. A breathing tube was inserted. Then I cut some of my cock hair off and used it for a mustache. After that clit clothespin had been on there for quite awhile she started to beg to have it removed. So I came on over and asked her about her clit problem. Once we identified what the problem was I asked her if she wanted me to just pull it off. So I did. She had something to say about god and the word damn. Thats when I rub it a bit, just to get the blood flowing again. Jeez, youd have thought I did something wrong what with all the screaming and cursing. Thats the last time Ill be nice to her. So thats when I pull out the flogger and begin to whip the wax from her body. All of the wax. And folks, by this time it is as though shes in a plaster cast. And whip I did, relentlessly. I alternated between whipping her and using the Hitachi on her. She was pissed. She looked ridiculous with her cock hair mustache mask on while stamping her hands and feet on the floor in an effort to assuage the pain. But I just kept at it. When the Hitachi became too much she begged to be whipped more. So I did. Large chunks of wax coming off in layers. I was relentless in my effort to whip it all off but ultimately, she safe worded on me. Tough ass Syn wasnt that tough after all. Part III of III Next scene is a full body waxing. To get started she is tautly secured spread-eagle to the floor via chains and cuffs. Once in place Zed takes over and begins to paint hot wax onto her body with a brush. Lots of wax. The first words out of her mouth are …thats really fucking hot… Zed just keeps working as though she didnt say a thing. She screams. Her breasts move about. She raises her head in exasperation. Her breathing is heavy and labored. And theres lots of wax to go. She screams more. She uses the word fuck a whole lot. I pop in and put the Hitachi on her for a bit. She doesnt like that at all. Finally she begs to simply be beaten. But thats too easy. She alternates between anger, desperation and sheer terror. Sometimes a hand or a foot just begins to move independently, rocking on its own in some crazy rhythm propelled by pain. And if she didnt have enough discomfort going on I placed a clothespin on her clit. Then I placed the Hitachi on the end of the clothespin. This made her scream out Aw, FUCK!. Well, I didnt have anything else to do while Zed heated up more wax. She seemed like she was getting a little bored, you know. I asked her how it felt but it was hard to hear her over the constant whacking sound the clothespin was making each time it was vibed off the Hitachi. Rather like a woodpecker making a hole in a tree (or the side of the house in the case of The Attic). But I made out something about how much it hurt. I think. Well, here comes Zed again with fresh hot wax. Syn is really beautiful when shes mad. Oh, we didnt get her mad did we? After a while Syn was completely covered in wax. Her entire body from head to foot. When it came time to do her face Zed made a mask of wax, heated, then pressed onto her face to make it form fitting. A breathing tube was inserted. Then I cut some of my cock hair off and used it for a mustache. After that clit clothespin had been on there for quite awhile she started to beg to have it removed. So I came on over and asked her about her clit problem. Once we identified what the problem was I asked her if she wanted me to just pull it off. So I did. She had something to say about god and the word damn. Thats when I rub it a bit, just to get the blood flowing again. Jeez, youd have thought I did something wrong what with all the screaming and cursing. Thats the last time Ill be nice to her. So thats when I pull out the flogger and begin to whip the wax from her body. All of the wax. And folks, by this time it is as though shes in a plaster cast. And whip I did, relentlessly. I alternated between whipping her and using the Hitachi on her. She was pissed. She looked ridiculous with her cock hair mustache mask on while stamping her hands and feet on the floor in an effort to assuage the pain. But I just kept at it. When the Hitachi became too much she begged to be whipped more. So I did. Large chunks of wax coming off in layers. I was relentless in my effort to whip it all off but ultimately, she safe worded on me. Tough ass Syn wasnt that tough after all.