Day 28: Wednesday

Wednesday is clit-day. I’ve just decided. So, Anna’s tiny love-button is going to get its come-uppence today.

The owner of said love-button is lying on her bed with her legs spread wide, very relaxed, despite having her wrists and ankles tied down to limit her movement.

To get us in the mood, I press a vibrator to the little nub, until it is nice and swollen, ready for action. When I put it away, I also put a blindfold on my sister. I don’t want her to see what’s coming.

I choose a strong rubber band to set the tone for what is to follow. Holding the rubber with two fingers over Anna’s clit, I stretch it, aaaand smack let it fly, snapping painfully against the small organ. This apruptly ends my sister’s relaxed state - her eyes snap open, her entire body taut against the ropes. Apparently, she did not expect this. So now it’s my turn to smirk at her ... which she can’t see because of the blindfold, of course. I knew that.

Moving on. The rubber band was an obvious success, so I use it again. Smack. And again. Smack. And I stretch it even further... smack. She makes soft whimpering sounds now every time I let the rubber snap. I like it! So I do it some more.

But she’s moving around too much, even in her bonds. I have to keep her hips still, or I’ll miss my target. Instead of tying her down more, I just sit on her legs, directly below her pussy. This not only keeps her still, but it also gives me far better access. So there, I snap the rubber a few more times to make sure I have her cunt immobilised. Which I have.

And now, we move on to some nice hot wax. Candle wax. From a candle. Which is on the desk. Which I can’t reach without getting up. Well, great thinking ahead, Sherlock. Oh, and Anna is smirking again, so I must have said that last bit out loud. Perfect.

Well, there’s nothing for it, I have to get up and get the bloody candle. And because I’m not completely brain-dead, I also grab some other stuff that I’ll need later. Back on the bed, I immobilise Anna. Again.

Now, the candle. It’s a large one, and it’s already lit (so I can think ahead), so there is a large pool of molten wax at the top. With Anna’s earlier smirk firmly in mind, I just unceremoniously dump the entire stuff straigt onto her clit all at once.

Anna is definitely not smirking anymore. But I might be. I’m not telling.

The wax is rather hot, so it takes a while to harden. Of course it does not stay put on her clit, instead it’s running down her pussy lips and forms a shallow pool in her ass crack. Good thing I put a plastic sheet below her ass earlier, right? See, again with the thinking-ahead.

After a good minute or so the wax has sufficiently hardened that I can peel it off. This frees her clit for some precision work. Carefully tilting the candle to the side, I dribble several drops directly onto the aroused organ. I let the wax harden, take it off, and drop fresh liquid hotness back on. Dry and repeat a few times.

That was the warm-up. Hah! Thinking ahead and punning, I’m on a roll.

My sister’s clit is a very angry red by now, and it’s standing to attention like those British solders guarding the queen. But who’s guarding the clit? Nobody, that’s who. Which is why there is no resistance when I place a clothes pin directly on top of the guardian soldier (apart from some weak struggles that I get under control quickly). The plastic clamp cruelly crushes the courageous clit. But now it’s vibrator-o’clock again, and the bright plastic torture device becomes an even more severe source of pain when the hard plastic of the vibrator sends its harsh buzzing into the abused little nub.