The morning begins as usual. We sleep in the same bed, her warm body pressed against mine, her breathing steady, her skin warm and soft, as if woven from silk. I love these moments—the silence, the coziness, the feeling of her closeness. Listening to the steady rhythm of her heart, feeling her stir in her sleep, sometimes pressing closer—it all feels priceless, like delicate threads binding us together with an invisible yet unbreakable bond.
But today, things don't go as I expect.
The sharp ring of the alarm clock shatters the silence like a blade against glass. I wince, reluctantly opening my eyes. I try to reach out to turn off the annoying sound, but… I can't.
What the…?
My arms won't obey. I try to move—my wrists are tightly bound. I tug harder, only to feel something rough digging into my skin. Ropes. I lift my head and see that my hands are indeed tied—firmly, securely, with no chance of accidental escape. My fingers can barely move, and the knots look like they've been tied by a professional.
"Rebel Girl…" I exhale, realizing who is behind this.
Katrin. Of course, this is her doing. With her wild, unpredictable nature and her constant thirst for adventure… She has threatened to "get back" at me for my antics more than once, but I never imagined she'd go this far.
I look around. The room is bathed in morning light, filtering through the curtains. The air still holds the warmth of her body, but the girl herself is gone.
"Katrin?" I call, trying to keep my voice steady.
Silence. No response, not even the slightest rustle. Where is she? A faint pang of anxiety stirs in my chest. Has she left me here? For how long? Maybe she's just stepped into another room? Or… has she decided to punish me by leaving me like this for hours? Could she really have decided to punish me this way? She promised I'd regret my antics, but I hadn't thought she'd take it so seriously. The thought of her leaving me tied up until evening fills me with dread. I imagine lying there, helpless, while she laughs at my predicament somewhere else.
But I am wrong.
Just as I finish that thought, the door creaks softly. I turn my head sharply and see her.
The door to the room opens, and I hear her footsteps. Katrin enters with slow, confident steps, a small jar in her hands, which she casually twirls between her fingers. A sly smile plays on her lips, and a dangerous glint sparkles in her dark eyes. Her face glows with barely contained joy, and her gaze holds a mix of playfulness and vengeance.
"Awake, rebel?" Her voice is low, almost purring.
I don't have time to utter a word—Katrin nimbly jumps onto the bed and sits on my stomach, pressing down with her weight. She is light, but it's enough to make me feel completely trapped in her snare. My heart pounds loudly in my chest.
Katrin leans closer, her breath brushing against my skin. Tension hangs in the air. The warmth of her body, the faint scent of her perfume, and… the anticipation of the inevitable mix together.
I swallow, looking into her gleaming eyes.
"Yeah. And what has my girl got planned? Decided to play some BDSM? Because I'm ready to spank you," I joke, hoping to lighten the mood. But her face remains serious, her gaze filled with determination. My attempt at humor falls flat.
"No, just keeping my promise from yesterday," she says, her fingers slowly trailing down my chest, sending shivers through me.
She leans in, her lips brushing against my skin with light kisses—gentle but maddeningly teasing. My body responds to every touch, driving me insane. Katrin continues, licking my nipples, then slowly moving lower, to my stomach. Every movement is precise, calculated, as if she knows exactly how to push me to the edge. I hold my breath, waiting… But she suddenly stops, climbs off me, leaving behind only growing tension.
I don't have to wait long. She returns with that mysterious jar in her hands, her eyes gleaming like a cat's that has cornered its prey.
"You've been a very bad boy lately, and I decided to teach you a lesson. To remind you who you're dealing with and not to tease me," her voice carries a warning.
At that moment, she takes out a spoon and spreads a thin strip of hot liquid on my skin. The sensation is unpleasant but bearable. Then she presses a piece of cloth against it, and the warmth slowly spreads across my body.
"I thought we agreed I'd make up for my mistakes," I try to remind her, hoping it will stop her.
"No, baby. Not this time. This calls for punishment," her sly smile tells me she is enjoying this moment.
"What are you planning?" I ask, already sensing this won't end well for me.
"Waxing," her answer sounds like a verdict.
I freeze. Waxing? Seriously? My face must reflect a mix of shock and horror, while Rebel Girl looks smug, as if she has just come up with a brilliant plan.
"Katrin, you're joking, right?" I try to break free, but the ropes give me no chance.
"Oh no, I'm completely serious. Did you think you could tease me and get away with it? Not a chance," she says, scooping another spoonful of hot wax and spreading it on my skin.
My heart races, thoughts tangled. It's painful, humiliating, and... strangely arousing. But most of all, I am terrified she will actually go through with it.
"Katrin, please, let's talk about this," I try to negotiate, but her gaze makes it clear there will be no discussion.
"Relax, Nerd. This will be... unforgettable," her voice carries a promise, and I realize I have no choice but to surrender.
She continues her "work," and I lie there, feeling my skin burn and my thoughts blur. This is a punishment I will remember for a long time. And maybe next time, I'll think twice before teasing her again.
"You love being the center of attention, Max. Well, today you'll be the center of mine."
"Katrin, what kind of torture is this?"
"Hush, Max. You deserve this. Now... just wait a bit."
"Katrin, stop! I give up!" I shout.
"No, Max, you need to understand that you can't get off so easily," she continues her "punishment," and I realize it would have been better if she had left before evening.
"What? No!" I cry out, like a trapped animal, as I realize I am caught. One thought pulses in my head: "Run! I need to run!" I tug at my hands, but the cold ropes only dig deeper into my skin, leaving red marks. Every attempt to break free is desperate but futile. My muscles strain to the limit, but it feels like I am hitting an impenetrable wall. Despair washes over me, mingling with the bitterness of defeat.
Katrin sits on me, her laughter ringing in the room like bells, but to me, it sounds like mockery. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and a wide smile plays on her lips—beautiful yet terrifying. She is enjoying the moment, watching me squirm in helplessness. Triumph shines in her gaze, as if she already knows: I am in her power, and nothing will save me from what she has planned.
"Don't worry, I won't take much. Just enough to get the blood flowing to your brain so you understand that you can't treat me the way you did yesterday," her words carry a threat. She speaks calmly, as if explaining the rules of a game I have unwittingly joined. But this isn't a game. It is punishment. Fear tightens my chest, making each breath heavy and labored.
"I'm sorry, Katrin. Let me go!" My voice trembles, almost like a child's cry. I beg her, feeling humiliation mix with despair. The words are sincere, but I know—she won't stop. A cold light gleams in her eyes, and I can see her resolve. She isn't going to let me go.
"No, I'm not done. The fun part is coming soon, the wax is almost set. We'll peel it off now," her voice is filled with anticipation, and a mischievous smile plays on her lips. Katrin speaks as if preparing for an exciting amusement. But for me, it is torture. Cold sweat drips down my back, a lump sticks in my throat. My body tenses, anticipating the pain I already feel coming. I am ready to cry. Yes, she has only applied a little, but it is enough—I know the pain will be unbearable. My thoughts are muddled, my heart pounds so fiercely it feels like it might burst out of my chest. Fear and despair grip me, sapping the last of my strength to resist.
"Let's begin," her voice sounds like a verdict. She leans over me, her fingers touching my skin, and I feel her pulling the skin on my stomach around the wax strip. Time seems to stop at that moment. I clench my eyes shut, trying to prepare for what is about to happen, but no preparation can soften the blow.
And then she starts ripping the strip off. Pain shoots through me like a red-hot knife plunging into flesh. I scream, but the sound of my own voice seems distant, as if coming from another dimension. Every cell in my body screams in agony, and my vision darkens. I feel tears streaming down my cheeks, but I can't stop them.
Katrin watches me, her eyes gleaming with pleasure. She is enjoying the moment, seeing me suffer. Her smile widens, and satisfaction shines in her eyes. She has achieved her goal, and I know this is only the beginning of the end.