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Wax He rises to his feet, and scoops her up into his arms, she wraps her arms around his neck as she curls closer into his embrace. In his eyes, she can see his passion for her, and his desire as it builds quickly. He carries her, through the house and down the stairway, to a large black door, on which the words Velvet Dungeon are inscribed. Shifting to hold her securely in one arm, he reaches for the key and unlocks the door. Upon entering, he flicks on a switch near the doorway, and the room is instantly transformed from a dark space, to an attractive hideaway. In the center of the room, is a raised platform bed, its canopy reaching to the ceiling. In a corner on the left, a small waterfall, trickles softly as it falls into a sunken abstractly shaped hot tub. Next to the bed, a black leather lounger, rests, its darkness a startling contrast to the burgundy velvet of the coverlet on the bed. On their right, numerous tables and horses, too many to mention, lay quietly awaiting their use. In the center of the paraphernalia, stands a large curio's type cabinet, its contents lighted by a soft interior light. He lowers her to stand at his side, as they gaze around the room, the memories meander back to them and an inner light begins to glow in their eyes. He turns to her, and softly takes her rose tinted cheeks in his hands, and kisses her tenderly and deeply. He again lifts her, and walking forward, gently tosses her on the velvet coverlet. She quickly hops off, and removes the counterpane, and lays back on the soft pink blanket. He sits beside her, and reaches for her right wrist, his fingers softly tracing up her slender arm. She giggles softly as his touch causes tiny goosebumps to rise on her skin. He reaches under the bed and removes a silk rope, with a small clasp attached at its end. He snaps the clasp onto the ring in her wrist cuff. A shiver trails down her spine as the sound reaches her ears. He turns and reaches for her right ankle, snapping its ring and silk rope into place. He slowly rises and walks to the other side of the bed, and repeats the process on her left side. He again reaches beneath the bed, and removes two more pieces of silk, and quickly wraps the longer one around her thigh and shin, and ties the shorter one, between her calf and thigh. He leans back to watch as he checks that she can not straighten her leg, the ropes keeping it securely bent. He steps back to her right side, and binds her right leg the same. He adjust the chains under her bosom, and softly pinches her dusky nipples. He unhooks the chain laying between her soft thighs, and runs his finger through her moist cleft He watches as her body trembles in desire and she arches her hips to his finger. He leans over to the table, retrieves the matches laying there, and lights the candles scattered around the room. The room glows with the soft light of the sea of candles, he walk to the switch and turns off the lighting. The candles create a soft romantic glow as they flicker in their holders. He steps to the cabinet and removes her satin blindfold, and returning to her side, places it over her eyes. She feels him as he sits beside her on the bed and she hears the words he speaks to her. His voice softens in love as he recites to her. 'My pet, what I am about to do to you, I do out of love for you. At any time you wish for me to stop, all you must do is speak our safe word, RED. I will instantly stop once you utter it.' She smiles as she answers, 'Yes, my Master.' She hears him striking another match and the smell of candle wax drifts to her senses. Then she feels the first drop of molten wax as it dances down to land on her right nipple. Her body arches and rebels at the first stinging droplet, the heat of the wax as it falls on her, starting the fire to burn in her soul. Again and again, in a circular pattern he dribbles the wax on her. He eyes gleam with desire as her body arches with the pain of the heat, on her tender nipples. The heat, burning softly to strike the fire, that is banked in her soul. Her body arching and writhing as each drop singes her delicate skin. As the wax builds up slowly on her tender skin, he lowers the candle to increase the heat that she receives. He leans over and slowly the drips fall on her left nipple. The fire burning in her, growing with intensity as her nipples quickly become coated with the still warm wax. Around and around he drips it, building their coating higher and higher. He watches as she writhes in pain, knowing that she is loving each drop as it burns gently on her soft skin. With each drip of the wax, the endorphins race merrily through her, feeding the fire growing in her soul. He moves the candle down her body, softly dribbling wax as he descends her shapely form. His eyes glow with passion as he watches her hips starting their mating dance. Slowly he drips the wax onto her love knot, letting the air cool the molten wax, before it lands on her. Drip, drip the drops fall quickly coating the hardened peninsula of flesh. Her hips arch and she winces as the heat grows with intensity, as the candle is lowered closer to her skin. The wax softly spatters, to send sharp small lighting bolts to her senses. He watches as the pain quickly turns to exquisite pleasure and her moans intensify. He blows out the candle, after coating her pleasure spots in their heated cocoon. The endorphins taking hold of her, floating her upwards on a cotton-like cloud. He reaches to the side of the bed, where he hid a small vibrator, from her sight. Slowly inserting it, into her love tunnel, he holds it on the mass of nerve endings that congregate there. Her body instantly tenses, and she fights to control her senses. Using his nails, he reaches up and scrapes the wax from her right nipple, the scratching sensation, making her blood boil. He softly chuckles to himself, as he sees her tension and her fight for control of her wayward body. He knows, she will not fly, without his permission, so he slowly scrapes his fingernails across her sensitive skin, His very touch igniting the great need she feels claiming her twisting body. His fingers lightly dance to her left nipple, and he slowly scrapes the wax away. He pauses to tease and tantalize her as he presses the vibrator harder against her. Her body is as tense as a bow string, as she struggles with a losing battle. He reaches for a knife, and scrapes it across the wax encircling her love knot. He slowly strokes the vibrator deeper into her and pulls it back to just its tip. He forcefully slides it back over her nerve center, holding it there, as he quickly scrapes the hardened wax from her. Her body arches high and remains frozen in mid-air. Pressing the vibrator firmly into her, he tells her to fly, soar among the stars. Her body shudders once, and all of her muscles tighten as she takes off on her magical flight. Higher and higher she climbs, as her breathing stops and her heart races, the blood pounding through her extremities, and back to roar past her ears. All sound ceases to her as the rushing blood, is all that she can hear. Slowly she starts to float back, and he again presses the vibrator hard against her. Her body convulses as it tightens and flies up into the farthest reaches of the heavens. He continues to encourage her flights, until she gasps for breath. Her body trembles softly as she floats on a cloud of silken gossamer. The gasping slows and her heartbeat quiets, she is as relaxed as a hibernating teddy bear. He slides up to lie in her embrace, she loosely drapes her arms around him. He kisses her dew dampened lips, and whispers softly into her ear. 'My precious little slave, your Master loves you to very much. You were such a Good Little Girl. You soared among the clouds for him.' She smiles sweetly, and whimpers in exhaustion, her eyes drifting shut. He unclips her wrists and ankles, and gathers her into his embrace, softly kissing her forehead, as she lay sleeping in his arms. His heart swells with pride, that he was the one she chose to gift with her submission, and love. He adjusts her delicate body to lay next to him, like a gentle lover. His hands softly stroking her, as she slumbers in his embrace. He feels her trembling softly in her sleep, and wonders what wicked thoughts are coursing through her mind, as he drifts off to join her in slumber. |
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Once again you painted a mental image so real in my mind i could smell the candle wax. I used to play with the wax from the candles my mother used to light and loved the feel of it as it hardened on my skin. I've never had it touch any intimate places before and now a curiousity that will probably kill the cat.
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