Walking up the stairs, I felt apprehension in every step, knowing that whatever would lie ahead was out of my hands. Only you knew what would happen once I walked into the bedroom, and you never tell me, never warn me. I put my trust in you, knowing that you will bring me pleasure whenever we walk this path together. I know the new candle will be played with today. We’ve only played with it a little before, and yesterday I asked if there was chance to play today...
Had I been out of my mind to ask? I never ask for anything, even though you tell me to and ask me what I want often.
I get undressed and prepare the room. You’re downstairs for what seems like such a long time. You come in and undress in seconds. My nerves do not calm at all as I see the bowl of ice you’ve brought with you. All I can think of is the red candle. I’ve got out a tall glass holder for it and it sits on the table at the side of the bed. Your arms around me reassure me. The nerves and apprehension fall away as your hands caress me and our mouths meet. I lay on the bed and I know that whatever you have planned will bring me pleasure that months ago I never thought I would ever feel.
You light the candle and the smell of the burning reaches me along with the sound of gentle spluttering as it melts. Expecting the wax, and even the ice, my mind goes into overdrive as you tell me to pass you the flogger. I look into your eyes and know over and above the words you are speaking to me that today I won’t be surprised if I feel the crop and your hand as well as the flogger before we are finished.
The trickle of wax on my body focuses my mind on pain and pleasure, heat turning to chill as you rub me with ice. My stomach tingles and twists as you trickle down my torso, a taste of what is to come - a torment!
You tell me to turn over to my usual position, head right down, arms outstretched, not knowing what is to follow. My mind follows the sound of the movements behind me and the spluttering candle. I feel myself tense as I wait for whatever comes. Flogger and wax follow along with your hand, gently caressing the heated flesh with the ice cubes. My mind follows, but not as I flow with the pain and the pleasure your hands give me right through my body, bringing me the ecstasy only you ever have, taking me beyond anything I have experienced until you. The wax cooling with the ice, I feel the heat calming. But still there the marks of your flogging remain. You turn me over, and I see in your eyes your pleasure.
I try to calm my breathing as I hear the swish of the flogger as you move as I lay there, eyes now closed not wanting to know what will happen next. Flogger? Wax? The silence lengthens and then… Thwack! On my breast. Then the other… and again... and again until my moans fill the room as you dribble the wax over my nipples. The heat warms… spreading before being taken away suddenly as you rub me with the ice. My squirming body pulls away, yet not wanting to really. I want the touch of your hand on my heated breasts, the touch of your fingers on my tingling nipples. My mind knows that you will decide where and when to torment me… tease me… bring me to the edge of orgasm and turn away. You hold me there until you are ready, letting me beg for release at your will.
My eyes are still closed. I jump as you turn the ice to my pussy, rubbing the cube all over. The chill makes my mind move from my nipples and my need. Still concentrating on the chill, the heat of the wax trickling over my lips comes as a shock. Centering my thoughts, my eyes open and I look up for the first time to see you and the smile on your face as you concentrate on my body. My heart misses a beat as I see the pleasure on your face. The suddenness of ice shocks me again and your fingers wreak their havoc on my clit and inside me, bringing me to climax time and time again as you use the wax and ice. My mind drifts, concentrating on you and your hands until I hear you move away and blow the candle out.
Your hands start to move over me, peeling away the chilled wax. Your mouth is tormenting the fragile, tingling skin, keeping me on the edge as you pick up the flogger again and I close my eyes.
The flogger… my pussy… the cold wax… pain… pleasure… your hands… All flowing through my mind into one. Please, sir… more, sir…
Your hands turn me over. The wax is still on my backside, cracked, some broken off, but not all gone. You seem fairly pleased... or so you say as you peel it off. The next thing… Crack! The crop connects with my backside again and again. Concentrate… pain… again and again. I feel the welts rise. The heat spreads. Pleasure spreads through my stomach after the pain recedes. Your fingers take me on a journey of ecstasy again. And before I have time to gather my thoughts your hand lands on my backside, spanking me as always with your firm strokes. One after the other… side after side… deliberate… steady…pounding… only stopping when you know I can take no more and my body craves release, which you give me. Thank you, sir.
You take me in your arms as we lay side by side, bodies entwined. You stroke the hair from my face. Your eyes say it all as we share a look. The love… the passion… the enjoyment… the pleasure. I am your toy, always and forever.
Had I been out of my mind to ask? I never ask for anything, even though you tell me to and ask me what I want often.
I get undressed and prepare the room. You’re downstairs for what seems like such a long time. You come in and undress in seconds. My nerves do not calm at all as I see the bowl of ice you’ve brought with you. All I can think of is the red candle. I’ve got out a tall glass holder for it and it sits on the table at the side of the bed. Your arms around me reassure me. The nerves and apprehension fall away as your hands caress me and our mouths meet. I lay on the bed and I know that whatever you have planned will bring me pleasure that months ago I never thought I would ever feel.
You light the candle and the smell of the burning reaches me along with the sound of gentle spluttering as it melts. Expecting the wax, and even the ice, my mind goes into overdrive as you tell me to pass you the flogger. I look into your eyes and know over and above the words you are speaking to me that today I won’t be surprised if I feel the crop and your hand as well as the flogger before we are finished.
The trickle of wax on my body focuses my mind on pain and pleasure, heat turning to chill as you rub me with ice. My stomach tingles and twists as you trickle down my torso, a taste of what is to come - a torment!
You tell me to turn over to my usual position, head right down, arms outstretched, not knowing what is to follow. My mind follows the sound of the movements behind me and the spluttering candle. I feel myself tense as I wait for whatever comes. Flogger and wax follow along with your hand, gently caressing the heated flesh with the ice cubes. My mind follows, but not as I flow with the pain and the pleasure your hands give me right through my body, bringing me the ecstasy only you ever have, taking me beyond anything I have experienced until you. The wax cooling with the ice, I feel the heat calming. But still there the marks of your flogging remain. You turn me over, and I see in your eyes your pleasure.
I try to calm my breathing as I hear the swish of the flogger as you move as I lay there, eyes now closed not wanting to know what will happen next. Flogger? Wax? The silence lengthens and then… Thwack! On my breast. Then the other… and again... and again until my moans fill the room as you dribble the wax over my nipples. The heat warms… spreading before being taken away suddenly as you rub me with the ice. My squirming body pulls away, yet not wanting to really. I want the touch of your hand on my heated breasts, the touch of your fingers on my tingling nipples. My mind knows that you will decide where and when to torment me… tease me… bring me to the edge of orgasm and turn away. You hold me there until you are ready, letting me beg for release at your will.
My eyes are still closed. I jump as you turn the ice to my pussy, rubbing the cube all over. The chill makes my mind move from my nipples and my need. Still concentrating on the chill, the heat of the wax trickling over my lips comes as a shock. Centering my thoughts, my eyes open and I look up for the first time to see you and the smile on your face as you concentrate on my body. My heart misses a beat as I see the pleasure on your face. The suddenness of ice shocks me again and your fingers wreak their havoc on my clit and inside me, bringing me to climax time and time again as you use the wax and ice. My mind drifts, concentrating on you and your hands until I hear you move away and blow the candle out.
Your hands start to move over me, peeling away the chilled wax. Your mouth is tormenting the fragile, tingling skin, keeping me on the edge as you pick up the flogger again and I close my eyes.
The flogger… my pussy… the cold wax… pain… pleasure… your hands… All flowing through my mind into one. Please, sir… more, sir…
Your hands turn me over. The wax is still on my backside, cracked, some broken off, but not all gone. You seem fairly pleased... or so you say as you peel it off. The next thing… Crack! The crop connects with my backside again and again. Concentrate… pain… again and again. I feel the welts rise. The heat spreads. Pleasure spreads through my stomach after the pain recedes. Your fingers take me on a journey of ecstasy again. And before I have time to gather my thoughts your hand lands on my backside, spanking me as always with your firm strokes. One after the other… side after side… deliberate… steady…pounding… only stopping when you know I can take no more and my body craves release, which you give me. Thank you, sir.
You take me in your arms as we lay side by side, bodies entwined. You stroke the hair from my face. Your eyes say it all as we share a look. The love… the passion… the enjoyment… the pleasure. I am your toy, always and forever.
