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hair. The more her bare mound was exposed to him, the more his cock hardened, until he had such a raging hard-on he wondered if he’d be able to get up from the stool without bumping into the table and injuring himself.
Her skin was so soft and pink. At one point he reached out a finger and stroked the newly exposed area, already imagining how it would look with wax dripped onto it. Maybe in an intricate pattern.
By the time he was finished he was aware he wasn’t the only one aroused. Already stimulated by the performance earlier, his girl was hotter than a pistol. Her labia were slick with the moisture seeping from her pussy and the skin was flushed a deep pink. When he touched the tip of a finger lightly to her clit she jumped involuntarily. The look on her face told him she was waiting to be reprimanded for responding without permission.
He smiled at her. “It’s all right, Butterfly. I’m glad to see you are so hot and ready. When I finish you’ll be even hotter.”
Disposing of the bowl and razor, he took the small bottle of baby oil, drizzled some onto her tummy then smoothed it onto her skin with the paintbrush.
“You have such smooth skin.” Some nights he dreamed of running his tongue over every inch of it. “I’m going to have a hard time deciding exactly what design to use on it.” He added more oil. “Have any of your Doms introduced you to wax play?”
She nodded, her eyes still watching him. “Yes. One.”
Slade didn’t know whether to be glad or disappointed. He wanted to have something special that she only shared with him, then he realised how stupid that sounded. Neither of them were D/s virgins. Well, he’d just have to make this very special for her. Very.
When she was covered in oil from her neck to the crease where hip and thigh joined, he put the brush away. By now the candles he’d lit were burning nicely, the wax dripping down the sides. Once more he would need to be very careful. Slade had been introduced to wax play a long time ago in Thailand. Watching a performance where wax play was an integral part, he’d become so fascinated with the designs the Dom had drawn on his sub and the reaction of the sub to the heat that he’d asked to be tutored in the art. He’d learned over the years that wax play could be one of the most tantalising types of play on the skin and could produce marvellous, stimulating pleasures. But he was also aware that, because of the dangers inherent to using wax at burning temperatures, it was often categorised as ‘edge play’ and could be the cause of an extreme burn if applied improperly.
That was one of the reasons he always used only candles made from paraffin. They were inexpensive, came in a multitude of scents and colours, and burned at a very low temperature. And safety was all-important to him. The only pain he cared to inflict was the kind that brought and enhanced pleasure.
Next he lifted one length of rope from the table, running it through his fingers, enjoying the feel of its silken threads. Another habit of his, using only rope made of soft fibres. Long ago, a Dom had once mocked him for being too gentle with his subs. Slade had taken care of the man swiftly and cleanly. The man had chosen to cancel his membership.
Threading the strand of rope beneath his sub’s body, he brought the two ends together just above her breasts and tied them in a careful knot that rested just at the top of her breast bone. The next one went below those luscious mounds, the tension a little tighter so her breasts stood out more. By the time he was finished he’d used seven lengths of rope, layering them down her body. The final one went around her hips, the knot resting squarely on her clit. If she moved at all the rope shifted just enough to torment that little bundle of nerves.
He surveyed his handiwork, nodding in satisfaction.
“Ready?” he asked, looking carefully into her eyes to see what he could read there.
She wet her lower lip with her
Her skin was so soft and pink. At one point he reached out a finger and stroked the newly exposed area, already imagining how it would look with wax dripped onto it. Maybe in an intricate pattern.
By the time he was finished he was aware he wasn’t the only one aroused. Already stimulated by the performance earlier, his girl was hotter than a pistol. Her labia were slick with the moisture seeping from her pussy and the skin was flushed a deep pink. When he touched the tip of a finger lightly to her clit she jumped involuntarily. The look on her face told him she was waiting to be reprimanded for responding without permission.
He smiled at her. “It’s all right, Butterfly. I’m glad to see you are so hot and ready. When I finish you’ll be even hotter.”
Disposing of the bowl and razor, he took the small bottle of baby oil, drizzled some onto her tummy then smoothed it onto her skin with the paintbrush.
“You have such smooth skin.” Some nights he dreamed of running his tongue over every inch of it. “I’m going to have a hard time deciding exactly what design to use on it.” He added more oil. “Have any of your Doms introduced you to wax play?”
She nodded, her eyes still watching him. “Yes. One.”
Slade didn’t know whether to be glad or disappointed. He wanted to have something special that she only shared with him, then he realised how stupid that sounded. Neither of them were D/s virgins. Well, he’d just have to make this very special for her. Very.
When she was covered in oil from her neck to the crease where hip and thigh joined, he put the brush away. By now the candles he’d lit were burning nicely, the wax dripping down the sides. Once more he would need to be very careful. Slade had been introduced to wax play a long time ago in Thailand. Watching a performance where wax play was an integral part, he’d become so fascinated with the designs the Dom had drawn on his sub and the reaction of the sub to the heat that he’d asked to be tutored in the art. He’d learned over the years that wax play could be one of the most tantalising types of play on the skin and could produce marvellous, stimulating pleasures. But he was also aware that, because of the dangers inherent to using wax at burning temperatures, it was often categorised as ‘edge play’ and could be the cause of an extreme burn if applied improperly.
That was one of the reasons he always used only candles made from paraffin. They were inexpensive, came in a multitude of scents and colours, and burned at a very low temperature. And safety was all-important to him. The only pain he cared to inflict was the kind that brought and enhanced pleasure.
Next he lifted one length of rope from the table, running it through his fingers, enjoying the feel of its silken threads. Another habit of his, using only rope made of soft fibres. Long ago, a Dom had once mocked him for being too gentle with his subs. Slade had taken care of the man swiftly and cleanly. The man had chosen to cancel his membership.
Threading the strand of rope beneath his sub’s body, he brought the two ends together just above her breasts and tied them in a careful knot that rested just at the top of her breast bone. The next one went below those luscious mounds, the tension a little tighter so her breasts stood out more. By the time he was finished he’d used seven lengths of rope, layering them down her body. The final one went around her hips, the knot resting squarely on her clit. If she moved at all the rope shifted just enough to torment that little bundle of nerves.
He surveyed his handiwork, nodding in satisfaction.
“Ready?” he asked, looking carefully into her eyes to see what he could read there.
She wet her lower lip with her
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