Candlelight Delight

Candlelight Delight

Arriving home from a long day at work, I find a plain white envelope taped to the outside of my front door. Removing it with a flourish, I unlock the door, step into the air-conditioned entryway and take a deep breath. Placing my keys in the tray on the side table, I slip my feet from my shoes and grab the envelope. Walking toward the stairs, I tear it open and stop mid-stride as the familiar handwriting catches my attention. He’s left me enough little notes for me to know what this is.

Into the bath with you, little girl.

Dropping the note, I race up the stairs toward the master bedroom ensuite. Walking through the threshold, the smell of lavender and vanilla fills my senses. The sound of the running water catches me off guard. Sir is not usually home at this time. I look around the room but find it’s empty. He’s likely close by though, watching me.

Walking quietly, I make my way to the tub. It’s full of fluffy, thick bubbles that look so inviting. I run my fingers through the soft peaks, feeling the silkiness. Pulling my shirt from it’s tucked position in my too conservative skirt, I take a step back. Unbuttoning each button, my fingers move swiftly as if they too want to know how the bath feels. Reaching over I turn off the water.

Stepping from the skirt, I slip each stocking from my smooth legs, followed by my bra. No panties, Sir’s orders. Holding onto the side of the clawfoot tub, I dip first my big toe, then my whole foot into the water. It’s warm, but not too warm, and the bubbles feel like smooth silk as they pass over my skin. Sinking back into the tub, I let my eyes close. Letting out a sigh, I release the day’s woes and just revel in the moment.

“Wake up sleepy head.” I hear Sir’s voice whisper.

My eyes slowly flutter open, taking in Sir’s face. The five o’clock shadow gives him a ruggish feel that the black suit contradicts. I could look at him all day, watching how the light changes his expressions from hard to loving to carefree. Unfortunately, the water is getting cold. Holding out a hand, Sir helps me stand and wraps me in a warmed towel. I purr under the feel of his strong hands drying me.

“Make sure your hair is up tightly, no lose pieces and meet me in the bedroom in five minutes. Don’t be late.” He exclaims, slapping my ass on the way out.

I wrap the towel tighter around me and set to complete his task. Once my hair is set in a perfect chignon, I make my way to the bedroom. The lights are turned low and there have to be at least 50 candles lit throughout the room. The entire space is filled with the warm glow of flickering flames. The effect is stunning and eerie at the same time.

“Come, stand in front of me, legs shoulder-width apart.”

I walk over to Sir and stand where he’s indicated. He holds up a wireless bullet vibrator and using two fingers separates my flesh, slowly pushes the vibrator inside. Pulling out a small remote, he turns it to the lowest setting. Keeping his focus firmly on my face, Sir pours some oil in his hands. Rubbing them together to coats both, he runs them over my shoulders and down my arms. The smell of coconut floods my nose. His hands roam lower, massaging my breasts, lifting them and holding their weight. Moving tortuously slow, the hands descend to my stomach, spreading out to cover its entirety.

Directing me with a little spin of his finger, I turn. His hands start against my shoulders, moving slowly to rub the coconut oil into my back and buttocks. Once my torso is covered in slick oil, Sir kneels behind me, ensuring each leg is covered in slippery moisture. The vibrator continues it’s dance inside me.

“Up on the bed, little girl.”

Moving gingerly, my thighs moving effortlessly together, I position myself on the towel adorned bed, laying back. Sir comes into view and covers my eyes with a black blindfold. The silence meets the darkness and I take a deep breathe to cover my nerves. Sir’s hands slowly make their way from the side of my face down to my stomach and lower to my vulva. I hear the oil lid snap open once more and then Sir’s hands are on me. He spreads my vulva, pressing a finger to each side of my folds, adding to my accumulating moisture. I let out a moan and am rewarded with a flick to my clit. Then another. He continues until I’m whimpering. Knowing he won’t let me come so easily, I don’t bother asking. I just take a deep breath.

Knowing my signs as well as he does, Sir knows I’m close and stops. I let out a groan of frustration. Slapping my hip firmly, yet gently and says, “on your front.”

With the little bullet humming away inside me, I roll over and his hands grab a handful of my buttocks. Plumping it and pinching, giving each cheek a gentle slap. His hands continue to rub the oil into my body. The feeling of his firm strokes helps me relieve the last of the tension from my body. Enjoying the attention, I start to drift off again, savouring the loosening of the knots in my back. The gentleness of his hands becomes a firmer caress, his fingertips pulling and prodding my skin. My nerve ending coming alive with each pinch. With no warning, he turns the vibrator to a higher speed.

“Can’t have you falling asleep now, can I? Not very good for the ego, little girl.”

“Sorry, Sir. It just feels so good.”

“Let’s see what we can do to keep you awake, then.”

The sensation starts as warmth but quickly becomes hot, too hot. Heat begins pooling in the small of my back. I let out what can only be described as a squeak, but the heat fades as fast as it occurred. I sigh once again as the sensation subsides. Starting again at the top of my back, I feel the heat start and increase. I can feel the wax trickle down the hollow of my spine. As the wax moves the heat lessens, leaving behind skin that is warm and feels alive.

Sir continues this motion until I can feel that my entire back is covered in wax. The layers becoming a thick crust. Moving onto my legs, Sir covers each leg in melted wax, taking his time to allow each ribbon to dry completely. Once the crust has overtaken my backside, Sir has me roll over.

Laying on my back, Sir removes the blindfold and kisses my lips gently. Standing, he raises a pillar candle far above my belly and watches as I watch the stream of hot wax descend to meet my fluttering stomach. The wax connects but has lost all its sting with the descent. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and take another, quicker breath as the wax starts to flow again. Closer this time. The heat is much more discernible in the close proximity.

I watch as Sir moves his hand back and forth across the width of my chest, stomach, and thighs, leaving behind a coating of wax. First red, then white, followed by black. The wax caking and layering to keep me immobile. Spreading my legs slightly, as to not crack the wax sealing me in, Sir grabs another candle. This one smaller and encased in tin.

“Take a deep breath, little girl,” sir says bringing the candle just about my mons. “This will be warm.”

Without allowing me to fully take the breath, sir drops the hot wax onto my clit. It rolls down my slit and through the folds of my vulva. The heat is almost unbearable. I let out a strangled cry, but Sir’s fingers descend upon my nub, rolling it gently between his forefinger and thumb. This is not wax, not the way I thought. It’s massage oil, and aids in the torture of my engorged sweet spot. The pressure on each side of my vulva strengthening the sensations of the vibrator inside me. The mixture is delicious and I let out a long drawn out moan. Relinquishing my nub unceremoniously, Sir stands again and grabs a black pillar candle.

“This will be a little more intense little girl. No rubbing this burn out. Ready?”

I nod my head quickly, but before I can even take a breathe the wax is pouring over my mons and vulva. Filling the spaces between my lips and running down to meet my anus. The heat is sharp but intoxicating and fades quickly. My breathing increases and sounds choppy and scattered to my own ears. Again Sir pours the wax, filling any empty spaces left behind.

“Good girl, you handled that well. That will be the worst, for now.” The vibrations increase again, leaving me slightly shaky. I’m not sure how much more I can handle until I come. Coming without permission will not end well.

Sir replaces the black and removes a red and white. Standing with his hands spaced above my breasts he looks me in the eye and slowly pours the wax. Each rivulet dropping onto a peak. The wax splashes as it hits my budded nipples. Slowly the wax drips down to pool on either side of me, drying and solidifying as it falls.

Once I’m covered in wax Sir comes to stand beside me and I notice the knife In his hand. I stiffen at the sight. We’ve spoken of edgeplay but have not engaged in it. The sight of the knife sets me on edge, but I trust him and I know he won’t hurt me on purpose. Keeping that thought in my head, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Letting it out quickly and take another to calm myself and open my eyes.

“That was a wonderful, little girl. Watching you tame your fear and submitting to my will is so beautiful. Still okay?”

I nod my head and he lifts the knife so I can see it. “This is to remove the wax, nothing more. But I need you to stay perfectly still. No matter if it tickles, if it feels too close or like it’s biting, I need you to stay still. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Let’s continue.”

Holding the knife lengthways, Sir presses the knife to my stomach. The length of the blade pushing into me in a long line. Letting pressure off the blade, he pulls the knife slowly over my skin. The wax comes up in curls that remind me of chocolate swirls or ice cream as it’s being scooped. The layers of wax look mesmerizing as the colors blend together to create pieces of art. Once most of the wax is removed from my torso, he moves onto my legs, repeating the pulling and pushing, shaving the last remnants from my skin.

When just my tits and pussy remain to be cleared, Sir takes a breath and a few more pictures. The effect is gorgeous. My skin red from the heat and friction of the blade. I’m wearing a wax bikini. Small splotches of wax left behind mar the perfect symmetry and give the whole look a graffiti effect.

“Okay, little girl, I’m going to remove the rest of the wax and then you’re going to roll over again. I still need to remove the wax from your backside.”

Without waiting for an answer, Sir grasps one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Raising the knife to my areola, he slowly slides the knife along my breast. The wax comes away in long strips. The air cools my skin in the knifes wake. The feeling is exquisite and adds to the growing arousal building inside me.

Once my breasts are free from their wax cage, Sir stands at the foot of the bed, looking up at me. “Okay, last part.”

Sliding his hand up the length of my leg, sir grips my ankle and pulls my legs open, draping my foot over the edge of the bed. He repeats the movement on the other side, leaving me open and bare, except for the wax. I can feel the wax pulling my skin where it has sealed the cracks. My pussy lips encased in a thick layer. Fumbling in his pocket, the vibrator turns to a higher speed. I take a deep breath in my attempt to hold down the impending orgasm.

“No coming, little girl. I’d hate to have to punish you after all this glorious fun.”

Using the tip of the knife, Sir slides it under the wax at the top of my mound, cracking the wax in a display of shattered fragments. Pulling my labia skin-tight with one hand, he draws the knife from my slit to the apex of my thigh, removing the wax in short strokes. The blade feels cool against my sensitive skin. Repeating the gesture on the other side, Sir takes his time removing each dried stripe.

As the wax is removed from my pussy the sound of the vibrator becomes louder, the vibrations visible as the intensity increases. My whole body is shaking in my attempt to keep myself from exploding. Touching a single finger to my clit, Sir moves it in tight circles. Watching my expressions, he continues his ministrations, bringing me to the edge then stopping completely. I let out a loud groan of frustration as the vibration stops too.

“Thought I’d make it easy for you, did you? Not today, little girl. Up on your elbows and knees.”

Quickly I get up and flip over. After stabilizing myself, I separate my legs slightly, as Sir has so often instructed me to do. Standing behind me, I feel sir pull the bullet out, but it’s quickly replaced by something larger and longer. Slowly he pumps the new implement into me, filling and stretching me. Once seated fully, a new vibration starts. This one deeper and stronger. With being so full, I know I will not last long.

“You just need to get through a couple more minutes, then I’ll let you come. But first, you need to stay still and be a good girl. Oh, and do not let this dildo fall. If it hits the table, you will not come, but your ass will become a delicious shade of red. Up to you. Which will it be?

“I’ll be good Sir and keep it in. Please I want to come.”

“I bet you do, dirty girl, and soon you will.”

Turning the vibration up again, Sir begins to once again remove the wax using the knife. The feeling is more relaxing now that I know what it will feel like. When he reaches my ass, the blade pulls effortlessly across my skin. The knife descends to my center and I flinch. The added sensation is going to push me over the edge. I feel the dildo start to slide out from the movement. I shift my body, trying to keep it in place, but it’s no use. The initial movement helping to push it out. It’s too big for me to hold it for too long.

“I see that dildo sliding out of your gorgeous pussy, little girl. Do you need some help?”

“Yes, Sir, please,” I reply, frustration laced in my voice.

“Go ahead, push it back in, then fuck yourself with it.”

I let out a moan, knowing or hoping he’s going to let me come.

“But before you start, rollover, I want to watch.”

I do as I’m bid in record time. Opening my legs as wide as I can, I grip the dildo and push it into myself with long hard strokes. Within seconds I’m moaning, and I know if he doesn’t give me the words soon, I’m going to receive a punishment.

“Sir, I need to come, please.”

“Not yet, greedy girl, only when I say.”

I hear a zipper and look over to see Sir pulling his hard cock from his pants. The sight is glorious. His hand caressing his hard length in long strokes. The bulbous head disappearing behind his hand, only to reappear. Pre-cum has started to form at the head and I know he’s as close as I am. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. Sir is watching my every move and lets a moan escape as my tongue slips out to moisten my lips.

I continue pumping myself full with the dildo. My teeth are clenched and sweat is pooling in the base of my throat and belly button. Sir comes to stand beside me, placing his pre-moistened cock next to my mouth. I greedily open my lips and he slides in letting out a long groan as he does. Replacing my hand with his on the dildo, he continues to fuck me as he slides in and out of my mouth. I’m moaning and tears are spilling from my eyes. My whole body is strung tight like a wire.

Suddenly he jerks and breaths “I’m coming dirty girl, swallow it all. Take it.”

I swallow each stream of come as it coats the back of my throat. Still fucking me hard with the dildo, Sir pulls his softening cock from my mouth and pulls my clit between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling, making me cry out. Removing the dildo from my went heat, he continues to rub my nub. I let out a frustrated groan and tears fill my eyes.

“Okay, little girl, I’m going to let you come, but not until I say.”

I nod my head frantically. Sir latches into my clit with his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and nibbling in it almost painfully. The motion makes my hips buck off the bed. In one quick thrust, the dildo is fully seated inside me again. Flicking his tongue one, two, three times, Sir looks up and me, removing the dildo from my slit and his mouth form my button, says, “come.”

And I do. I lose the ability to see. His face comes in and out of focus as wave after wave of paralyzing euphoria overtakes me. I come for what seems like hours but is probably closer to minutes. Once the last tremors have subsided, and the convulsions have become a slight tremor, Sir bundles me in his arms and whispers, ‘good girl.”

 

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