Playtime!
I have been wanting to bottom to someone who had a candle in their hand for quite sometime.
I offered to bottom to a young Dom playmate who had never used wax in a scene before. We spent a long time discussing wax and negotiating. I agreed to adding a knife to the scene, he is familiar with knives so I am comfortable with him using one to remove the wax droplets that will stick to my skin.
I was very nervous.
I circled the drop cloth I had placed on the floor several times. I was confident in the fact the candle wax would not burn me. I was not confident in my ability to be a bottom in this scene. I paced through the top floor of my house, attempting to calm myself. My brain was at war and my body was restless.
I am not one to back out of a scene, but I am also not one to take one for the team. I looked at the candles burning. Took a deep breath.
"Are you willing to pour wax on yourself?" Was my question to him as I stood across the sheet from him. He nodded and smiled and asked if I was ok. I express my nervous feelings and he places and a hand on my arm and waits patiently.
That was what I needed.
I lay down on the cloth and settle myself down.
He picks up the candle and begins slowly teasing me with droplets of wax that splash onto my tummy and thighs and breasts. I close my eyes and gasp. Giggling as endorphins start cascading over me. I am trying not to fly to far out so I can keep him in tune with how I am feeling and it is interrupting my flow into the scene.
He brings the candle closer and I shriek and squirm. The hot wax is so intense and I am floating far and fast. I gasp out yellow when he brings the candle even closer. I can't seem to relax and give the scene completely to him.
He scoops up a handful of ice and drips the freezing cold drops on me. Running the ice cube over the hardened wax and over my nipples. I hate cold but this feels good and I bliss out as he teases me with it, the candle is back in his hands and I nod my consent to continue as he drips the wax on my prone form again.
He is drizzling the wax on me like icing on a cake and I am giggling and squirming again. Thrashing around as the dribbles splash onto my thighs.
I am gasping and looking up at him. He is laughing but intent on tormenting me with the method I have chosen. I start giggling and my hands come up to defend myself. I can't take anymore of the wax.
He has set the candle down and is kneeling beside me. We are touching the wax that has cooled into hardened bits together and talking about the candle and I am feeling spacey.
This is when he unsheathes the knife. I see it glimmer and shine in the candle light. It is my own blade that he is using. My heart is racing, I know he is skilled but in this moment all I think of is that cold steel scraping against my warm flesh.
The edge of the blade is being used to peel the wax off my skin and I am left feeling exposed and vulnerable. I shiver and hold very still his gaze is intent and I am entranced in the sensation of the wax being peeled.
I imagine it is a bit like being skinned alive, except for not being painful. They blade scratches lightly as it slides over my breast and down my tummy.
He is caressing my inner thighs with the shining steel and I am stuck with fear. What if he slips? How well do I really know him? The tip of the blade pokes my outer lips and I feel my clit swell in response.
Tingles spark their way through my trembling body as I feel his knife parting my lips. Cold fire against my inner swirl and my clit is teased by what I hope is the dull side of the blade!
The wax is nearly all off and he is circling my nipples with the point of the knife. My nipples are stiff little peaks, the aureole crinkled and pushing them up in the air. He presses the tip to the tip of my nipple and I shudder.
I am free of the wax and the knife is away. I want him inside me immediately!
My need is urgent as I push at him to lay on the floor. He merely looks at me until I verbalize what I need.
His sensuous mouth curls into a smile and I am reminded again that I am playing with a Dom, not a switch or a sub trained to Top. He is to strong for me to resist or enforce my will on. And why would I want to? It has been to long since I have allowed myself to submit to a man. I look up at him and realign myself to what he may desire.
Let the sex games begin.
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Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, November 5, 2009
daydreams
At work and daydreaming, when I was very young I saw porn that likely was my first indication that I was kinky. Here is a version of what it was mingled of course with my own kinky twists!
He has captured me and I am helpless against him. His strength is to much for me.
We are in his barn and I am bound and gagged in rough sisal that is burning and chaffing my skin at wrists, ankles and waist. My eyes are stinging with tears and he is tying me to a beam with long ropes so my hands are stretched high above me. My shoulders are straining and he places a bale of prickly straw under my feet he has me stand on it. My shoulders are relived slightly but now he is binding me by my waist to
a pillar that is directly behind me.
I struggle but the ropes are entirely to tight for this to do anything but make them dig into my flesh further. Begging behind my gag for freedom. My mind is racing with what he will do to me.
He picks up a long wooden bar and unties my ankles, the bar is placed
between them so my ankles are spread wide, feet still supported by bales. He slips rope between the eyehooks on either end and binds my ankles to them.
I am shuddering in fear. My body fully exposed to him.
He picks up a leather strap and swings it through the air so it whistles as it passes beside me. My bare ass is pressed against a beam, he can only mean to strike breasts and vulva with it.
The first strike falls hard across the top of my breasts and I scream.
He stops and pulls out his pocket knife. Terror as he advances, flipping the blade open and resting the edge against my cheek. I dare not move or breathe, body tensed. His blade slides under the rough rope at my cheek and wiggles as he cuts the rope. The blade is withdrawn and he pulls the gag from my clenched teeth.
"I want to hear everyone of your screams little girl."
His smile is sinister as he tosses the gag to the dirt floor and backs up to take another swing. This blow landes directly over my nipples and I scream in a high pitched wail.
He walks back to rub my breasts in his rough calloused hands. His eyes are gleaming and I am babbling incoherently.
Then he begins to beat my tits with hard sure strokes. My screams echo to the high rafters and I think surely someone will hear and save me.
No one comes.
He is using his strap against my pussy now. I am whimpering in between screams. My lips so swollen and welted. Yet the strikes continue.
I cry and beg for mercy as he slaps that strap harder and harder against my inner thighs. Desperately I am struggling, his arousal is plain on his face. He works his way behind me and manages to strike at my buttocks where there is not enough protection from the pillar.
Pleading for release pleading and telling him I will give him anything he wants. Anything at all.
He circles in front of me tossing the strap to the side and using his fingers to part my pussy lips wide. Oh! Agony in those aching lips.
"You are dripping wet in your lust. Filthy pain slut. You are already
giving me exactly what I want"
With that he thrusts fingers hard inside me and my orgasm rages
through me. Squirting out over his hand and forearm.
"And I shall have even more of you now girl"
He moves away sucking my cum from his fingers and picking up a cane.
He walks back up close to me so I can see this is no bamboo cane. It is made of blackberry and the thorns have been sanded off only where he is holding it in his hand.
I start to scream and beg, "NO NO NO PLEASE OH MY GOD NOOOOOOO"
He only smirks and steps back to take aim at my chest...
He has captured me and I am helpless against him. His strength is to much for me.
We are in his barn and I am bound and gagged in rough sisal that is burning and chaffing my skin at wrists, ankles and waist. My eyes are stinging with tears and he is tying me to a beam with long ropes so my hands are stretched high above me. My shoulders are straining and he places a bale of prickly straw under my feet he has me stand on it. My shoulders are relived slightly but now he is binding me by my waist to
a pillar that is directly behind me.
I struggle but the ropes are entirely to tight for this to do anything but make them dig into my flesh further. Begging behind my gag for freedom. My mind is racing with what he will do to me.
He picks up a long wooden bar and unties my ankles, the bar is placed
between them so my ankles are spread wide, feet still supported by bales. He slips rope between the eyehooks on either end and binds my ankles to them.
I am shuddering in fear. My body fully exposed to him.
He picks up a leather strap and swings it through the air so it whistles as it passes beside me. My bare ass is pressed against a beam, he can only mean to strike breasts and vulva with it.
The first strike falls hard across the top of my breasts and I scream.
He stops and pulls out his pocket knife. Terror as he advances, flipping the blade open and resting the edge against my cheek. I dare not move or breathe, body tensed. His blade slides under the rough rope at my cheek and wiggles as he cuts the rope. The blade is withdrawn and he pulls the gag from my clenched teeth.
"I want to hear everyone of your screams little girl."
His smile is sinister as he tosses the gag to the dirt floor and backs up to take another swing. This blow landes directly over my nipples and I scream in a high pitched wail.
He walks back to rub my breasts in his rough calloused hands. His eyes are gleaming and I am babbling incoherently.
Then he begins to beat my tits with hard sure strokes. My screams echo to the high rafters and I think surely someone will hear and save me.
No one comes.
He is using his strap against my pussy now. I am whimpering in between screams. My lips so swollen and welted. Yet the strikes continue.
I cry and beg for mercy as he slaps that strap harder and harder against my inner thighs. Desperately I am struggling, his arousal is plain on his face. He works his way behind me and manages to strike at my buttocks where there is not enough protection from the pillar.
Pleading for release pleading and telling him I will give him anything he wants. Anything at all.
He circles in front of me tossing the strap to the side and using his fingers to part my pussy lips wide. Oh! Agony in those aching lips.
"You are dripping wet in your lust. Filthy pain slut. You are already
giving me exactly what I want"
With that he thrusts fingers hard inside me and my orgasm rages
through me. Squirting out over his hand and forearm.
"And I shall have even more of you now girl"
He moves away sucking my cum from his fingers and picking up a cane.
He walks back up close to me so I can see this is no bamboo cane. It is made of blackberry and the thorns have been sanded off only where he is holding it in his hand.
I start to scream and beg, "NO NO NO PLEASE OH MY GOD NOOOOOOO"
He only smirks and steps back to take aim at my chest...
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Bits and Bites
I keep the shredded clothing from this scene in my closet as a reminder.
I am bound only by my wrists. I can move and squirm, twist and sway. I am fully clothed. There is a table filled with knives only one meter away.
I barely breathe, terrified of moving.
His eyes are sparkling as he picks up the first blade and holds it next to my face. He has my undivided attention. His voice is low and rough as he asks if I should move and I say in a quiet trembling voice, no. He asks why and I glance furtively at the blade, "it's sharp", is my breathless reply.
He responds with a nod, and runs the sharp tip down my jawline. I struggle to hold still. My skin in goosebumps as he runs the knife down my throat.
His gaze is so intent and I am whirling in my head, spun anxiously out between excitement and terror.
He begins cutting my clothes off. Blade poking through and scratching my skin as he cuts a bit off. He cuts more and more clothing free, the bits falling to the floor around us like leaves scattering off a tree.
I am drifting an ocean of emotions crashing through me. It all so surreal, his blades drag across my skin and I shudder at the sting of my skin being scratched and red lines start appearing. The blades are incredibly sharp.
The black blade he picks up, strikes fear inside me and I feel as if my core being is encased in ice. I tremble as he states threats in a clear calm voice. Unnerving me more is that voice that is so calm paired with those glittering eyes.
Depraved kinky man, torturing poor innocent me. Nevermind that I consented to this... I giggle softly at the craziness of it all.
My clothing is hanging in tattered rags, he has not exhausted his collection of knives. I dare a glance at the table as he steps away for the next one. He has many more to go.
Disbelief sets in, I was crazy to agree to this. One slip and I could wind up dead, or missing a body part! I start panicing and freaking out. He notices immediately and he is there just as fast. Calming me, telling me to breathe. My breathing slows and I look in his eyes. I trust him. I am safe.. relatively speaking!
He picks up a new knife, and cuts the rest of my clothing off. Naked now except a pair of cuffs on my wrists that are attached to the frame with sisal rope.
He is cutting through my skin with those sharp blades. Not to the flesh, just the first few layers of skin. Just enough to bring blood to the surface. I am shaking and flying high on the endorphines rushing through me like insane drugs.
His hand is on the rope, stretching me taller. I am on tip toe.
His hand flashes down, blade swinging...
The rope parts and I cry out, stumbling as my freedom is re-gained.
I am bound only by my wrists. I can move and squirm, twist and sway. I am fully clothed. There is a table filled with knives only one meter away.
I barely breathe, terrified of moving.
His eyes are sparkling as he picks up the first blade and holds it next to my face. He has my undivided attention. His voice is low and rough as he asks if I should move and I say in a quiet trembling voice, no. He asks why and I glance furtively at the blade, "it's sharp", is my breathless reply.
He responds with a nod, and runs the sharp tip down my jawline. I struggle to hold still. My skin in goosebumps as he runs the knife down my throat.
His gaze is so intent and I am whirling in my head, spun anxiously out between excitement and terror.
He begins cutting my clothes off. Blade poking through and scratching my skin as he cuts a bit off. He cuts more and more clothing free, the bits falling to the floor around us like leaves scattering off a tree.
I am drifting an ocean of emotions crashing through me. It all so surreal, his blades drag across my skin and I shudder at the sting of my skin being scratched and red lines start appearing. The blades are incredibly sharp.
The black blade he picks up, strikes fear inside me and I feel as if my core being is encased in ice. I tremble as he states threats in a clear calm voice. Unnerving me more is that voice that is so calm paired with those glittering eyes.
Depraved kinky man, torturing poor innocent me. Nevermind that I consented to this... I giggle softly at the craziness of it all.
My clothing is hanging in tattered rags, he has not exhausted his collection of knives. I dare a glance at the table as he steps away for the next one. He has many more to go.
Disbelief sets in, I was crazy to agree to this. One slip and I could wind up dead, or missing a body part! I start panicing and freaking out. He notices immediately and he is there just as fast. Calming me, telling me to breathe. My breathing slows and I look in his eyes. I trust him. I am safe.. relatively speaking!
He picks up a new knife, and cuts the rest of my clothing off. Naked now except a pair of cuffs on my wrists that are attached to the frame with sisal rope.
He is cutting through my skin with those sharp blades. Not to the flesh, just the first few layers of skin. Just enough to bring blood to the surface. I am shaking and flying high on the endorphines rushing through me like insane drugs.
His hand is on the rope, stretching me taller. I am on tip toe.
His hand flashes down, blade swinging...
The rope parts and I cry out, stumbling as my freedom is re-gained.
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