Wax and Knife

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.

The Gigglepuss

I had explained the scene to her and what I was going to do. We discussed the play extensively as it is something she would like to be able to duplicate. A long discussion about the type of wax to be used and rules that are important to remember.

She listened and asked questions, I could tell she was cautious but curious and very much wanting to learn how. I explained that any play comes with risks and while I could never go so far as to declare with absolute certainty that I will not burn her, I could reassure her by saying the only person I had ever burned was myself. I also explained that I would test the heat of the wax on myself at a much closer drip point that what I would drip on her. She understood, and consented to the risk.

I instruct her to disrobe while I light candles and strip down to just my thong.

I have her lay down on the sheet that I am using as a drop cloth and stand over her, candle in my hand. I drip some wax on my inner forearm and the wax is only medium warm. We are ready to begin.

I look down at her and splash the first few drips on her belly. This action is greeted by a startled "OH!" promptly followed by a little wiggle and a moan of pleasure. I laugh, someone likes wax!

Grinning as my playful Top rises to the occasion and I start dancing to the music and dripping wax all over her tummy and thighs. I see her wiggle and she makes mewling noises. I encourage her squirming, telling her it gives me more targets. She begins to giggle.

I have to admit my absolute delight as her laughter fills the room. I adore gigglers and it appears I have a gigglepuss on my hands.

In the zone now I scoop up some cold water as I tell her to close her eyes. She gasps as and giggles as I sprinkle the cold drops on her, followed by more wax. Her eyes flutter open and she states her surprise at not being able to tell the difference.

I kneel beside her and lower the candle, I have dripped it less than six inches from my skin and it is not hot enough to burn. I hold the candle at the full height of my outstretched arm, drizzling her with wax.

Her eyes are open and wide and I bring the wax lower and suddenly she calls yellow.

I set the candle down, reconnecting with her and blowing over the wax, she says a spot on her side was to hot. I look closely and there is only cooled wax. Touching each spot and wiggling them a bit, no protests. I drizzle some cool water on her and she indicates she is ok to continue.

Picking up the candle again, I drizzle wax on my arm and thigh to ensure temperature is ok.

Dripping the wax on her tummy and thighs and breasts, she is giggling madly now and her eyes are closed as she laughs and squirms. I tell her to open her eyes so she can see how close the candle is to her, about twelve inches away and she gasps in surprise.

Knowing how much of a mind fuck it is as she giggles again I tell her she has to count the drips backwards and I am going to move closer with every drip.

I move my arm higher so I am about two and a half feet away and tell her to count backwards from ten. The drips begin to fall and she counts them quickly as the candle moves closer. I laugh, the wax is now a foot away. We start again This time I am two feet away and tell her to count back from twenty, she protests and I tell her, ok fifteen. So fifteen it is and the candle moves very close by the time she gasps out "one".

I tell her we will do it one more time, this round the candle will start at a foot and half away. She gasps and counts the drips to fast, I am laughing and stop dripping. Scolding her for counting phantom drips, telling her I am counting too.

I am spilling the wax over on to my thigh as I laugh at her and she tries to convince me she was counting right. Her eyes wide and her head shaking back and forth in protest.

We start again, my hand about sixteen inches from her tummy, this time she counts the drips right and she is giggling and gasping when she calls out the last digit. I have ended about four inches from the puddle of hardened wax on her tummy.

I set the candle down and she comments about needing a picture. I set up for the pictures and snap a few quickly.



Setting the camera back down I sit beside her and start rubbing and scrubbing the wax off. She is helping to pick the wax off and she has a sweet smile on her face. I kiss her lips, and then each pretty pink nipple.

Giggly girls get me every time. Next time I will make sure and negotiate for more than kisses and wax!

Orange is Not a Safeword

I have laid a sheet on the floor in preparation. A pile of clothespins are resting on the end of my red chaise, the other end has 200 feet of coiled rope.

Candles are burning everywhere, their soft light and the scent of vanilla gently filling the air. One plain white taper is not lit.

Two glasses of water are sitting on the low table, one is filled with ice, one is plain water. There are gloves, a knife, a dildo, lube and condoms on the same shelf as the unlit taper.

The fire is burning brightly in the fireplace and throwing off a nice amount of warmth.

I am curled on my sofa under a blanket, the door is unlocked and she knows she is to just enter. Music is playing at a medium level.

I have her sit at the end of the couch and we discuss her past experiences with wax. It was once and it was not pleasant. She tells me she didn't wear any thing scented, no perfume or deodorant. She didn't want to wear anything flammable. I advise her that there will be no flame touching her.

We also discuss clothespins which I received consent for on the phone before she arrived.

She doesn't like nipple torture. The wax play previously burned her nipples, No problem.. I wasn't after her nipples tonight. I laugh and grin evilly.

"Take off your clothes" She is undressing, shirt pulled over her head, leopard print bra underneath. She tells me that this bra can be sacrificed at any point. I just look at her and tell her to take it off.


I am not cutting clothing off tonight. She removes her skirt. Matching leopard print thong. Cute, she tells me I can cut it off too and my only response is a smile.

I rise and she can see me fully for the first time, she comments about my appearance and I smooth my lace shirt over the shawl I have knotted low around my hips. I cross to the chaise and sit down on it, directing her to stand in front of me.

I tease her about being afraid of clothespins and show her the red plastic clips I will use on her. I begin by having her raise her arms. Two clamps under each arm on the tender bits. She gasps and I watch her pupils dilate slightly. This girl knows how to fly, she only needs a pilot!

I laugh at her auto erotic response and scoop up a handful of clips. Clamping the skin of her breasts is arousing me, I feel my clit swell and nipples become erect. Her eyes are fairly glowing and she is chewing her lips as she watches and emits tiny whimpers.

No clothespins on her nipples, I promised not to torture them and I will keep my promise. I merely torment every bit of flesh I can on her breasts instead. The clips are bristling out from her tit flesh in concentric circles and I am delighted with my progress.

Then I start at her hip and make a long swooping arch across her tummy. The clamps are not strong or tight but I watch her closely anyway, knowing it took a lot of courage for her to consent to them.

She is shivering and talking to me still about how they feel and I continue to tease her about fearing these harmless little clothespins when I reach up and yank the first one off.

"OH!" Is her surprised response followed by broken up laughter and pain murmurings.

I pull the other three off her arms and she is dancing a bit and "ow'ing" each one. I taunt her and tease her about them just being little clamps and what would she be doing if I had decided to do a zipper on her? Describing the process to her and hearing her whimper and moan in protest.

I laugh evilly, feeling my sadistic urges taking over. I get a tingly rush and pull the clamps off her breasts one by one... I ask her at one point if she would like slow or fast. She hesitates and says "Slow" I laugh and tear them off her as quickly and cruelly as I can muster.

"Just to show you who is in charge girl" I laugh again and rub the spots where the clips were, knowing the blood returning to those places has made them more than tender. She moans appreciatively..

I instruct her to lay down on the sheet and as she gets settled I cross to the shelf and light the taper. I circle back around her and test a few droplets of wax on the inside of my arm. Pleasantly hot at the distance of an arm span. I know I like it hotter than most so I loom over her with the candle held high above us.

I tip it and the first splashes of wax fall on her exposed belly. She jumps and protests and squirms. I tell her sternly to lay still. Dripping the hot droplets on her thighs and mound and breasts.

She is laughing and moaning and appears to be blissing out. I grab a chunk of ice from a glass and tell her to close her eyes.

Alternating the icy cold drips and the hot wax droplets, I watch her writhing and trying so hard to hold still. Laughter surrounds us, hers in the delight of pain endorphins, mine in sadistic pleasure.

This sexy girl has bared herself to be tormented by me and it pleases me to no end that she is overcoming fears and trusting me to do this to her.

The wax drips come from lower now, she has become accustomed to the heat and I want the scene to slowly intensify. The wax is caking on her belly, with only a few drops on her luscious boobs and quite a bit on her thighs and mound.

I have her open her eyes now so she can see how close the wax is and it starts fucking with her head. She starts crying out when the splashes hit her and telling me it is burning. I tell her it can not, that she has a deep coat of wax on. She accepts this and is doing fine until I straddle her and the drips come from just above her.

I know how hot the wax is this entire time, I have been testing it on myself periodically and I know it will not burn her.

She cries out in two sharp cries and then shouts "ORANGE"

I stick the candle in its holder grab the knife and kneel beside her. She is panting and gasping. I touch her belly and feel only hardened wax, her skin is entirely encased. "Where?" is my question to her and she indicates her sides. I check them carefully and peel the wax drippings off making sure there are no marks underneath. Her skin is unscathed. I look in her eyes and feel her calming now that the candle is away from her.

"Orange is not a safeword silly girl" She never says yellow or red and it has become a joke between us. I can't understand her reasoning, but I do understand the she was very close to saying red and ending the scene.

I inspect my work. I was true to my word, not one drip landed on her nipples, though many landed on her breasts. None of the skin is even reddened by the wax. She has come through without a single burn, not even a minor one.

I unsheathe my knife and show it to her.

"Do not move, I'm not as talented with a knife as I am with a candle!" I snicker and begin the long slow process of freeing her from the wax.

She lays very still and every so often I hear a gasp as my blade slides along her skin. Prying up the wax and baring the soft pale skin below. I tease her about "Oops your didn't want that mole did you?" and laughter surrounds us once more.

I have an urge to press the blade against her skin and cause the red droplets of life blood appear, their coppery scent would mingle well with the scent of her arousal. I suppress it as I continue on my task of cutting and peeling and shaving the wax off of her.

I have her spread her legs and trail the point of my blade over her labia, her scent is delicious and I want her so badly. I want to part her lips and hold her clit hostage, knife point pricking it... but that is another scene for another day.

Moving away I use the edge of the blade to loosen the crust of wax around her navel and pull huge chunks of it away. Showing them to her I toss one on her chest and tell her it is a memento, laughing about it.

I set the knife down and tell her to clean the rest off and go shower.. telling her she can cum in the shower and instructing her to throw the sheet out when she is finished.

I wander around the room snuffing candles and watching her rub and pick the wax off, our scene has ended...

Young Men

I love playing sex games with young men. I'm quite pleased with their ardour and their stamina although I have tired more than a few out. Recently I had two really great experiences playing with younger men.

He had been begging me to play for months and I had been teasing him and telling him that I simply had no time. I am a busy person with a household to run and a gaggle of children to raise as well as working full time. Toss in the fact we were relocating and my time vanished into thin air.

At last I have an evening free. I let him know two days in advance and he clears his schedule. He asks what he can expect and we negotiate the terms of his play.

I dress slowly on the night of our playdate, having showered and applied light makeup and styled my hair. I slip into a pair of silken stockings. Standing and looking in the mirror at myself. I slip on my red spike heels and a red scarf around my neck. My trench coat feels cool against my bare skin, I belt it at my waist, not bothering with the buttons. Adjusting the scarf at my throat, I pick up my dark red lipstick and apply it carefully.

I grab my medium sized toy bag that is stuffed with goodies and strut out my front door.

In my car driving over I listen to music with a strong pulsing beat and slide my fingertips over my throat and thighs every so often. The scent of arousal becomes my perfume.

Parking my car I walk up to his front door and press the buzzer so he can let me in. I smooth my coat in the elevator. At last I am at his door.

He opens it and he is naked, as I have requested. I step inside and he offers to take my coat.

I untie the belt and slip it off. He groans quietly and I watch his dick harden as he takes my coat and hangs it up. We walk down a short hall to his living room. I am pleased to see a low table waiting for my bag, I set it down, noting that he has candles burning on every surface that will hold them. The lights are turned low and the music is soft and unobtrusive.

He follows directions well.

He kneels before my feet and looks up at me. His hard penis is pointing straight at me and his skin is gleaming in the candle light. How lovely this body will be to torment and tease.

I walk around him slowly and have him kneel up so I can inspect him more thoroughly. Mm he has taken great pains to remove every bit of hair from his chest and genitals. I see a few stragglers and smile. More fun for me. My hand is sliding over his chest and I touch his nipples gently, he moans quietly and I can not resist his lips any longer. Leaning in I kiss him softly, me lips barely grazing over his. His breath is hot on my face and I inhale his scent as my hands slide behind him, one caressing down his back and the other tangling in luscious waves of dark hair.

This boy is sexy. I back away and run my hands over his well muscled arms and down his tummy to his hips. I have an urge to just lick him all over. I love the taste of skin and lean over and lick and nibble along his collar bone, my hands roaming over his butt cheeks. I can feel him quivering in his excitement.

Still he is so well behaved. He has not tried to touch me, even though his eyes are fairly glowing with hunger. I slip close and bury his face in my tummy. Bending so my nipples rub in his hair. Rubbing my hands over his shoulders and feeling some of his tension ease. He is nervous.

I step back to my bag and unzipping it I pull out a roll of purple vet wrap. Crossing to where he kneels I wrap around his wrist, have him put his hand beside his ankle and bind his wrist to ankle. I do the same on the other side and survey my work. Asking him to bend forward and back to make sure he is flexible enough. He does very well and I am pleased with my quick easy bondage.

I have him bend forward and grab a cushion and place it under his head so his bum is in the air and his head is on the ground. His legs are spread and I can clearly access his balls, butt and cock.

I slide my hand over his bum and softly start spanking him. He groans a bit and wiggles, I watch his cock swaying and bobbing. Spanking a bit harder until his hips are waggling. I laugh and tell him next time I will bring impact toys, He moans and begs "no no please" and I only laugh.

I return to my bag and pull out a long taper of plain unscented untreated wax. I see he is watching me from his position on the floor and I am chuckling as I pull out a small pair of sharp edged scissors and 3 butt toys of varying sizes. We will see which he can accommodate.

I light the taper from one of his burning candles and wait for it to melt enough to test on the inside of my wrist.

I stand over him and slowly drip the hot wax over his back and ass. Going so far as to even drip it on his feet and arms. I have him arch his back, and raise the candle high so the drips cool slightly before they land on his testicles. He is groaning loudly and flinching and I am holding back my laughter. It is so amusing to tease this sexy boy.

I blow out the candle as it is down to a small stub and being mischievous I rub the waxy bit over his butt-hole. He whimpers and hips rock. He is such a butt slut! "You want your butt fucked boy?" His response is a loud moan and I grab the biggest butt plug and a bottle of lube. Dripping the lube into his hole and lubing the toy I press the tip to his tight little hole.

He is pressing back against it and I push it inside him hard. He cries out loudly. This is bigger than he is used to.. I leave the plug in his ass and stroke his swollen hard cock with my free hand. I feel him moving with me and rub his balls and taint in slow arousing motions with my other hand. He is groaning in bliss when I turn the vibrations on in the plug.

He thrusts wildly in my hand and I grip him tightly as he fucks my hand. My other hand is fucking his ass with the toy now.

He is begging loudly and sharp little cries are coming from him "PLEASE GODDESS PLEASE!!"

I tell him to give his orgasm to me NOW. His cum is spurting in great jetting fountains from his cock and over my hand, I pull the plug from his ass as he comes and he screams and writhes and I keep stroking him and squeezing every drop from him.

I grab my scissors and cut his wrists and ankles free. Using the sharp edge to slough most of the wax off and push him over gently onto his side.

He lays there, eyes glazed and panting. He finally refocuses on me. I am sitting beside him and gently rubbing the wax off his body.

Thank you is all he says to me and and I smile. I am wildly horny and want his tongue in me but I will make him wait longer to have that gift.

He sits up and we embrace...

Well that is all the time I have to write today, I will have to write about the other young man in another post!

Happy Birthday to me

I bought myself a new toy today. It is called a Fulcrum Flame. A smaller pocket knife, a bit flashy (like its owner) an interesting way to click it open, and an interesting hilt that fits in my hand perfectly. The steel is cold to the initial touch but warms quickly.

I adore knife play, there is something intensely erotic to me about the feel of cold steel. So hard and sharp, unforgiving. I get creamy just thinking about it.

I am laying in bed at this moment running the edge of it over my skin and getting very aroused. It is quite sharp, although I believe it should be sharper. The actual blade is black so only the edge and point shine in glow of the monitor. The point is very nice... I touch it to my nipple and sigh softly. Delicious, and the memories it brings up are bright and startling.

It has been months since my knife scene at a local club and I think I need to repeat it again soon. I found the bits of my clothing in my closet the other day. I keep them and when I need a rush I open the bag and run the pieces through my hands. The rope collar is visible from where I am laying. I pick it up often to feel the prickly and stiff work rope and steel clasp.

Sharp pointy things excite me.

I have a strong desire to drip wax on a body and then use my blade to scrape it off their skin. I want to glide the sharp edge over their skin and watch the reactions. Hmm perhaps I should erect a sign up sheet.

I want to share the joy.

Thank you to everyone who contributed to making my birthday a happy one. My last year has been amazing and wonderful and I can only believe this one will be even more incredible. The list of events I attend has grown over the last year and I have found a few private spaces that I enjoy playing in and one public space.

See you around.

Lunchtime

The knife in my hand is only four inches long, it is a black blade, sculpted to look like a butterfly wing. It is a girls knife most certainly and it looks somewhat innocuous. It is razor sharp.

The girl is tied to my kitchen table and I am watching her watch me as I carress the cold steel. I can see fear and uncertainty in her eyes and I know it is real. We have been playing for only a short while, and she has never seen me with a blade in my hands before.

"Tell me your safeword Carressa."

"My name, Carressa."

I nod and see some of the uncertainty fade, she is getting excited now. I set the knife down and pick up a candle. It is a long parafin taper of natural wax, I stand on a chair beside her and look over her naked body. "Where shall I start?" I hear her whimper and I drip the first drop on her tummy, she squirms and I drip the next few drops on her breasts. Watching the wax splatter and cool quickly into hard little shells, coating those pretty pink nipples. I drip down her tummy to her navel, she has no piercings, just the beautiful soft skin. I circle the wax around her navel and down further so it is dripping just above where her pubic bone starts.

She is gasping and squirming, I look into her eyes and see desire glowing. I smirk and drip the first drop on her mound. It was a big hot drop and it sprays as it hits, she groans and rocks her hips as much as the ropes will allow. Dripping wax down her thighs all the way to her feet, I move the candle closer to her and work my way back up. Slowly dripping hot splashes of wax, I am grinning in delight as she moans and squirms.

I pause and set the candle down just long enough to lube a vibrator and push it into her sopping pussy. I turn it on the lowest setting and go back to the business of dripping hot wax on this yummy girl. She is humping now, her hips rocking off the table and I am giggling as I drip the wax, closer and closer, hotter and hotter, I drizzle it like icing on a delicious cake watching the wax drip and run just a bit down the curves before it cools and hardens.

"Please Ms! Please!" I am laughing as she begs me. "What would you like girl?" She is gasping and writhing and the wax is hot on her nipples. "MORE" she cries out.

I shove the vibrator hard into her and fuck her with it as I set the candle aside and rub her swelling clit with my fingers. She is writhing in ecstasy and I am pushing her to it hard and fast. I pinch her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger as I push deep inside her. That is all she can take and she is shuddering and cumming, her juices flowing out of her. I keep pushing in and out of her, I know she has more to give. I turn the vibrator on high and pick up my knife.

She squeaks and I see the fear shining in her eyes as I show her the blade. She is whimpering as I hold the blunt side against her throat, it is a narrow blade and it feels like the sharp side to her.

"Don't move Carressa, or I will cut you." She trembles and holds still, her eyes wide. I trace the point of the blade down between her breasts, using the sharp edge to scrape the wax off her body. She is whimpering and I pause to thrust the vibrator in and out of her, then resume the wax removal. My blade is sharp against her breasts, the point sliding under wax and pricking her nipple. I am careful not to break skin. My focus is entirely on removing wax from her beautiful body. Sharp edge scraping down her soft belly.

"So soft Carressa, such soft skin, so easy to cut through, and underneath, your vital organs. So easy to slip now girl, the pain would give you such an endorphin rush, and then you would be in terrible agony..." I am mocking her with my words as I twist the knife in my hands and track the sharp point over her belly to her mound. I trace down over her swollen lips, using the dull edge to part her lips and rub her clit with the cold steel. She is shaking and juice is gushing out of her. I spread her lips open "DO NOT MOVE" she is absolutely still as I trace the point of the blade from the base of her clit to the tip. So sharp, I dare not cause any pressure, holding her still as I touch the tip of her clit and she screams and cums. I pull the blade away as she shudders.

Pulling the vibrator out of her I untie the quick release knots and pull her into my arms. "You did so well honey, you are so pleasing to me" she is shaking and glowing with the endorphin high as I cuddle her and stroke my hands down her back. She starts crying softly murmuring thank you's and kissing my neck softly.

Naughty girl has me all aroused, I stand her up and pull her off to the bedroom so she can show me how grateful she is.