A little background to this first - A friend of mine routinely 'Jump Starts' my day with an email scenario. This time my friendly kinkster placed me at the door of her igloo!!!
And so, naturally, I thought I would turn up the heat :)
On my arrival your whereabouts is all to obvious. A flickering of candle light plays on the icy entrance - beckoning and welcoming me in from the cold. You hear the crunch of my steps as I approach. Your excitement builds.
I stoop down to find the sanctuary of your igloo, my eyes taking in the icy abode. You have laid a rug on the floor, the sides glisten in the low dancing light. I hear the soft drip of melt and then your suppressed giggle from under a pile of blankets. You erupt from your concealment and launch into my arms, smothering my face with warm soft kisses. I find more sanctuary there.
Your eyes are alive with excitement, they twinkle as bright as the candles. There is no fear, no hint of trepidation. Just total trust and total happiness at my arrival.
I smile warmly, and you bathe in that warmth, and I whisper "Strip for me my sweet"
I make myself comfortable, lounging on the blankets that are still warm from your recent occupation, and watch.
Despite the cold, despite your shivering, you slowly, languidly, disrobe - revealing your nakedness to your rider. My smile broadens with each inch of you exposed - until you stand proudly before me - hands to your side, not attempting to cover yourself from my gaze.
"Now, lie down, my sweet, on your back"
You move to lower yourself
"Wait - we don't need that rug, do we"
I swipe the rug away, revealing the icy floor - I spy a shovel leaning against the entrance
"Take that shovel, my shivering angel, and make yourself a soft bed of fresh snow"
You do as I ask, shovelling fresh snow thick on the floor. Your feet are like ice blocks now, the pain is almost hot - but you know that, within a few minutes, numbness will relieve this.
"Now, lie back on your icy bed, my sweet"
The shock of the cold wet snow on the skin of your buttocks makes you gasp. You are reluctant to lie back - but I approach and provide a gentle nudge - you yield and drop. Yelping as the coldness envelopes your back.
But, while that initial shock, that initial freezing pain, was so intense, it subsides. Goosebumps raise every ounce of your flesh, but the shivering is almost delicious.
"Let me find a way or warming you up my dear"
I begin to disrobe and you watch as I hurl my clothes onto the growing pile in the corner. Your eyes drink in my hardness. The cold freezing puddling bed that you are lying in is forgotten as you relish my obvious intentions, willing me to lower on top of you, share my warm body with yours, warm your pussy with my hot lance, fill you with my heat.
"Oh no" I say
"Not that way, angel"
And I stoop
and pick up a candle
and approach you now
a candle held high
over you
and you see the dripping wax
and my intentions are now so clear
and you brace yourself
for the heat
I am fascinated
Fascinated by the mix of sensations that are so obvious in your eyes
Fascinated by your eagerness to feel the hot wax
Fascinated by the little quivers in your soft skin as you anticipate the heat
Fascinated by the way you writhe and arche your body, to seek out the pain
Fascinated by the little moans of anguish that escape your parted lips as the wax hits
Fascinated that those sweet moans of anguish seem to hint at both pleasure and pain
Fascinated that those eyes seem to plead for me to stop and to continue
Fascinated by your longing, your submission, your trust and your love.
Fascinated by the way the wax congeals and hardens so swiftly on impact
Fascinated by the patterns the wax is forming on your pale quivering skin
I let the wax dribble slowly and see that I can direct those patterns
I carefully scribe a large 'C' around your right breast, watching your skin jump and quiver
Listening for those moans
Within the 'C' a small 'l', rising up from the lower breast, following up over the hill and finishing the stroke right on the nipple. I smile at your little gasp as the final wax of the letter finds its mark
Between your breasts, now, an 'i' - larger than the others, following the valley
And then the 'V' scribed on the inside slope of your left breast
And finally a swirling 'e' around your left nipple
The wax is hard now, the letters on your skin stand proud, steadfast 'Clive'
You still hold my gaze
there is still that yearning look
there is still that longing lust
but is seems to be growing
Swiftly, now, with more practised ease, I continue the pattern
C l i v e
O
W
N
S
The O nestles delightfully beneath your breasts, and the W N and S take shape down the centre of your tummy, N for naval positioned so perfectly
The S perhaps a little higher than its rightful place, but so close
I pause, watching the wax harden, pleased with the effect, pleased with the look in your eyes, pleased that as the wax hardens, so, obviously, does your arousal.
The M is slowly scribed on your smooth mound, so very close to your sensitive pussy, so very very close.
You are so very very wet
Steam seems to be rising from between your legs
You want to feel that waxy stream now - you want to feel that heat between your legs
I hold a mirror up
You can see what I have written
"Read it, my sweet"
Oh Yes, Clive Owns M, yes Clive does own me, Please, give me the e, fill my pussy with the hot 'e'
Unbidden, you part those legs
You spread so wide
Your eyes are pleading
You want the 'e'
and you watch as the wax falls
And you long for that branding
You relish that mark
You yelp as it hits
But it is written now
Wax on Flesh
You are mine
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