I envisioned my submissive princess lying across the bed
sideways. Her feet and wrists were secured to the portable restraint devices on
either side of the bed. Her blouse was undone, to expose her succulent,
bountiful breasts to my view, touch, and taste. A special treat was in store
for my delicious pet. Another dominant slowly walks into dimly-lit bedroom,
carrying a large tray of candles. The dominant figures strikes the long match
and lights each of the low-density, white wax candles that are neatly arranged
on the tray, as if some significant ceremony was about to take place, which in
my opinion, this event would rank highly in that regard. I can sense the
anxiety, trepidation, mixed with an excited anticipation in my submissive
charge with what is going to occur. Now the room has picked up a certain aroma
which is emanating from the burning candles on the bed next to my precious pet,
providing one of the only sources of light for the entire room. I sit on the
bed to the right of my submissive, and I hold her hands firmly in my strong
hands to reassure and reinforce our bond, love, and consensual path we have
engaged. The other dominant moves the tray of candles enough so he can sit on
the left side of my princess, opposite me. About six different wax candles
adorn the tray, which are burning in quite a prominent manner. The dominant
takes one of the lit candles watching the amount of hot liquid white wax form
to the surface of the candle. He slowly turns the candle at slight upward
angle, where the hot, delicious wax build-up can methodically drip onto her
vulnerable, exposed breasts in small bead-sized droplets. My pet could feel the
hot, dripping sensations searing her soft, supple, mammary glands. I begin
clasping her hands inside my hands more tightly, allowing her to take comfort
in my strength, telling her to fixate on me and look into my eyes, rather than
focus on what is happening with her voluptuous breasts. Though the body may be
restrained, the mind and soul are free, knowing that bondage is enhancing your
immense liberation. The white wax emanating from the burning candles have
beaded into beginnings of an intricate, artistic design. The dominant follows
suit with the other five lit candles on the tray. With each drop, my submissive
charge experiences the heat of desire and ultimate surrender. I continue to
warmly, lovingly hold her hands inside mine, looking into her eyes, telling
that the eyes are definitely windows to the soul, and I yearn to see the soul
smile. This pleases your Master immensely. I can relish the tears welling up in
your pretty eyes, yet no cries escape your lips; until the hot wax start to hit
your sensitive, erect nipples. A muffled cry escapes from her, as she bites her
lower lip from the searing drops on her tenderness. I tell her to concentrate
on my eyes, telling her to look at Master. The other dominant is slow and
deliberate in making this artistically intricate design on my submissive
princess. I tell her that she is so beautiful. In order to focus her attention
away from what was happening and onto me, I slowly parted her exposed legs and
thighs, thus revealing her majestic womanhood to my masterful, invasive touch.
May dark fingers rub her soft, moist inner thighs, watching her vaginal lining
soak with those passionate love liquids. The white candle wax was being dropped
in a circular design on her bountiful breasts, while my fingers probe her wet,
inner sanctum. I relished her moans, groans, and tears as she continues to
focus on me and less on what the other dominant is doing. I begin increasing
the number of dark fingers invading your saturated womanhood, until they form a
fist of night; slowly twisting, turning, and thrusting her steamy depths. My
hand violating, possessing, claiming her, making me Master of her destiny. I
can see in her eyes, as she accepts the intrusion of her wet vaginal cavity.
Her surrender is intoxicating. Her burning bosom is delicious, as her
wax-covered breasts look like a white kaleidoscope of beads. I sense her
desperate desire for orgasmic release. The intrusive, probing dark fist, the
white searing drops, all culminate into an immense sensation of pain mixed with
joy. My submissive's whole body is bucking against the portable floor
restraints, as I allow her to release her passionate liquids on my dark fist. A
loud, deep moan escapes her lips. The other dominant has finished his task. I
look proudly and magnificently at the white wax tattoo. I was immensely
pleased! I release her from her restraints and order her to stand before me,
jutting her breasts out and showing them, as if she were being exhibited in a
museum or on center stage. She softly looks into my eyes and says, "I'm
happy I pleased you, Sir!
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