For my birthday Master gave me instructions to buy two giant muffins and birthday candles. There's nothing quite like having to purchase something so innocuous and suspecting Master has planned something different than just blowing out the candles and eating the muffins. I walked through the store, carefully selecting the birthday candles with the nicest colors. A man in the store glanced at me as I picked out the candles and I burned bright red. There is no way he could know, I reassured myself.
I selected a blueberry and a chocolate chip muffin and an assortment of brightly colored candles.
When I got home with the birthday candles and muffins, we lit the candles and Master made me sing happy birthday to myself. I sat there nakedly and watched the candles burning as I nervously sang. Master had never used hot wax on me and I was trying to decide how it would feel. I found out soon enough.
"Lay down baby," he said to me when I was done singing. I love it when he calls me baby. I laid down as he selected a candle. "This is because I love you," he said to me gently.
He held the tiny birthday candle over the top of my breast. I nervously ran my tongue over my lips. He tipped the candle and let the wax drip onto me in tiny red drops. The first drop hit the side of my breast. I yelped involuntarily. "Good girl," he said encouragingly. The candle was small which meant the drops came every 2 to 3 seconds. I closed my eyes, trying to make it easier. The wax droplets hit my breast and each drop felt like a tiny drop of fire. I whimpered with each drop. My breast became splattered with little blood red droplets.
Then he angled the candle so the next wax drop hit the very tip of my nipple. I yelped again. It hurt so much. I ran the tip of my tongue over my top lip again. "good girl." I smiled despite the pain. I so love hearing him say good girl.
He stood me up and attached weights to my nipples. Homemade weights. In this case tiny little cups filled with whiteboard markers and tied to firm clothespins were remarkably effective.
I stood there, naked and wet, my breast smattered with wax droplets, my nipples stretched out painfully. "You may touch yourself," he said. My pussy was dripping.
