I lean into you and kiss you deeply again pressing my hands against your breasts again, and squeezing your nipples. Your kiss deepens and for a moment we are one in that feeling. Then I increase the pressure on your sensitive nipples and you wince from the feeling, not sure you like it but not sure you want me to stop either. What a quandary you are in, finding out that there is some part of you that wants to completely submit to me and another part afraid of what it might say about you. I slowly release my grip on your nipples and glide my hands to your waist. I undo the button at your waist and slide the zipper down. I slowly push on the fabric and instinctively your hips lift from the bed allowing the cloth to slide free from your hips.
I quickly release your right leg and slide the fabric free of your leg and as quickly rehook the binding. Now all that is covering you is the silky fabric of your panties. I slowly kiss my way down your neck to your breasts, pausing on your swollen, sensitive nipples and then continue my slow torturous journey toward your heat. Kissing and licking all the way to the waist band of the silk.
I slide my fingers into the waistband of the silk and push it down. Again, without hesitation your hips lift from the bed allowing me to slide them down. Not wanting to waste any time I tear the hip seems apart and toss them aside. Now completely naked I inspect your beauty again, this time looking at you with a different perspective but still feeling deeply in love. I slide my fingers up your thighs and trace a finger up through your wetness. Noticing the glistening dampness on my finger I bring it to my mouth and lick it. You look on in awe; not sure you liked watching me lick your juice from my fingers that way, but secretly hoping I might do it again for you to watch.
I reach for the one of the candles on the table next to the bed. These are not regular candles, they are specially designed to melt at a lower temperature, but you don't know this, as I hold it above your stomach and turn it slightly watching carefully as a single drip falls. It lands on your stomach and you jump with the burn. It is hot on your skin, but not scorching. Another drop follows the first one landing near the first one, again it is hot, but seems a little less now as the drips start to accumulate on you, you become aware of them but they are not unpleasant. Then slowly I start to work the drips upward between your breasts. You start to wonder what I have in mind; will I drip on your breast, your nipples? I don't give you much time to wonder as I hold the candle over your breast and let the hot wax fall onto your sensitive skin.
As the wax lands on your breasts and nipples coating them with the fragrant wax, you become aware of just how wet your heat has become. Then without warning, a drip, followed by several more, land on your inner thighs and above your clit. Your body reels from the hot wax and the burn. But being bound, you can only move a little bit. Your heat is fully exposed to the dripping running wax, and is overcome with wax and the burn. Your body tells you it hurts, but in your mind, you want more you can't comprehend why your mind and body are in such conflict.
I put aside the candle and let you rest for a few minutes as the wax hardens. As the wax sets up, I start to peel it off you. I notice the redness left from the heated wax and when you are cleaned off sufficiently I lean in and kiss you deeply. Instinctively you try to grab hold of my neck but are unable to because of the bonds. You whimper slightly.
Next I reach for something else. It looks like a cloth sack, only slightly larger than my hand. I bring it toward your body and you decide it is just to clean off the wax better. But then it touches your skin and you instinctively jump at the sensation, your body could not immediately tell you it was hot or cold, but there was a temperature extreme and you jumped. It is a cloth sack filled with ice, cold and wet is the sack, and it is sliding on your body where the wax landed. It feels very cold and you try to get away from the cold, but there are parts of your body that need soothing from the wax assault.
I use the ice cloth on your body in the order I dripped the wax on you, firs the stomach, then up between your breasts, then across both breasts lingering on the nipples, then on down to the thighs and finally letting the icy cloth come into contact with your heat. You can't help but moan loudly as the ice settles onto your clit and the cold burns deeply into your heat. As the cold settles into a burning cold sensation you become immersed in the sensation on your clit trying to gain some relief from it. You start to feel your clit grow numb to the cold; your eyes close tightly and a tear slides down your cheek. You start to pant desperately trying to slip yourself from the burning cold, unaware I have removed it already.
While your clit feels on fire with the cold, I slide into place a clit clip, you barely notice it, but you do notice the nipple clips I place on you. These lovely tight clamps grab your attention...
