Flintch

Goosepimples and nipples seem in a contest as they race to their fullest erection,

Moosh's heart is pumping hard and I witness her femoral artery pulsate.

Breathing is slow and deep, teeth clenched on rope, the very rope that binds her.

Muslin masking her twitching eyes, do they desperately stare in fear,

are her eyes dilated and full of excitement?

A trace of saliva gathers at the corner of her mouth, below a drop or two of perspiration on upper lip.

Rope bites into thighs and ankle too, knees bent and spread, cunt raised and exposed, open and vulnerable.

But still her teeth clamp down on the rope, determined self imprisonment.

Wetness make its way down over her pink arsehole, tightly closed for the moment and onto the virgin sheet beneath.

Lighting is low and the room is cool, while the West Australian Sun scorches outside.

A moment longer she has to wait, I am not ready to end this exquisite anticipation.

Femoral ripples again, harder and faster, I swear!

I take in the woman who lays infront of me, close enough to feel her rising body heat. Gifting herself to my whim as my nostrils register her unique perfume.

My eyes pick up the fine hair that stands on her lower belly, ending abruptly, exfoliating wax has done its thing just a few hours earlier.

She moves, just slightly. Is she uncomfortable? Most probably, is she impatient? Most definitely, Is she ready? undoubtedly!

She can wait a little longer.............

As she lies there quivering, I know her senses are heightened, blindfolded, in a silent room nothing to hear but her own heartbeat. The rasp and fizz of the Redhead draws her attention, the blast of light throws a shadow across the waiting array of candles.

The lady's nostrils widen breathing in more air and the sulpha bites into her senses. I cannot tell if she likes the smell or is repulsed by it as she forcefully expels the gas then quickly re-inhales.

No matter. I pick an elegant, dark blue candle from the bundle, ignite the wick and watch the flame grow, burning down the cord to melt wax, Soon there is enough molten wax. I drip the wax into a small pool on the smooth surface of the table and push the candle base firmly into place just as the Redhead flame reaches my fingertips.

How ironic, I smile as I contemplate the pain threshold the lady will push today.

Picking up the candle's twin I ignite the second wick. This wax is for you dear Lady! No words were spoken, but I am sure she got the message.

Her whole body is available, an adventure playground, it has been since the first five minutes on that far off beach. There was a connection immediately, whipped, stroked, kissed, bound , held, cherished and protected, quite an adventure- well we will push those boundaries again now and test the strength of trust, attitude and desire.

Breasts heave and shine in the candlelight, throat ripples as she shallows again. Belly is active too, shifting to the rhythm of her breathing, synchronised with her rising chest.

It is always a dilemma - BDSM and breasts. How to tie them without losing their beauty, shibari or Kinbaku-bi is an art form, not vandalism, gaffa tape can be so harsh and how to pierce the nipples in an enhancing manor?

But the wax is no threat to aesthetics; The first drop misses low and right, as the wax splashes onto her skin the Lady jumps and pulls away, but still the rope is clamped tight between her teeth. The second drop splashes across her nipple and again she flinches, 3-4-5 the candle is still high but the volume of wax retains heat, I give her a little time to compose herself, the wax cools.

The other nipple is for later but I know this one is hot now as the surrounding skin begins to pink up, We need a distraction. She waits and so she should, we both consider where will the next exquisite drop hit? Her cunt is wet and gaping, damned wet, the darkening patch spreading beneath her, she is far too sexual, this is about pleasure, pleasure and pain not penetration. Perhaps we can exploit this situation.

A third candle is lit, carefully positioned close to her breast bone and as the next drop hits her waxed nipple, two drops hit her unexpectedly in the centre of her breasts. Confusion and a new pain level, rather excellent!

The steady drip, drip, drip begins to coat her nipple, now an interesting waxy blue, srrounded in angry pink, while a trail of red wax works it way over the heaving belly onto the pubic mound. Onward over the clitoris and onto her exposed cunt, Moosh flinches, it must be tender!

For the next twenty minutes I play the Bastard, building the pain up gradually yet leaving the one nipple unattended to. The wax has decorated this delightful body, the rope still grasped tight in her teeth. A wax coat covering cunt, belly, thighs, throat and one nipple. I grin to myself, she can't see me, but she knows.

The pain threshold is high and it is time we did something about that, I started to make a double wax trail toward the untouched nipple, slowly enjoying the journey, she knew my target and was still. Silent, expectant and willing. I stopped............I bent forward and breathed gently onto the naked, erect nipple. I put my mouth closer and sucked in cooling air, the tantalising rush playing across this hot nipple. I want this Lady to concentrate hard on the her nipple and the attention it was getting. Focus on it Moosh! I gently touched the tip of my tongue on her. Immediately she pushed up to meet the warm soft, gently, caring attention. Again with the cooling air and tip of the tongue, she was quicker this time and pushed into my lips before I could withdraw.

One more time with the cooling air and when she expected the soft, warm, gentle touch of my tongue once more, I hit her with the wax which had pooled nicely on the candle. The effect was so erotic. Splashing across nipple and skin. Wow, did she jump! How very satisfying. The wax quickly solidified but took a good while to cool. As did I.

One last act, I pooled more wax onto her encased pubic bone building up heat, rivulets of molten wax ran down into her cunt and formed a crazy sexual stalactite from labia to dampened sheet. More and more the wax flowed, now running away toward her belly, it scorched red and blue rivers across her once milky skin, now red and angry.

Give the lady her due, she took everything, sure she flinched but never did she mutter the safe word, never a sound from her lips except the sounds of sexual satisfaction and the occasional long deep breath and unsteady exhalation.

Her reward and a sign of triumph as I stuck what was left of the candle into the wax sticking it hard and fast as a monument of our adventure.