Waxing and Waning

You are spread-eagled
On the kitchen table
Your ankles
About 20 inches
Higher than your ass
Tied to the light fixture
(Hope it doesn’t give out…)
I have ready access to
Your beautiful pink pussy
And brown puckered anus.
You are helpless to defend
Your exquisite breasts
(I think you would not defend them if you could).
I am erect,
Hard as a rock,
But will defer
My satisfaction
For a while.
I’ve had trouble
Deciding
How to begin,
So many choices,
But I settle
On the needlepoint ring
With eight attached wicked
Black plastic clips.
This will open your cunt
To my view
And make you
Even more helpless.
I watch as you squirm,
Trying to keep
Your breathing under control.
I know you have briefly
Thought about stopping this,
But the heat and moisture
Between your legs
Betray your true desire
To never end the ritual.
I light a plain white candle
And hold it a hand’s breadth over your belly.
You gasp
As you await the first
Of many
Molten droplets.
I hear a yelp
When the first globule strikes,
Then a sigh
As the heat fades.
Another sharp intake of air
And again
Relaxation.
Within a few minutes
You realize
That I am creating
A line of fire
From your navel
Toward your swollen clit.
The next excruciating drop
Is perhaps
An inch North of that target.
I change gears,
Take a sip of sherry,
Put on a pair of blue vinyl gloves,
Plunge my index finger into the container of lube
And unceremoniously
Insert two fingers into your ass.
Pausing briefly,
I rotate them 90 degrees,
Then order you to “squeeze”
(Now you know why I had you doing Kegels….).
I order you to squeeze/release
Squeeze/release
Squeeze/release
Now three fingers squeeze/release
Squeeze/release
Squeeze/release,
Now four….
Getting a little tight…
Squeeze/release
Squeeze/release
Squeeze/release,
Now the thumb…
Stuck at the knuckles…
Too tight!
Squeeze/release
Squeeze/release
Squeeze/release
Squeeze/release,
Won’t get the fist in this time…
-Good something to look forward to…
The four-inch candle
Topped by a well
Of hot wax-
I pour-
Leaving a line of fire from your left shoulder,
Across your left breast,
Down over the navel
To just above the pubic bone—
Amazingly not touching the labia or clit—
You scream-wanting it to stop
Yet wishing for more…
I oblige
Pouring the next pool
Directly over your inflamed clit.
You scream-
Your breaths
Coming in gasps-
Your chest
Heaving.
I watch…
I bend over and gently
Kiss your lips
Exploring your mouth deeply with my tongue
(My dick gets harder -if that is possible)
The crop
Is in my hand,
I stand
And begin
To slowly
And rhythmically
Beat the wax off of your sensitive skin.
Each stroke brings
Waves of pain
…And a perverse pleasure.
This will go on
For a long while…
We have hours together
Alone.