Everytime I am about to write about some kinky stuff, I would go search my history and see whether I have already written about them. Here’s a fun fact about kink, everything feels different when done with different people. I definitely had done wax play before but not with Oliver before. Playing with hot candle wax might be one of the first things that came to my mind while I used to think about kink. I’m talking about the time when I haven’t done anything yet. But in practise, I do it rarely. Because wax is annoying to deal with when it gets everywhere.
But here we are, I got myself two large candles, one white and one pink and Oliver lighted them already at the beginning of the session so he got tons of ammo when it was time to use them. He tied me up, my wrists and legs together and I was lying on the floor on my back. I kinda remember there being a giant anal hook up my ass too. Although I knew the hot wax was coming, I still managed to be surprised when he started. And I really should have seen this coming… everything kinky Oliver sets out to try, he would always add an extra layer of sadism on them. He doesn’t really hold back or start gently. I guess it can be seen as him trusting me excessively and also how much I can take. I’ve only seen wax play in shibari shows, and they usually do just a few drops at a time with pauses in between. Oliver more like poured the wax on my torso, near my pussy and on my legs, like he was pouring hot oil onto a steak on a pan. And there were no pauses really, except when he changed candle after he exhausted the first one in record time. The pace was relentless and I screamed for him to go slowly and he kinda ‘agreed’ but it surely didn’t feel like he actually slowed down. XD Whenever the hot wax hit sensitive spots on my body like the sides of my torso, my breasts, my pussy, or the underneath of my arms, the pain was almost unbearable. The wax felt like red hot needles poking me all over and I went into panic mode again, the second time in the same session (first was with the coconut rope).
My skin felt raw and sensitive and the wax covering my body dried up quickly and became hard. I felt like I was cocooned in a shell and every little movement I made felt like I was stretching my skin to the extreme, second from cracking. And of course, I was made to move quite a bit and pieces of wax peeled from my skin and I felt like I was a snake shedding my skin.
I liked wax play with Oliver surprisingly lot, just as I adore everything that makes me go into a panic mode. Panic seems to be my new fave fetish and it is constantly hungry for more. Next week, I got a very interesting sexadventure story to tell you guys, something that happened on none other than Valentine’s Day, so stay tuned. Until then, stay kinky! 😉