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Tea Lights and Tinker Bells

The bells were so perfect I flushed when I saw them. A little cluster of assorted sized silver tinker bells dangling merrily on the end of a tweezer styled nipple clamp. A lightweight string of metal balls connected the two, forming an innocent looking leash that I later learned wasn't quite so innocent as it seemed. I have always loved the delicate look of slave bells; they made me feel precious, like a piece of exotic jewelry. I couldn't wait to feel them against my flesh.

I had been worried that we wouldn't end up doing the wax scene we had planned...I was really looking forward to it more than anything else I had planned for the weekend. Lady showed me the taper candles at the start of the weekend and I was relieved, yet a little nervous. I've never been waxed before but had heard a few horror stories of too hot wax and scars. I trusted her though, and the nervousness was more so from the thrill of an unknown sensation than anything.

We walked into the bedroom together. Lady pulled the sheets and blankets off the bed, and I knew she was ready for the scene. I laid out the sheet I had brought with and Lady ordered me to get a bucket of ice. I took a deep breath, hands shaking slightly as I got the bucket and went out in the hall to the ice machine. I returned to the bedroom and set the ice on the bedside table, turning to see Lady holding out a tiny purple gelled tealight candle. She smiled at me, handing me the box of the rest of them to unwrap. I bit my lip and flopped down on the bed on my stomach, my heart hammering in my chest as I unwrapped a dozen of the heart shaped candles. Ladyheart took them as I unwrapped them, lighting them and setting them around the room, lighting another dozen mock candy-heart floating candles in the hallway sink, and shutting off the lights.

The room shone with a flickering warm glow and my body relaxed as the mood embraced me. Lady told me to remove my clothes, and my good old fear of nudity reared its ugly head for a split second. I took a deep breath and slowly slid out of my pants and shirt, my bra and panties following quickly until I stood naked in front of her, my arms folded across my breasts and my heart still drumming out a nerve-wracked solo in my chest. I was sure she could hear it.

She directed me to lay out on the bed faceup and I complied, laying out nearly spread eagle and locking my hands above my head. I wished I had been wearing my cuffs, for some reason I craved the security of them wrapped around my wrists, perhaps as a distraction for how nervous I felt. It was so important to me that the scene was enjoyable for Lady that I was nearly frantic with what ifs. What if my body was a turnoff? What if I couldn't handle the wax and had to ruin the scene by asking her to stop? What if she didn't enjoy herself or didn't want me as hers? It was still hard for me to believe that someone wanted me, enjoyed giving me sensations and playing with me and savoring my reactions. I kept waiting for something to show me that it was all in my head, that all these wonderful feelings I felt when I was with Lady were just one-sided.

I closed my eyes, too scared to keep them open, afraid of seeing some sort of disappointment or boredom in my Domme's face. I hated this part of scenes, the part where I have to constantly attempt to convince myself that I'm not being a burden, that the other person is enjoying this as much as I am. It fades fast, but the strength of it when it is there is so gripping it physically hurts sometimes.

Lady ran her hands lightly up my legs, and I instinctively spread them open, exposing myself to her. I flushed a little at this reaction, the confidence-shattering panic waning only to be replaced by a budding arousal. I loved Lady's touch, her fingers were always so warm, so confident...there was never a hesitation to her touch that I could feel, and it was exactly what I needed to reassure myself of our relationship, of her desire to be with me as much as I wanted to be with her.

She dragged her hands all over my body, pinching my nipples between her nails and drawings gasps from my lips, dipping a finger lightly over the smooth mound of my pussy, causing me to shudder with desire and lift my hips longingly into the teasing touch. I whimpered softy in disappointment when she ceased and moved away, not wanting the petting to stop, my mind not quite realizing that the pause meant she was lighting the first candle until the flickering light of the flame seeped through my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes briefly and saw the candle tipped high above my chest, the flame licking the wick and the tip of the slender candle shiny with nearly-melted wax. I swallowed and closed my eyes again, my body tense as I waited for that drop to fall, so focused on waiting for it that I nearly missed it when it finally landed.

The drop landed somewhere below my breasts, a sharp hot pinprick of pain with an intensity much hotter and exquisite than I had expected. I gasped and squirmed, tightening the grip of my laced fingers and tensing my body into a rigid stance, letting out my breath slowly. It was wonderful, completely different than I had expected, but no less erotic. Lady slowly moved the candle over my body, letting the wax droplets land all over my breasts and stomach. Some drops hovered on the edge of my flesh before sliding down my side, leaving molten paths of wax in their wake that made me squirm and whimper. I started floating, my mind drifting so far that sometimes it took me a moment to process the sensation of a droplet landing, and a few didn't even process at all until they mixed in with the next one, the intensity of it so overwhelming it rushed straight through my skin and made my nipples and pussy ache with the arousal of it all.

I was floating so deeply that the sudden motion of the new egg I had bought startled me, a jarred vibration that seemed so loud and almost obnoxious after the peacefulness of the waxing. I was so hungry for the feel of it that the annoyance was quickly replaced with need, and I spread my legs wider, my panted breathes merging into low moans as Lady settled the cold metal of the egg against the hot lips of my pussy. The vibrations sank through my skin, teasing at the throbbing bud of my clit and I groaned as Lady pressed the egg down between that delicate barrier of my lips, the egg pulsing against my already fine-tuned arousal. I tensed my muscles and squirmed, already so turned on from her touches that the fleeting glance of the egg nearly sent me into a climax. I wasn't ready to come just yet, I needed to tease it and draw it out as long as possible. Lady seemed to know just as I was about to lose it, and moved the egg down, pressing it firmly into my pussy and setting it to a medium pulsing that tore through my body in ripples of pleasure. I was shaking by now, the desperation of wanting to climax making me crazy.

I felt her settle back beside me on the bed, and suddenly the chilled wet surface of an ice cube slid down the hot surface of my lips, Lady's fingers pressing it to nestle right on top of my clit. I shivered and moaned, the heat of my arousal melting the ice and sending it trickling down my legs. Lady left me writhing there on the bed for a moment, I was too far gone to even wonder where she had gone until I felt the cold hard chill of a blade press against my flesh. I immediately recognized it from a previous scene we had done with a similar blade, and I started trembling as she gently ran the blade along the curve of my breasts and down my tummy. It was such an exotic feeling, the blade tip scratching lightly against skin, bits of wax flaking off with the drag of the blade. The steel was colder than ice, so cold it felt white hot, sending shivers completely through me.

The rest of the scene was such a blur of sensations. I was floating deeper in subspace, savoring every touch, every pinch of my nipples, every drop of wax. The egg pulsed and vibrated continuously in my pussy, keeping my arousal constantly on edge. Lady picked up the candles again, moving her canvas down to my thighs and mound. Each drop of wax had me shuddering with desire, but I kept teasing myself, not letting the climax go, not just yet. Lines of wax pooled between my thighs, the heat throbbing for a moment before hardening into cool milky puddles.

Lady slipped her fingers between my thighs, parting my lips and finding my throbbing clit with an expertise that surprised me. She seemed to know exactly where and how to touch me, and teased me good for awhile, building the climax so well I didn't want it to end. I wondered fleetingly if I needed to ask permission to come, but I suddenly lost control, the orgasm taking over and leaving me panting and grasping the bedsheets in my palms, whimpered moans of pleasure mixed in with my frantic breaths. I collapsed back on the bed with my eyes closed suddenly exhausted and my mind blank; a nice change from the whirl of emotions and worries that had been filling it thus far. I had never had such an intense orgasm at the touch of another without my own interference, and that fact left me lost in a very content afterglow.

Lady continued to run her hands over my body, peeling pools of wax off my skin, her fingers occasionally pinching my nipples into a grip that made me squeal and open my eyes, gazing at her pleadingly but loving every minute of it. We lay there for awhile, her cuddling me close until my shaking and trembling subsided. Lady found the bells and pinched them firmly onto my hardened nipples, tugging the chain with an evil smile on her face, telling me to wear a button down shirt and no bra...she wanted me to show off the bells to the rest of the group. I blushed and smiled, feeling warmly submissive and secure by the subtle display of ownership. I liked showing off for her, loved the feeling of belonging to her and letting everyone know it.

The scene was wonderful on so many levels. The closeness I felt towards Lady, the step towards overcoming my fear of nudity with such ease, the new sensations of the wax and the blade, and the incredible eroticism of the orgasm. It cemented my bond with her on a level that I needed more than anything right then, and the memories of that scene will bring a smile to my face for a long time to come.

As will the sight of tea lights and tinker bells.