During the Vietnamese war, my ancestors would interrogate POWs by dripping molten hot wax over their enemies' bodies. Prisoners were left to smolder, bake and harden for hours until they were completely and helplessly encased. From there, full surrender was mere moments away.

I approach my hot wax scenes with no less intensity, as I cover every inch of my pet's fully exposed and vulnerable body. Such a simple procedure, but such immediate and positive results in breaking down my slave. Drip...Drip...Drip. Each droplet of red hot bees wax scalds the intended target, whether it be th... Show more