It is time to turn the heat up in this pleasure parlor. The romantic candles lighting our chamber will be a perfect addition to our evening's menu. Surely our blindfolded slave can smell what is coming, yet he gasps when I yank his head back by a full hand of hair to align him better for his hot wax treatment.

Miss Nicci and I are thrilled to pain red passionate striped down his pale torso. We watch the streams of red pooling down his abdomen, scalding the tender flesh of his groins as our droplets draw nearer. Soon we move on to candle sticks. Dot by dot we elicit cries of abandon...

It is time to turn the heat up in this pleasure parlor. The romantic candles lighting our chamber will be a perfect addition to our evening's menu. Surely our blindfolded slave can smell what is coming, yet he gasps when I yank his head back by a full hand of hair to align him better for his hot wax treatment.

Miss Nicci and I are thrilled to pain red passionate striped down his pale torso. We watch the streams of red pooling down his abdomen, scalding the tender flesh of his groins as our droplets draw nearer. Soon we move on to candle sticks. Dot by dot we elicit cries of abandon from our play thing as he struggles to keep his composure under the hot wax kissing his skin. We want to mark him for safe keeping, and to instill our dominance over him. he knows who he belongs to.