ice cold drop

There is a moment that I cannot forget.

There is a moment that I cannot replicate.

I was tied by ropes, suspended from the ceiling.

My body wasn’t mine. Could be only moved by the dom when he touched me. When he swung me around.

There were pains from the ropes and my weight….but strangely feeling calm that I cannot move.

First low temperature wax was poured on to my skin.

Nipples, between my fingers, toes and of course. The clit.

I was used to low temp waxes. No moaning or scream from me.

The sensation that it gave me was making my skin more sensitive. I can feel every drop. I closed my eyes and tried to feel the ‘air’. Where is the dom standing? Where is he moving? Where is he aiming next?

Then the crop.

Swatting off waxes from my skin.

My skin getting more sensitive.

His palm touching my skins. His fingers touching me. His nail scraping off waxes.

Wanting more. Wanting him. Wanting him now.

His fingers below my chin. He raised my face but I kept my eyes closed.

Did I hear his sigh?

A sound of lighter being ignited.

Uh. Wax again….I thought.

A drop.

Uhhhh. I was clenching my teeth. No scream. No moaning. This was the game.

It was a high temperature wax.

It was too much for my sensitive skin. Not after the previous wax and whipping.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. But…I was wanting more and more.

How was he looking at me? Smiling or..upset?

I did not have courage to open my eyes.

I take a deep breath.

Burning smell.

Another drop…..

My whole skin felt like it was bursting with sensation….almost coming.

It was not hot.

It was no warm.

The drop felt like……..a drop of ice was dropped on my skin.

I open the eyes in surprise. Did he use an ice cube to touch me?

No. He still only had a candle in his hand. He looked surprised that I opened my eyes.

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I’ve never experienced the sensation like this before or after. Only once. I don’t think I can replicate it, but I hope that there is a dom that will teach me new sensation, a new sense that I have never experienced through BDSM.

I close my eyes and pray that I will meet someone.

I close my eyes and pray that I can feel something that I have never experienced. A pleasure. A pain. A burst of sensation. My whole skin wanting the dom. My whole skin wanting his attention. My whole body wanting him inside.