Waxplay has turned into one of those things that hits me on multiple levels at once. There is the physical sensation, the mental anticipation, and then the way Annie uses it to completely mess with my head. It is simple in concept, but the execution makes it something else entirely.
She knows exactly where I am most sensitive, and she absolutely takes advantage of that. My nipples are always high on her list. She will hover the candle just long enough for me to tense up, then let a drip fall right where I am already on edge. The heat makes me gasp every time, not because it is unbearable, but because it is just intense enough to force a reaction.
And then there is my groin.
She loves watching my body betray me. A drop of warm wax lands there and I cannot help it. I jump. Every single time. And what really gets her going is what happens next. My body responds. Arousal kicks in, and suddenly there is more surface area for her to work with. She notices immediately. She always does.
That is when she smiles and keeps going.
It is kind of messed up, honestly. The more discomfort she causes, the more turned on my body becomes. She will comment on it, tease me about it, point out how predictable I am. And the whole time, she controls the pace. A pause. Another drip. A slow build. The warmth spreads, cools, hardens, and I am left hyper-aware of every sensation.
She only uses proper waxplay candles, so the heat is controlled, but that does not make it any less effective. The wax leaves patterns behind, almost decorative, like she has marked me. It looks intentional, like art made out of my reactions.
Of course, it makes a mess. Wax ends up everywhere. On me, on the sheets, sometimes on the floor. But even that becomes part of the experience. Sometimes she makes me stay still while it cools. Other times, removing it becomes another layer of control, slow and deliberate.
What I love most is how focused it all feels. Waxplay forces me to stay present. I cannot rush it. I cannot think about anything else. Every drip pulls me deeper into submission, reminding me that my body reacts exactly how she wants it to.
It is uncomfortable. It is arousing. It is beautiful in a strange way. And it works on me every single time.
oh yeah, i absolutely love waxplay. especially because with sensory deprivation you can feel like she’s inflicting serious burns on you, that adrenaline rush of fear – oh it’s been awhile. i think i know what to ask Madam for my next reward!