**Candlelight Delight is an erotic D/s tale depicting scenes of waxplay and mild knife play. Read at your own risk
Arriving home after a long day at work, I find a plain white envelope taped to the outside of my front door. Removing it with a flourish, I unlock the bolt, step into the air-conditioned entryway and take a deep breath. While tossing my keys into the tray on the side table, I slip my feet from my shoes and grab the unmarked envelope. Walking toward the stairs, I tear it open and stop mid-stride as familiar handwriting catches my attention. He’s left me enough little notes for me to know what this is.
Into the bath with you, little girl.
Dropping the note, I race up the stairs toward the master bedroom en-suite. Crossing the threshold, the smell of lavender and vanilla invades my senses. The sound of the running water catches me off guard. Sir is not usually home at this time of day. I look around the small room but find it empty. He’s likely close by though, watching.
Tiptoeing, I make my way to the tub. It’s overflowing with thick, frothy bubbles and looks so inviting. Pulling my shirt from its tucked position in my far too conservative skirt, I take a step back. Unfastening each button, my fingers move swiftly as if they too want to know how the bath feels. Reaching forward, I turn off the water.
Stepping from the skirt, I slip each stocking from my smooth legs, followed by my bra. No panties, Sir’s orders. Holding onto the side of the clawfoot tub, I dip first my big toe, then my whole foot into the water. It’s warm, but not too hot, and the bubbles remind me of smooth silk as they wash over my skin. Sinking back into the tub, I let my eyes close, release a sigh, and exhale the day’s woes and simply revel in the moment.
“Wake up, sleepy head.” I hear Sir’s voice whisper.
My eyes slowly flutter open, taking in the contours of his face. The five o’clock shadow gives him a roguish air that the black suit contradicts. I could look at him all day, watching how the light changes his expression from hard to loving, slightly carefree. Unfortunately, the water is getting cold. Holding out a hand, Sir helps me up and wraps me in a warmed towel. I purr under the caress of his firm hands, drying each limb tenderly.
“Make sure your hair is up tight, no loose pieces, and meet me in the bedroom in five minutes. Don’t be late.” He exclaims, slapping my ass on the way out.
I wrap the towel tighter around me and set to complete his task. Once my hair is set in a perfect chignon, I make my way to the bedroom. The lights are turned low and there have to be at least 50 candles lit throughout the room. They fill the entire space with the warm glow of flickering flames. The effect is stunningly beautiful and creepily eerie at the same time.
“Come, stand in front of me, legs shoulder-width apart.”
I walk over to Sir and stand where he’s indicated. He holds up a wireless bullet vibrator and using two fingers separates my flesh and slowly pushes the toy inside. Pulling out a small remote, he turns it to the lowest setting. The hum is noticeable, but mild.
Keeping his focus firmly on my face, Sir pours some oil into his hands. Rubbing them together to thoroughly coat both, he runs them over my shoulders and down my arms as the smell of coconut floods my senses. His hands roam lower, massaging my breasts, lifting them and holding their weight. Moving tortuously slow, the hands descend to my stomach, spreading out to cover its entirety.
Directing me with a little spin of his finger, I turn. His palms start against my shoulders, moving slowly to rub the fragrant oil into my back and buttocks. Once satisfied, Sir kneels behind me and ensures each leg is covered in slick oil. All the while the vibrator continues its dance inside me.
“Up on the bed.”
Moving gingerly, my thighs sliding together effortlessly, I position myself on the towel adorned bed, laying back. Sir comes into view and covers my eyes with a black blindfold. The silence meets the darkness and I take a deep breath to cover my nerves. Sir’s hands slowly make their way from the side of my face down to my stomach and lower to my vulva. I hear the oil lid snap open once more and then Sir’s hands are on me. He spreads my lips, pressing a finger to each side of my folds, adding to my accumulating moisture. I let out a moan and am rewarded with a flick to my clit. Then another. He continues until I’m whimpering. Knowing he won’t let me come so easily, I don’t bother asking. I simply take another deep breath.
Knowing my signs as well as he does, Sir knows I’m close and stops. I let out a groan of frustration. Slapping my hip firmly, yet gently, he says, “on your front.”
With the little bullet humming away inside me, I roll over and his hands grab a handful of my buttocks. Plumping it and pinching, giving each cheek a gentle slap before continuing to rub the oil into my relaxed form. Firm strokes relieve the remaining stiffness from my limbs. Enjoying the attention, I start to drift off again, savoring the loosening of the knots in my back. The gentleness of his hands becomes a firmer caress, his fingertips pulling and prodding my skin. My nerve ending come alive with each pinch. With no warning, he turns the vibrator to a higher speed.
“Can’t have you falling asleep now, can I? Not very good for the ego.”
“Sorry, Sir. It just feels so good.”
“Let’s see what we can do to keep you awake, then.”
The sensation starts as warmth but quickly becomes hot, too hot. Heat pools at the small of my back. I let out what I can only describe as a squeak, but the heat fades as fast as it came. I sigh once again as the sensation subsides. Starting at the base of my neck, the intense heat begins anew and then increases as liquid wax flows down the hollow of my spine. As the candle is moved the heat lessens, leaving behind a slowly solidifying stripe.
Sir continues this motion until I can feel that my entire back is coated in wax, the layers becoming a thick crust. Moving to my legs, Sir trails a line down each, taking his time to allow the ribbons to dry completely. Once the crust has overtaken my backside, Sir has me roll over.
Removing the blindfold, Sir kisses my lips gently, adoringly. Standing, he raises a pillar candle far above my belly and watches as I watch the stream of hot wax descend to meet my fluttering tummy. The wax connects but has lost all its sting with the descent. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and take another, quicker breath as the wax flows again. Closer this time. The heat is much more discernible with the proximity.
I watch as Sir moves his hand back and forth across the expanse of my chest, stomach, and thighs, leaving behind a coating of wax with each swipe. First red, then white, followed by black. The wax caking and layering to keep me immobile. Spreading my legs slightly, as to not crack the wax sealing me in, Sir grabs another candle. This one smaller and encased in tin.
“Take a deep breath, little girl,” Sir says, bringing the candle just about my mons. “This will be warm.”
Without allowing me to fully take the breath, Sir drops the thick potion onto my clit. It rolls down my slit and through my folds. The heat is almost unbearable. I let out a strangled cry, but Sir’s fingers descend upon my nub, rolling it gently between his forefinger and thumb. This is not wax, not the way I thought. It’s massage oil and aids in the torture of my engorged sweet spot. The pressure on each side of my cunt strengthens the sensations of the vibrator inside me. The mixture is delicious and I let out a long drawn-out moan. Relinquishing my nub unceremoniously, Sir stands again and grabs a black pillar candle.
“This will be a little more intense little girl. No rubbing this burn out. Ready?”
I nod my head quickly, but before I can even take a breath, the wax is pouring over my mons and engorged lips. Filling the spaces between and running down to meet my anus. The heat is sharp but intoxicating, fading quickly. My breathing increases and sounds choppy and scattered to my own ears. Again Sir pours the wax, filling any empty spaces left behind.
“Good girl, you handled that well. That will be the worst, for now.” The vibrations increase again, leaving me slightly shaky. I’m not sure how much more I can handle until I come. Coming without permission will not end well.
Sir replaces the black and removes a red and white. Standing with his hands spaced above my breasts, he looks me in the eye and drizzles the fiery liquid. Each rivulet dropping onto a peak. The wax splashes as it hits my budded nipples, slowly dripping to pool on either side of me, drying and solidifying as it falls.
Once I’m caked in the hardened substance, Sir comes to stand beside me and I notice the knife in his hand. I stiffen at the sight. We’ve spoken of edge play but have not engaged in it. The sight of the knife sets me on edge, but I trust him and I know he won’t hurt me. Keeping that thought firmly in my head, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Letting it out quickly and take another to calm myself before opening them.
“That was a wonderful, little girl. Watching you tame your fear and submitting to my will is so beautiful. Still okay?”
I nod my head, and he lifts the knife so I can see it. “This is to remove the wax, nothing more. But I need you to stay perfectly still. No matter if it tickles, if it feels too close or like it’s biting, I need you to stay still. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s continue.”
Holding the knife lengthways, Sir presses it to my stomach. The length of the blade pushing into me in a long line. The temperature contradicts the heat of my skin and my breath stalls halfway in. Letting pressure off the blade, he pulls the razor-sharp edge slowly over my skin. The wax comes up in curls that remind me of chocolate swirls or ice cream being scooped. The layers of wax look mesmerizing as the colors blend to create pieces of art. Once most of the wax is removed from my torso, he moves onto my legs, repeating the pulling and pushing, shaving the last remnants away.
When just my tits and pussy remain to be cleared, Sir takes a breath and a few pictures. The effect is gorgeous. My skin is red from the heat of the wax and the friction of the blade. I’m wearing a wax bikini. Small splotches of wax left behind mar the perfect symmetry and give the whole look a graffiti effect.
“Okay, little girl, I’m going to remove the rest of the wax and then you’re going to roll over again. I still need to remove the wax from your backside.”
Without waiting for an answer, Sir grasps one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Raising the knife to my areola, he slowly slides the knife along my breast. The wax comes away in long strips, air cooling my flesh in the knifes wake. The sensation is exquisite and adds to the growing arousal building deep inside me.
Once my breasts are free from their wax cage, Sir stands at the foot of the bed, looking up at me. “Okay, last part.”
Sliding his hand up the length of my leg, Sir grips my ankle and pulls my legs open, draping my foot over the edge of the bed. He repeats the movement on the other side, leaving me open and bare, except for the wax. I can feel the wax pulling my skin where it has sealed the cracks, my pussy lips encased in a thick layer. Fumbling in his pocket, the vibrator turns to a higher speed. I take a deep breath in my attempt to hold down the impending orgasm.
“No coming, little girl. I’d hate to punish you after all this glorious fun.”
Using the tip of the knife, Sir slides it under the seal at the top of my mound, cracking the wax in a display of shattered fragments. Pulling my labia tight with one hand, he draws the knife from my slit to the apex of my thigh, removing the wax in quick strokes. The blade feels cool against my sensitive nether region, but I’m too focused on the sharpness of the blade next to my delicate flesh. Repeating the motion on the other side, Sir takes his time removing the clinging paraffin.
As the wax is removed from my pussy, the sound of the vibrator becomes louder, the vibrations visible as the intensity increases. My entire body is shaking in my attempt to keep myself from exploding. Touching a single finger to my clit, Sir moves it in tight circles. Watching my expression, he continues his ministrations, bringing me to the edge then stopping completely. I let out a loud groan of frustration as the vibrations cease as well.
“Thought I’d make it easy for you, did you? Not today, little girl. Up on your elbows and knees.”
Quickly, I get up and flip over. After stabilizing myself, I separate my legs slightly, as Sir has so often instructed. Standing behind me, I feel Sir pull the bullet out, but it’s quickly replaced by something larger and longer. Slowly he pumps the new implement into me, filling and stretching my aroused flesh. Once seated fully, a new vibration starts. This one deeper and stronger. With being so full, I know I will not last long.
“You just need to get through a couple more minutes, then I’ll let you come. But first, you need to stay still and be a good girl. Oh, and do not let this dildo fall. If it hits the table, you will not come, but your ass will become a delicious shade of red. Up to you. Which will it be?”
“I’ll be good, Sir, and keep it in. Please, I want to come.”
“I bet you do. Soon you will.”
Turning the vibrations up yet again, Sir begins to once more remove the wax using the knife. The feeling is more relaxing now that I know how it will feel. When he reaches my ass, the blade pulls effortlessly across my globes. The knife descends to my center and I flinch. The added sensation is going to push me over the edge. I feel the dildo slide out from the movement. I shift my body, trying to keep it in place, but it’s no use. The initial movement started pushing it out. It’s too big for me to hold it for very long.
“I see that dildo sliding out of your gorgeous pussy, little girl. Do you need some help?”
“Yes, Sir, please,” I reply, frustration laced in my voice.
“Go ahead, push it back in, then fuck yourself with it.”
I let out a moan, knowing or hoping he’s going to let me come.
“But before you start, rollover, I want to watch.”
I do as I’m bid in record time, opening my legs as wide as I can. Gripping the dildo, I push it into myself with long, hard strokes. Within seconds I’m moaning, and I know if he doesn’t give me the words soon, I’m going to receive a punishment.
“Sir, I need to come, please.”
“Not yet, greedy girl, not until I say.”
I hear a zipper and look over to see Sir pulling his hard cock from his pants. The sight is glorious. His hand caresses his rigid length in long strokes. The bulbous head disappearing behind his hand, only to reappear. Pre-cum has formed at the head and I know he’s as close as I am. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. Sir is watching my every move and lets a moan escape as my tongue slips out.
I continue pumping myself full with the dildo. My teeth are clenched, and sweat is pooling in the base of my throat and belly button. Sir comes to stand beside me, placing his pre-moistened cock next to my mouth. I greedily open my lips and he slides in letting out a long groan as he does. Replacing my hand with his on the dildo, he continues to fuck me as he slides in and out of my mouth. I’m moaning and tears are spilling from my eyes. My whole body is strung tight like a wire.
Suddenly he jerks and breaths, “I’m coming, swallow it all. Take it.”
I swallow each stream as it coats the back of my throat. Still fucking me with the dildo, Sir pulls his softening cock from my mouth and pulls my clit between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling, making me cry out. Removing the dildo from my wet heat, he continues to rub my nub. I let out a frustrated groan and tears fill my eyes.
“Okay, little girl, I’m going to let you come, but not until I say.”
I nod my head frantically. Sir latches onto my clit with his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and nibbling almost painfully. The motion forces my hips to buck off the bed. In one quick thrust, the dildo is fully seated inside me again. Flicking his tongue one, two, three times, Sir looks up and me, removing the dildo from my slit, and his mouth my button and says, “come.”
And I do. I lose the ability to see. His face comes in and out of focus as wave after wave of paralyzing euphoria overtakes me. I come for what seems like hours, but I know that’s impossible. Once the last tremors have subsided, and the convulsions have become a slight tremor, Sir bundles me in his arms and whispers, “good girl.”
