I stood there. Holding lit candles and a glass full of ice. Waiting for him.
As he got to his place. I told him to undress. He lay on the bed. On his back. His hands stretched above his head. There is no need to tie them up . he is obedient enough.
The dance is about to start. The candle light is jittering from excitement...
I look deep in his expecting eyes as i pour the first drop on his skin. His eyes widen with pain and i hurry to pet his skin with ice. I leave a block on his chest and one under his throbing penis. He filinches but i do not pay attention. The dance has begin and i am caught in the midst.
Each hand is waving a profficient wand leaving patterns and colours on the skin. His screams bouncing from wall to wall. The pace fastens. I am totally fully invested. So is he.feeling each drop of candle wax scorching his skin. And the ice cubes dancing with his every moevent. And oh does he move...his hands are obediently above his head. His groin moves upwards from the painm bringing the naked skin closer to the flame..
This is a long dance and i feel him slipping into subspace. Silent falls and the dance fastens. And i am no longer me.i am the flame the ice the pain. I am everthing and everytime.
The screams start again. The dance is far from over. His pelvis is thrusted upwards and distorted from the pain.
In oneinstant the flam of one of my candles is snuffed by the tip of the penis.
The pain is total. Most of the candles are hardened on the skin and the cubes i so skillfully used on his skin are but puddles. It is time.
Histhrobing penis yeilds to my will. The candles are still in my hand as i take his hardened penis and rub it as hard as i can.
Before long he explodes in my hand. And we both collapse into eachother....