Wax

She prepares according to his instruction

First she arranges the room. The table is to be central. The chairs arranged around the room. She moves the old Victorian throne chairs and the chaise lounge against the back wall. The blinds are closed, the fire lit, the mantelpiece, piano and side tables cleared of everything except candles. There must be enough candles to create a good light. All around the room, on the piano, the mantelpiece, the windowsills and side tables. She is to cover the table with a blanket and then with an old white sheet. On the table she is to leave two lengths of hemp. She has small nightlights, larger votives and tall pillar candles which are to be arranged. She is to light only one scented candle and place it centrally on the mantelpiece but it is to burn for an hour or so before he arrives.

Then she bathes and prepares herself. She scrubs her skin smooth, washes her hair and removes every trace of makeup. To the naked child that emerges from the bath she applies scented oils to her arms, neck, breasts and legs so that they are soft and moist. She makes her face up carefully. If you looked you would wonder whether there was any make up or not. Apart from her lips which she paints with a deep plum stain. She puts on a black silk robe, lace top hold-ups and heeled shoes. She ties a black ribbon around her neck with a small diamond cluster that sits on her throat.

At the appointed time she lights all the remaining candles and sits at the piano to play. A Chopin waltz. You would know it. He has keys and he will come when he chooses. She must play until he instructs her to stop.

She is wet with anticipation. She tries to keep her focus on the music. It should be perfect and yet she knows it never will be no matter how much she practises and how much she despairs. She thinks of him, imagines what he will do, aches for his touch.

She hears the door and wants to stop playing and run to him. But her instruction is to stay with her back to the entrance, facing the piano and no matter what she hears to continue playing. She hears footsteps. She knows his tread and has a momentary feeling of reassurance when she hears him on the stairs. And then she realises that he is not alone.

There is a lighter sharper step behind him – heels – she knows the sound well from her own. And then a third sound – another masculine, heavy tread. In the silence of her music she hears no voices, just their feet on the stairs and now in the hall. Now just him again. She wants to look but her instruction is to continue to play until he tells her otherwise. She feels his breath on her neck, his hands on her breasts. He bites and she stops.

‘Bad girl, you know I will have to punish you now’

He pulls her head back sharply by her hair and blindfolds her.

‘Stand and I will guide you’

As instructed she stands and feels her robe being removed.

Now she hears his companions coming closer. Two pairs of hands on her. They touch her breasts, they feel her neck, they work their way down her back and finger her arse.

She knows his touch. He guides her to the table and gently helps her onto it. She is turned onto her back so that her breasts and cunt are naked and exposed. Now his companions return and this time she feels warm oils being massaged into her body. Her shoes are removed. Her stockings rolled down and she feels them massaging her feet, her ankles, the insides of her thighs. She knows she is aroused. His hand is now holding her cunt, feeling into the dampness while more oil is rubbed onto her breasts and stomach.

He turns her and grasps her hands. She feels the rope around her wrists. Her hands are tied over her head so that they fall off the edge of the table. Her chin and lips pushed into the sheet.

‘Spread your legs wide’

She feels the rope around the back of her knees pinioning her face down and legs apart to the table.

Now more hands, more oil, more touching. Gentle kisses on the back of her neck, warm oil poured into the curve of her spine. She aches. She wants him. She feels his fingers once again in her arse and cunt…she knows she is open and moist for him. She wants to cum. She hovers on the edge feeling her lips and cunt engorged. She tries not to tremble.

And then everything stops.

Inside her there is a scream. An agonising scream. Instead of sound what is released is silence.

Nothing.

She knows they are looking at her. She knows he is there. She knows if she questions now they will go and leave her unfulfilled.

Suddenly her head is pulled back and she can smell wax burning. She can feel the heat on her face. He lets her head back down. She feels the molten wax burning onto her back. Slow drops of wax dropping onto her. First it burns a little, hurts a little so that she tenses and moistens. Then wax on wax she feels herself encased. She lies very still. The wax pools into her back and small rivulets trace down her waist. She feels it reaching just to the start of her arse. His hands now holding her buttocks still while he anoints her, marks her and lets the molten was mould the image of her back.

It has stopped. She is once again left to reflect for a moment but daren’t move. Her instruction is to stay perfectly still.

Now the hands are touching her again, tormenting every area of skin that has not been encased in wax. She drifts into nothingness, feels herself floating as her neck, her arms and her shoulders are touched lightly…not his touch, surely that of a woman. And without warning she hears the cane and feels it across her arse. Three short, light strokes.

‘Your punishment’

Now the rustling of people departing. She hears the door slam and panics for a moment thinking he has left her there.

His footsteps on the stairs.

‘You are mine now to disrobe and enjoy’

She feels the wax being pulled carefully away from her back. Where it has gone her skin glows raw and stings at the feeling of fresh air. She can feel the welts of the caning on her arse, a contrasting pain. Her legs are released, her wrists unbound. He shows her the mould he has created of her back. The mirror of the image he can see but she can never accurately visualise.

He takes her, holds her, fucks her till they fall asleep wrapped in each other as the wax was wrapped around her.