Dripping Desire: A Journey into Erotic Wax Play

Hi there, I’m Kat. Well, KittyKat when I’m in the mood for a little playtime. Just turned 22, still figuring out this whole adulting thing. You know, paying bills, doing laundry, and, oh yeah, exploring my fantasies.

Imagine this: long, flowing black hair cascading down to my ass. Skinny as a rake, with what I like to call a “not really there” set of tits and ass. But hey, I’ve learned to embrace what I’ve got. And trust me, there’s more to me than meets the eye.

See, I’ve always been the submissive type. There’s just something about relinquishing control, about surrendering to someone else’s desires, that gets me all hot and bothered. Impact play, you ask? Oh, I’m all about it. Whether it’s a firm spank or a sting of the paddle.

Now, here’s the kicker—I am a single pringle so I’ve only ever explored these fantasies on my own. Also, still very much a newbie in the BDSM scene, but I’m eager to learn. There’s a whole world of kinks out there waiting to be explored, and I’m ready to dive in headfirst. After all, life’s too short to be vanilla, am I right?

When I’m not indulging in my submissive fantasies, you can find me doing my day job as a supervisor at a local supermarket, in a small Cornish town. Not the most glamorous gig, but it pays the bills and gives me plenty of time to daydream about my next kinky adventure.

Discovering Punishment South West was a turning point for me. Suddenly, hope flickered to life within me. Could I really explore my desires with Master H? Would he be the one to help me fulfill some of my fantasies? It seemed like an opportunity too tantalizing to pass up.

I bombarded him with so many questions that I half-expected him to punish me just for being annoying when we finally met. I mean, he did punish me, haha, but not for that reason.

He wanted to know exactly what I wanted, how, and even why. That last part stumped the shit out of me. I don’t think he would just accept “because I do.”

Well, maybe I could just play at being bratty, but that wasn’t me. Well, not often anyway.

So yeah, I had to think about the “why” for a while, but for now, let’s focus on the fun stuff: “what” and “how.”

I also forgot to mention, I use various words to describe my body parts. Please don’t be offended if I refer to my cunt as a cunt, or a kitty, or even a fuck hole. I have breasts, but sometimes tits or titties, depending on my mood. My folks always said I was a vulgar child, and I fucking agree with that one hundred percent..

Now, where was I? Oh, fuck, yeah, I hadn’t even started really. So, yeah, I set up a meeting with Master H to do some hot wax play. It was something that I wanted to try properly. I’d experimented a bit on my own, dripping wax on my breasts, but it hurt like hell. I never had the guts to go further alone.

When he knocked on my door, I knew what to expect, but it still intimidated me opening it to find a large old man with a suitcase. Was he going to kill me and stuff me in the case? Haha.

He spoke softly when he introduced himself, but there was an undeniable power in his voice that resonated confidence.

“Is there a reason why you are still fully dressed?” he inquired, the words carrying a subtle but unmistakable authority. It was as if he expected obedience without question, his demeanor leaving little room for negotiation.

I stood quickly, heading towards the bathroom. “Let me go get ready,” I began.

“Stop,” he commanded, halting my movement with his firm tone. “Right here is fine,” he indicated the spot right in front of him.

I stood rooted to the spot, captivated by his commanding tone and confident demeanor. It wasn’t arrogance or condescension that emanated from him; it was a quiet assurance, a subtle assertion of authority that left no room for doubt. In that moment, I realized he knew I would obey him the instant the words left his mouth.

Slowly, and for the first time in ages, I began to undress in front of a man.

With an insolent grin, I began a slow tease, peeling each layer off with deliberate slowness. First, my really tight T-shirt, its fabric dragging across my skin as if reluctant to part ways. Then, my skinny jeans, the button undone with a deliberate flick of my fingers. Standing there in just my panties and socks was exhilarating, I didn’t have a bra to remove, It’s not like I needed one anyway.

So then I slowly started to peel down my panties, inch by inch, as he gestured for me to turn around. I did so, then pushed what was my tiny ass out towards him, as I slid them towards my ankles before stepping out of them.

I had followed Master H’s instructions and made sure I shaved everywhere before tonight’s session, we didn’t want the wax pulling out stray hairs now did we. Haha

I was about to remove my socks when he stopped me with a gesture. “Dim the lights and put on some music that you can dance to,” he told me.

I reached for my phone and quickly scrolled through my playlist, selecting a sultry tune that I knew would set the mood just right. With a smirk, I hit play and let the rhythmic beats fill the room, already feeling the anticipation building in the air.

I started slowly swaying to the beat, as the music filled the room, its pulsating rhythm enveloping me, I let myself get lost in the intoxicating melody. With each sway of my hips, I felt a surge of confidence wash over me, banishing any lingering doubts or insecurities. The cool air caressed my bare skin, heightening the sensations coursing through my body. Dancing naked before someone else was a bold move for me, but in that moment, I felt empowered.

As for Master H, he watched me for a few minutes before opening his case and starting to set up various items on the table: candles, a gas burner, and a collection of vibrators and dildos, some of which looked far too large for me. Amidst his preparations, I remained focused on my dancing, allowing the music to guide my movements and drown out any distractions.

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