Waxing Eloquent

When I first brought up the possibility of wax, she was a bit hesitant. She wanted to try it, but she was very nervous. We went ahead with the scene anyway. I poured the wax, and a mutual friend of ours massaged her temples and kept her calm. She enjoyed that scene, and volunteered to try it again... and again...and again. And I was more than willing to oblige - after all, what are friends for?

Each time I wax her, I try to come up with something different. I've given her genital pours (including a genital splash where I covered her face with a towel and just tossed the hot wax at her crotch), I've brushed the wax on, I've smeared wax on her with my hands, I've mummified her in wax.

We kept joking that she wouldn't be satisfied until she became a human candle. I didn't mention it to her, but I decided the time was right. I invited her over to play. She mentioned she would bring some candles, I neglected to mention that I had also replaced my stash.

When she arrived, we started lighting candles...four dozen novena candles, fifty votives, and ten container candles. We saved the tapers until it was time to use them. The light from the candles was so bright, we were able to shut off the electric lights.

Of course, it takes time to prime the candles...at least two hours before a good pool of wax develops. There was no point in wasting time, so we played. The four of us that were there that night all switch to some degree. She and I got a lesson in CBT from one of the men, I tormented my partner for a bit while our two guests played together, somehow I wound up bent over the table getting flogged and waxed until I was so deep in subspace I lost track of time.

I pulled myself out of the scene. I needed some time to mentally get ready for the waxing. I wandered over and tested the candles on myself, worked out the order I wanted to use them in. I planned out how I wanted to her to look, where the wax should go...she was about to become my visual and vocal canvas... and I was hoping for a masterpiece. The other three took a small break, then the two men were kind enough to warm her up for me.

I sat back and let the voyeur in me take over. They bent her over the table and worked her over with floggers, clamps, paddles, anything they could get their hands on. They laid her face up on the table and stroked her, pinched her, and 'shocked' her. Somehow, the sight of two grown men shuffling their feet on the rug and reaching out to 'zap' someone worked in that scene.

Finally, I asked her if she was ready. She was. I picked up one of the cooler-burning votives and walked over to her. I held the candle where she could see it. I ran my free hand over her body, watching her reaction as I tipped the candle over various parts without pouring. I finally blew the candle out and poured all the wax onto her crotch. She barely squirmed, but she did let out a soft whimper. I handed the candle off and motioned for another. I pushed her legs further apart and poured again. I dribbled some wax over her stomach, then I pulled out a tabbed wick and set it in her navel. She looked up me wide-eyed. I told her that since she liked wax so much, she was going to get to be a human candle after all. She grinned and settled back.

For the next two and a half hours, I poured wax all over her torso. It was hard to build up the wax around the wick...until I placed a napkin-ring there. At times I would grab a handful of ice and run it all over the wax (I may have hit a few unwaxed areas, but those things happen). Other times I would tease her by not pouring it, but holding it above her and stroking her skin. The hardest part was pouring the wax on her breasts, because then I couldn't nibble anymore. I lit a few fluorescent tapers and added some glow-in-the-dark accents. Throughout it all, I just kept looking at her face... she had such an incredible expression...peaceful, serene, relaxed. Finally, we ran out of wax. I stroked her hair and massaged her temples. I told her we needed the wax to set a bit before we lit her. She just laid there with a half-smile on her face.

I asked my partner if he would do the honors of lighting her up... I wanted to be where I could see her face when she got lit. It was beautiful! One of the guys ran to get a mirror, so she could see for herself that she was really a human candle. The other gentleman started snapping photos (thanks, I really appreciate it!). She just kept staring at her image in the mirror, saying she couldn't believe it.

As she was flaming away, I pulled the wax away from her genitals. The wax had to be almost 2 inches thick in parts, and I wanted to let the skin breathe somewhat. I showed her what I pulled off, commenting that it had to weigh at least a pound and half from there alone. Once the wax was off, I couldn't resist fingering her slightly. She started wriggling, and that tilted the navel candle just enough so that the wax started to run down her belly directly onto her clitoris. And the more she squirmed, the more wax flowed from the wick to that very sensitive spot. I couldn't have done better if I planned it.

I finally blew her out... after all, I didn't want to burn her. I started taking the wax off, and got the two guys to lend a hand. We piled the wax on the table so she could get a good look at what was on her (had to be at least five pounds of wax there). We couldn't help but notice she was slightly aroused by her adventure, so we took turns 'alleviating' some of the tension. Even after we finished peeling wax, stroking skin and playing with those sensitive areas, she still had a big ol' grin. And when she left, she mentioned she couldn't wait for the next waxing.

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