Published: 2011. 04. 15. 19:25
i have followed the instructions, now i am here in the basement of a house i have never been before, as instructed.
i am cold as i my dress is very light, considering the location. T-shirt and short skirt, no bra and no underwear, as instructed.
i am kneeling with naked legs on the floor and barefoot, i can feel the floor is irregular concrete. Three steps from the door, as instructed.
in distance i can hear the sound of a bell tolling nine time. i have therefore waited one hour, as instructed.
Thoughts are wandering and images popping, making me wet and warm in the inside, as contrast to the cold outside. i am fantasising, as instructed.
Some of my muscles are in pain, other asleep but all are crying for movement. i am motionless, as instructed.
The bucket of cold water comes as surprise. More than being suddenly wet and even more cold, i wonder how did you got in the basement without me noticing. Where you there all this time, silent ?
"Are you cold ?" his deep and fascinating voice is asking. i nod, only once. i must not nod more than once, or i will be punished.
"i have something that will make you warm", he continues, "but first we have to get rid of the T-shirt". Now that i know he is here with me, i can concentrate on his steps. He moves slowly, but still i feel he is going around. i would like to move my head to follow the steps. But i must not, or i will be punished.
The blade of the scissors is cold, takes me by surprise and i want to scream while is patiently cutting the t-shirt on my back. But i must not, or i will be punished.
He continues with meticulous patience, cutting the short sleeves and the t-shirt fall under its own weight. While it goes down, it tickles my nipples and i want to chuckle. No sound must come out of my mouth, or i will be punished.
He is now back in front and i hear a match getting lighted, i smell the sulphur. "Patience, you will soon be warm again". I am afraid, i can think of hundreds of possibilities. Many of them excite me even more. But I must not show it, or i will be punished.
He lighted a candle, i can feel the warmth coming from the flame while it is getting close to my nipples. Every cell of my body wants to steal the energy coming from the flame, i do not care about the consequences of being too close to that source of heat. But i have to remain motionless, or i will be punished.
The first drop of wax does not come completely unexpected, on the left breast, right above the nipple. i was waiting for it, and it feels good and bad at the same time. It is for His pleasure.
Drops are now coming, more and more frequently. I know what He is doing, covering me in a wax bra. He is an expert by now, it will not take long. It is for His pleasure.
"Stand up, now" He orders. I would like to jump, being straight as soon as possible but my muscles does not support. i am sure He is enjoying the view. It is for His pleasure.
To be continued...