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Warming a cold treasured Chest
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Warming a cold treasured Chest "Stephen, my body is hot for your touch and you have indeed given me pleasure with your oral sensational giving, but my heart is cold and my chest is frozen..." she spoke those words to me after being intimate for more than an hour as we lay naked on the pillow top mattress softly conversing. Then it is time for me to take control of this situation, I thought to myself and proceeded to the next phase of this adventure into eroticism and sexual discoveries. I unpacked some of my preparations for this moment...wrist and ankle cuffs...rope...hog ties...mask....gag.....butt plug....white wax candles....and sprang into action. "Come, my love," I led her to the towel covered chair after having prepared some anal ease for the butt plug's entrance,..."Have an easy seat.... careful...." Without any questioning she allowed the device to be swallowed up in her ready anal cavity. I applied the<b> wrist cuffs </font></b>and hooked them around her back behind the chair. Then I attached the velco ankle cuffs and further attached them by the tether around to the back of the chair wrists cuffs, pulling her legs to either side of the chair, exposing her breath-taking hairless pussy with the base of the blue butt plug barely shown atop the white cotton towel on the seat of the chair. I hesitated as I looked into her eyes. I could see her own questioning as to what was I doing? But this is how it must go down I thought to myself....and covered her face with the mask, using care to tighten it upon her face, yet allowing her to be able to see and maybe more importantly, allowing me to see her eyes...the window to her soul and the only means of communication now to take place as I attached the gag firmly into her mouth. She did not say a word, but was submitting to the task at hand with excitement...her nipples were hard as I touched them with a feather...running the soft touch around her nipple, breast, then throat....tickling her ears and neck...she shuddered and a muffled sound of release was giving testimony by the warm ooze that suddenly appeared on the white towel, soaking the seat upon which she sat. I had not expected her to reach an orgasm so fast..so quickly even before I sought to warm her chest. The red and white scented candles had been burning long past an hour so there was plenty of wax melted to pour, but that is not where I started this warming trend. I took the two white wax tapers and lighted from the already lit candles and held them in my hand over her. She is now able to see, but not speak, yet communicates with her eyes what is an unknown...is it fear?...excitement?...her chest heaves in anticipation...she knows what is coming and the expectation is taking her breath away like the flame consuming the oxygen in the immediate space around her. Her head is held upright without the neck collar I have to later place...for now...just the mask and the gag is in place....I have my reasons..... The first drip of the white taper comes from four feet above her chest and barely splats upon her golden brown sugar breasts. I missed her teats, but nor was I aiming for anything other than her breasts in general. The wax warmed her immediately as her legs tightened, pulling her wrists and arms backward behind the chair. Pleasure or pain? Warming or too hot? How would I know? More wax fell from the candles splatting more this time and on the right perky breast one teat is now covered in the cooled white wax. I look at her eyes to tell me what I need to know. Her mouth is smiling. I can see through the mask she is fine. The sensation of the wax is warming her chest. How do I know? The glow of her skin is red and her body is relaxed. The tauntness that started with this has released now. So now it is time to pour the scented wax, as the chest is ready to receive even more warmed wax...and I blow out the held used little white tapers, step over to the glass candle holders...first some molten hot white vanilla scented wax and it coats the valley between the breasts....then the red bayberry wax is poured encircling round both teats. Then I wished I had brought the artist's brush to paint the runny wax and make it an artistic event. The wax cools this time more slowly and somewhat puddles in places...her skin is aglow, but her eyes speak not of pain but warmth. I cannot resist knowing, so I un-gag her mouth and kiss her wanton mouth that is on fire...her breath is so sweet tasting, but it is a hot breath...and her words are so demanding. "Take me," she implores. I decide to leave the wax where it is....leave the gag off for now..her face is still in the black leather mask...and I decide to add the collar....being careful to not get wax on this red fabric covered black leather...her neck is smaller than I had thought even...so I struggle with sizing it, but manage to get it buckled. The leash is a chain and is heavy and I have it turned to the back, so I pull her head back and she gasps for air and makes a sound expressing surprise at my unexpected action. I attach the clip of her leash to the bottom cuffs...pulling her back as far as I dare. She speaks words, but I do not listen. Oh, I hear, but she is not protesting..she is expressing her feelings of warmth. I step away from her and her eyes are watching me disappear around the corner. I go to the refrigerator and take out the glass icycle dildo with its studded shaft, now cooled down to maybe 56 degrees, the temperature of the frig....but she does not see what I am doing. It is time to explore that beautiful throat...as she said..."Use all my holes, Stephen." Now comes a tough task...to be gentle, but firm...to first run a little bourbon over the cold icicle giving a taste she loves to the glass....and placing it just on the tip of her tongue..."Ummmm," she moans and speaks, "that is so good." But with the finished expression of appreciation I lodge the dildo into her mouth. Her eyes look at me with submission and her body does tense up a bit. For the next ten minutes I manage to coax her throat with my left hand...feeling how warm and swollen her neck becomes as she takes the small seven inch glass dildo all the way deep into her throat. This beautiful woman has no gag reflex and could take more if it were to be presented, I am quite sure. It is amazing...the coolness of the glass works its way through her flesh so that my hand is feeling the drop in temperature of her neck. It is totally amazing to me. Her breath is cold now as I remove the glass from her mouth and kiss her lips. I place my hands on her "V" and spread her outer lips to touch her clit when she explodes. This is my warm left hand, as my right hand puts down the dildo and massages her neck and face, Her eyes roll over and her body convulses in an involuntary quiver of pleasure so much so that her chest, now covered in cold wax breaks up like icebergs on a melting sea. I have her where I want her...breathless...a warmed up chest treasure....as she speaks softly in gratitude...."Thank you Stephen....my chest is so on fire right now. I am finally warm." |
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