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Fire and Ice by Jaybird
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Subject: Fire and Ice, or Jaybird Waxes Poetic
Jaybird took me by surprise the other night. I was peacefully watching TV
when a hand snaked over the back of the couch and hit the remote, shutting
the TV off. I looked up in surprise and saw her naked backside retreating
toward the bedroom. She didn't have to look back; she knew I'd be
following.
When I reached the bedroom, she said, "Clean yourself up." There was a
steely edge in her voice that I'd never heard before. I stripped and washed,
then came back to the bedroom and knelt before her, my hands clasped
behind my back. Sometimes I'm a bit of an uppity bottom, but I knew this
wasn't the time for that. There was a palpable tension in the air.
Jaybird looked down at me for a long moment. Then she said, "Get on the
bed." It was definitely the Voice of Command. I laid down on the bed,
noticing the restraints already tied to the four posts. Working efficiently,
she tied me in a spread-eagle position, pulling the straps tight--much
tighter than usual. "I want you completely immobile for this," she said.
After binding me, she straddled my chest. She laid her hand on my cheek,
looking into my eyes with a steady gaze. I was starting to get scared.
We'd played fairly heavily a few times, but it was always in a "fun" mood.
This time there was a serious, almost dangerous, undertone. Jaybird felt
me trembling, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I'm scared," I said quietly.
"Have I ever really hurt you?"
"No, Mistress."
"Then tonight will be a first." I shuddered. Was she joking? Surely she
was joking. "Do you remember what your safewords are?"
Eek. Maybe she wasn't joking. She's usually a fairly gentle top, and has
almost never taken me to safeword. I said, "Yes, Mistress," and repeated
the safewords to her. I was really starting to shake now.
She reached down beside her and came up with a blindfold, which she
placed around my head. After a few seconds, I heard the strike of a match.
I could smell the waxy scent of a candle being lit, and started to realize
what was coming.
I felt her lean forward and reach for something on the shelf behind the
head of the bed. She leaned back, straddling my belly, and suddenly there
was a piercing shock in my left nipple. I gasped, mostly in surprise; it
wasn't the hot wax I was expecting, but an ice cube. She pressed it into
my nipple for a moment, then started massaging my chest with it.
"This is just to warm you up a bit," she purred. She continued running the
ice over my chest, then homed in on the other nipple. After giving it some
attention, she started moving the ice all over my body. She'd stroke one
part of me, then pick the cube up and attack a completely different area.
With the blindfold on, I never knew where it would hit next, and soon I was
twitching as the ice struck spot after spot, never predictably.
She had been avoiding my crotch until now, but suddenly she held the ice
firmly against my balls, then started rubbing it up and down. I moaned in
pleasure/pain. It may sound strange, but ice play has a pronounced erotic
effect on me. She slowly massaged the area between my balls and anus,
and said in a conversational tone, "I wonder what the wax will feel like
there."
Double eek. I started wondering too, in vivid detail. She continued playing
with the ice, but my mind kept imagining the hot wax falling on my most
sensitive areas. She took the ice away, and I heard it go clink in a bowl. I
tensed, waiting for the hot wax to fall, but she wasn't ready for that yet.
I felt her get off the bed and heard a drawer slide open. There was a
sudden SNAP! I recognized the sound--it was a clothespin held all the way
open, then released so it springs away from the fingers. There was
another SNAP, and the clothespin bounced off my chest. Then another
snap, and another, and another. Five, in all.
The bed shifted as she climbed back on and straddled me. My nipples were
hard from the ice play, but also a bit numb. The clothespins gripped
tightly, but didn't hurt as much as usual. Then she put a clothespin on each
side of my scrotum. Those did hurt. I waited for the fifth clothespin.
Where was she going to put it? I waited, but nothing happened. I started
to think I'd miscounted, or maybe she'd been playing mind games by
snapping one of them twice.
I started to relax a bit, and that was what she was waiting for. The fifth
clothespin clamped down on the underside of my penis, right where it
joins the scrotum. That one *really* hurt, but it was an erotic pain. I laid
there, breathing hard.
Jaybird moved forward on my body and sat on my chest. Her thighs gripped
my cheeks. I strained forward, trying to reach her pussy with my tongue,
but it was just of reach. After letting me struggle for a few minutes, she
leaned forward and lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was already wet,
and I started licking her. She started moving against my tongue, moaning
quietly, and soon built up to a mild orgasm.
She rocked back to rest a bit and sat on my chest again--this time right on
the clothespins. I shrieked as my nipples felt like they were being pulled
off. She leaned into me, presenting her pussy once again, but still sitting
on the clothespins. This time I dove my tongue into her with everything I
had. I knew she wouldn't get up until I gave her a nice orgasm, and I put
everything into it I had. She started squirming around on my chest, which
pulled the clothespins even further and inspired me to try even harder.
She finally came to a long and loud orgasm. She sat there until her
shuddering stopped, and then, thankfully, got off my chest. I whimpered
with relief. She sat beside me and gently stroked my body, giving all the
clothespins a little thump or twist. She finally said, "I think that's enough
of that," and removed the clothespins from my groin. I groaned as the
blood started returning.
Then she reached for my nipple and sloooowly opened the clothespin. I
groaned. She let me gasp for a minute and then reached for the other
nipple. This time, instead of opening the clothespin, she tugged on the end
until it pulled off with a snap. AAAAHHHH!!!!
I felt her move down toward my groin. Suddenly I heard a whoosh and felt a
stinging slap on my inner thigh. It was our little flogger, the one with
short leather strands. She worked back and forth between my thighs,
gradually picking up the pace, but keeping the strokes light and stingy. I
started yelping. The whipping continued for a few minutes; she changed
her strokes for the finish, giving me a few hard blows with lots of thud.
By this time, the endorphins were flowing merrily and the blows felt
pretty good.
I heard a clink from the ice bowl and soon felt the familiar pressure of an
ice cube. This time it felt *wonderful*, as she ran it all over my body. It
felt especially good on my thighs, which were hot and store. I was
starting to float pretty high--then she gently pushed the rest of the cube
into my ass to melt away.
She reached to the shelf once again and picked something up. It was the
candle. My senses were incredibly acute, and I could feel the heat of the
candle as it moved past my face and over the middle of my body. She
started pouring wax on my belly and chest, carefully avoiding my nipples.
The candle had been burning for a long time and had built up quite a bit of
melted wax. It splashed all over my belly. It didn't really hurt there, in
fact it tickled! I started to laugh, then laughed even harder at the
absurdity of laughing in the middle of a scene like this.
I felt the wax trail up my chest. Then it struck one of my poor, abused
nipples. EEYOW!! I shrieked and started gasping. Of all the things Jaybird
does to me, hot wax on the nipples is the most painful. But I also find it
very erotic. She gave me a few seconds to recover, then got the other
nipple. It hurt almost, but not quite, as bad. For some reason (extra
endorphins?), the second nipple is never quite as bad as the first.
She kept pouring the wax, all the way up to my throat. It stung there, but
sort of pleasantly, almost like being bitten. Then she stopped for a bit,
letting me rest--and, I presume, building up some more wax.
The wax started pouring again, this time falling on my tenderized inner
thighs. OUCH! She gradually moved up to my groin and started circling my
pubic area. I tensed in anticipation as it got closer to my cock. The first
drops hit my shaft and I was surprised: it didn't feel too bad. Felt pretty
good, in fact.
She moved up the shaft towards the head. YIPE! It didn't feel so good on
the glans. I started oohing and eeking, which of course caused her to pay
extra attention to that area. Soon she had it covered and moved down to
my balls. For the most part, it was fairly painful there, but there was a
wide variation in sensation. Some spots were quite pleasant, while in
others it really burned.
She continued dripping the wax, moving here and there on my body to touch
up a few places. My mind was somewhere above the roof by this point. I
don't know how long this went on, but eventually she blew the candle out.
I heard another clink from the ice bowl. She started running another cube
over the wax-coated areas of my body. This was a wild sensation; the
cold and wetness of the ice on top of the heat of the wax. In some places,
the ice caused the wax to flake up and pull off. She kept this up until the
cube was half melted, then sent it to join its predecessor in my ass.
She must have liked my reactions, because she picked up yet another ice
cube and continued rubbing my body. This time she concentrated on my
thighs and genitals. She slowly stroked my erect cock with the ice,
commenting, "Horny little beggar, aren't you." Again, she played with the
ice till it was half gone, then added it to my growing anal collection.
"You've been a good slave, so I'll give you a reward," she said, untying one
of my hands. "You may now masturbate. You have permission to come." I
complied with alacrity. It felt strange to stroke myself with the hardened
wax coating my cock; nevertheless, I quickly brought myself to a strong
orgasm.
Jaybird untied the rest of my bonds and removed my blindfold. My body
was a sight--I was almost completely covered with bright red wax from
neck to thighs! I must have had a dismayed expression, because my
Mistress laughed at me and commanded me to wash the bedclothes and
clean myself up. Then she leaned over me and kissed me, deeply and
lovingly.
Getting the wax off the bed was easy. Getting it off myself wasn't; I have
lots of body hair...although perhaps a little bit less today than I did before
the scene....
Further adventures to follow,
fearless freep
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