Bound in the dark softness of my bed, his hands firmly, snugly, safely behind his back. His fingers flex, testing the bonds I have placed on him. His toes wriggle, unbound and free. The candle sits at the bedside. It's all ready, everything I am going to need to mark him, make him mine. The knife, alcohol, wax, strips, hot white candle, it's all there waiting for my pleasure, just like the man on the bed. His breath is slow, easy. He knows, he trusts, he loves. He is safe and secure in my love.

The alcohol swab is cold on his ass cheek. The right one. I swab a swatch about 6x6 inches. The wax is hot, the strips are ready. We don't want any burned butt hairs. I discard the alcohol swab, taking up the large popsicle stick covered in hot wax, smearing it all over the freshly alcohol swabbed patch. What a contrast. Cold hot cold hot. Then a gingham strip, smoothed over his skin, and ripped away. He grunts, winces. I know how much this hurts; I have recently done my entire body...

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