The finale.

Master woke me very early Monday morning, which didn’t make me happy at all. I dislike waking early and to have a sleep in taken away was a punishment in its own. It was still dark and I glanced at the clock as I struggled to rouse myself. 5:30! Ugh! “Wrap yourself in a blanket and meet me downstairs,” he whispered urgently and then disappeared. I allowed myself enough time to visit the washroom before throwing our comforter over my shoulders and heading down to the main floor. Master was waiting for me in the kitchen, at the back door. He opened it and led me outside.

We live in a community of row houses and our back deck steps down into a common green space. Across the space are the backs of several other row houses. I knew that the early hour was necessity, so that we could go unobserved by the neighbours. Not that there aren’t some early risers in our complex – there are, including one man that lives a few houses down who is always out for a walk and a smoke in the early hours. I knew there was a chance that we might be caught but it seemed unlikely.

Master had me remove the blanket, lay it out on the deck and then down on it. He left me there momentarily to return inside. When he came back he carried an old towel, a candle and a lighter. I love wax play and I felt myself growing excited as I thought about the contrast of the hot wax while the cold morning air chilled my skin. After he placed the towel under me, Master laid down between my legs and proceeded to tease me with his tongue, licking me up and down the length of my pussy, ripening my lips and coaxing my clit to stand at attention.

I had to fight not to moan too loudly. We had not been this adventurous outside since moving here because there was always people around or able to easily see us. It was a tremendous turn on to finally be able to revel in the experience of breaking in the deck, so to speak. Master tormented me expertly, he knows exactly how. And soon I writhed beneath him, begging for release. At that point, he knelt up and lit the candle, leaving me wanting more and I pouted at him to let him know I was disappointed.

He waited a few moments for the candle to heat enough to have some wax built up and then slowly, he tipped it and let the wax drip onto my skin. He started at my feet and dropped a few droplets on the tops of each foot. The sting of the heat quickly disappearing as the wax cooled and hardened. He worked his way up each leg, and alternated as he went. A few drops on each leg, a slight trail up to my left knee and a series of maddening drips on each inner thigh. Those ones drove me crazy as the wax first singed in a little drip and then hardened, pulling my skin beneath it. He stopped momentarily to give my clit a flick with his tongue, which added to my torture. I wanted him to simply bury his face in me and devour me and I boldly whispered as much. He just smiled. He dripped small pools into the valley of my hips and a long river from my belly button up to between my breasts. He leaned in to quickly and almost savagely bite each nipple in turn and the pain coursed through me, a definite shock in comparison to the desire that heated my blood from the wax play.

I was squirming under his touch and I couldn’t stop myself. “Master….please…” I whispered. He stopped and looked down at me. “What do you want, little one?” I could see the enjoyment glimmering in his eyes and I arched my back, lifting myself off the blanket slightly. “Please Master,” I asked again… “please…” I pleaded with him to no avail. “Tell me what you want kitten,” he demanded. “Please make me cum, Master,” I begged. He looked down at me and smiled before he dipped his head to tongue my clit once more. I watched him sit back up and lift the candle high as he tipped it. It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion. I could see the dawn breaking far off in the distance, I could feel my skin still puckered in the cool morning air, I could see Master as he smiled and tipped the candle. I moaned, I know I did. It was such an amazing picture in my mind. I wish I were an artist so that I could draw it for you, it was so emotionally charged.