Master reached out his hand and spread my labia wide so that my clit was clearly exposed. A drop of red wax appeared at the cusp of the candle and seemed to hang there for a moment before it dropped. A hot sting ripped through me as the wax dropped and mostly hit its mark. It was exquisite and I begged all the more. “Oh Master, please…please make me cum….” He continued to drip hot wax directly onto my exposed pussy for a few more minutes and I continued to beg him for more than he was willing to give.

Suddenly, he sat up and blew out the candle. “Clean yourself up, anonymous. You have 30 minutes to have breakfast on the table.” With that he rose and went back into the house. I almost cried, having been left wanting again. I took the corner of the comforter and pulled it around me and took a few moments to just enjoy the peacefulness of the early morning. I didn’t dare dally long or I would Masters deadline and I knew from experience that he was not appreciative of being kept waiting.