*I pour again from a lower vantage point, hearing the sizzle of the wax heating the cream like butter in a hot skillet. I stand back and look at super goddess' exhausted form. A sheen of sweat covers your entire body, your luminous and lush hair lies limp and lifeless, and your pretty young face is red and flushed, eyes half-closed with a combination of lust from the vibes and the pain of your torture. Your tits are covered in a Jackson Pollock mish-mash of cool and hardened green and violet wax. Your pussy swollen and surrounding the buzzing vibe.*
And with all my best efforts you are still beautiful and defiant, littlle subby.
*I put the candles only an inch from your still naked nipples and cover the buds with colored wax.
Suddenly a whistle blows in the library*
Ahhhh. lunchtime. We are not through super subby. I will be back in a few.
sorry to leave ya hangin.
*I hug your limp form to me and gently kiss your cheek. I walk from the room shutting off the light as I close the door, leaving you in total darkness.*