Was my birthday weekend. He came over to visit. Arrived on Friday, late afternoon, with a huge grin on his pretty face. I was ecstatic. Seeing that smile again, being able to kiss him once more, being able to feel him, smell his hair, taste him. It felt as it should, like we belong together and that by some cruel measurements, we keep getting forced apart. I fed him, we made love, I played with him – a lot, we fell asleep in each others arms.
Saturday morning was bliss, waking up to find him lying there, like a little angel. I love watching him sleep.
That night, when I got him home, I gave him something to wear, dressed him up, only to undress him again, I played with him and put him on his side. I tied his ankles together with rope, handcuffed his wrists behind his back and joined the wrist restraints to the ankle bindings, using the techniques i’d been teaching myself. I was pleased with the outcome.
Figured I’d take pictures prior to starting, as once I’m in that frame of mind, all else loses focus. I took a few pictures and unzipped his remaining undergarments and lit a candle. I could sense he knew what was coming. I felt his excitement, his arousal and a little bit of fear. That made me instantly wet.
I started off with the wax, slow steady drops, as slow as i could manage. When it first hit his skin, he moaned like a little whore. My blood rose and I continued dripping it on his back, finding the more sensitive areas. His spine and the bottom of his back where there’s less flesh hurt him a lot more. He was almost wailing at one point. His whimpering gave me the desire to feel his pain, so i used some nails and then lifted the ropes up, arching his back and forcing his legs upwards and spanked his bottom a little.
The louder he cried, the more I wanted to hurt him. The more I could feel the blood rushing through my body, my heartbeat quicken, my breathing became deeper. I filled my lungs full of air, I focused on my breath so that I could control my arousal and my lust for him. Relentlessly, I poured more hot wax on his back. I felt my bloodlust getting a little too much to the point where my breathing exercises became insufficient to stop me from unleashing hell on his beautiful little body. I stopped myself there, and untied him.
I was euphoric. The release he granted me was like escaping from a lifetime sentence. I held him for a long time after that, just breathing. Enjoying the closeness of his body, his warmth, his touch. My love for him overwhelms me.