Thank You, Master I read the list of supplies in my mind, looking again to be sure I had not forgotten anything, which was not likely to happen, as my Master knows, I always follow His instructions to the letter. I traced the rim on the bowl holding the ice, my hand trembling, my cunt clenching, labia swelling. My fingers then moved to the special candle that was used only for the showers my darling Master knows I love. I curled my small hand around the candle, my fingers not closing around the large base. I know the reason this candle was chosen...it is a navy blue, my Master's favorite color and a perfect foil for my skin. Letting go of the candle, I ran one shaking finger down the length of the last item, the wood smooth and the one metal edge, not sharp enough to cut, but definitely sharp enough to leave an amazingly thin welt. Shaking myself out of my reverie, I picked up the bowl of ice, the candle, and the 18" wooden ruler, then made my way into the master bathroom. Placing the items on the vanity, I lifted the matches from my jewelry box and lit the candle, watching the flame for a moment, feeling a shiver run down my spine, thinking of what was to come. I turned and began moving the full-length mirror into position in front of the shower. I know that Master enjoys the knowledge that I watch myself for Him, so that I may relate every detail to Him, but also as a reminder that the hands touching me are not mine, the eyes watching my skin flush, my breasts harden, my cunt swell and begin to drip are not mine. So that I may see the beauty He sees, when watching these things for Himself. I began to strip, first removing my rough-out work boots and socks, next my jeans, sliding over my hips, down my still lightly tanned thighs and calves, over and off of my small feet. I rose to stand, looking at myself through Master's eyes. Seeing the feet with dark blue polish on the small nails, looking almost black, a tiny tribute to my Master's liking for a bit of the gothic, skimming over my calves and up my thighs, the light blue men's shirt covering the rest, my gaze continuing to my throat, which in my prayers will one day wear His black collar, signifying that I am His until the end of Our days, past my face, for this is the hardest for me to look at, to my dark auburn curls, falling just past my shoulders. I lifted my hands to begin removing the shirt, my scarlet tipped fingers shaking lightly, working each button lose, shivering as I watch the shirt open to expose creamy breasts, not perfect in my eyes, but I know that in His, they are what every man dreams of. A faint flush crawls from my high cheekbones to my chest and further still to my tummy as the shirt falls to the floor. My gaze travels to my freshly shaven mound, seeing His name written there in black marker, as Master is not sure yet that I am ready to receive a permanent marking there. My fingers curl to keep from tracing the line of my slit, which is already glistening in the light and dark pink. I force myself to turn away and turn on the water in the shower, watching as steam begins to curl around me. I lift the supplies from the vanity and place them on the shelf inside the shower, being careful not to spill the wax that has pooled in the candle. I stepped into the shower and gasped as the hot water hit my skin, goose bumps rose on my arms and legs, my scalp tightened. I shampooed and conditioned my hair then washed from face to toes. I shaved again, even though I had done so this morning, my arms, my armpits, my legs, and finally, I bent double and carefully shaved from the top of the crack of my ass to the top of my mound, leaving not one small hair, wanting nothing to block the sensations of the hot wax hitting the tender flesh there later. I then placed 3 pieces of ice into my waiting cunt, it tightened almost instantly, not that this was needed by any means as I work very hard to keep my Master's cunt very tight for both our pleasure, I bent at the waist and slid first then one and then another piece into my ass, feeling it clench around my slim finger. Master has never forbidden me pleasure, not even as punishment, He loves knowing I can no longer control my bodies reactions to Him. I slowly fingered my clenching ass pushing the ice deep, enjoying the movement inside of me. I placed more ice inside my ass holding the water from the melted ice inside, having already cleaned myself there with an enema, I was not worried about a mess. I then sank to my knees in the tub, the water hitting me in the chest, I lifted the ruler and rubbed it onto my breasts, feeling them swell, then lightly trailed it down my stomach, then slid it over my mound and between my legs. I lurched hard at he feeling of the hard wet wood sliding along my clit. I forced myself to lift the ruler to about two feet above my right thigh, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and brought the ruler down hard. The wet smack was drowned out by my loud gasp, and I felt my cunt instantly release a small bit of water. I lifted the ruler again, swung down fast before taking time to think about it. Twelve smacks later, my eyes streaming tears onto my flushed cheeks, I looked down at my thigh, the welts dark red, bruising already beginning. I pressed three more pieces of ice into my aching cunt, fingering myself fast for a few moments, panting, watching myself in the mirror, hair slicked back from the water, skin pink from the heat, breasts heaving with each breath, sweat rolling down my face, mixing with tears. I began on my left thigh, again striking hard enough to cause myself to scream, tears falling freely, each smack causing me to get closer the that place where pain becomes secondary to the pleasure that is felt, welts rising from the inside of my knee to just below my cunt, which was dripping water and juices now, aching to be filled with more then ice. I finished the twelve strokes, sobbing as I was so close to going over that edge. I began shoving ice inside my cunt and ass, filling each to capacity, the burn was amazing, sharp and stinging, mixing with that of my thighs. I opened my thighs as wide as possible and raised the ruler above my cunt, opening the lips to expose my engorged clit, which was throbbing. SMACK....I brought the ruler down as hard as I could on my clit. The scream didn't sound like me, it was almost animal. My cunt began to spasm as I rubbed the ruler against it, masterbating against it, making love to it. I forced my eyes to remain fixed on the creature in the mirror. I thought, "Christ...she is the most beautiful thing ever created." As the wave began to ease and my breathing to slow, I laid the ruler down. I picked up the candle, brought it to my mouth, licking slowly up the side, worshiping it as I would Master's cock, being very careful not to tip it. I leaned back and let the wax pour onto my left then right breast. My combined scream and groan was a feral sound, like a wounded animal. My body began to move as I watched in the mirror, flowing like silk in a breeze. I continued to pour wax, feeling it slide down my tummy to my mound, burning, making my cunt and ass clench again. I stopped pouring before the wax could touch my clit so I could fill my once again aching cunt with more ice. I had to do this fast as I was once again so very close to going over that edge. The water hitting my thighs was burning almost as much as the wax had. I lifted the candle again, this time above my cunt, knowing that more had pooled in the base. I took a deep breath, laid my left hand against my left thigh, digging the nails into the welt closest to my knee. I tilted the candle, at the moment the wax hit and began coating my open cunt, I raked my nails hard up my thigh, scratching deep, screaming loudly as I dropped the candle, rubbing my right hand over my cunt, cumming and filling my hand with water, juices, and wax, my left hand continuing to scratch my now painful thigh, again forcing my eyes to remain open and staring at myself, gasping hard, sobbing my Master's name, sweat and tears falling from my face onto my wax coated breasts. I laid in the bottom of the shower, taking deep, gulping breaths, hands at my sides, my eyes finally closing, letting the water run over my body, my thighs beginning to burn worse. I gently washed the wax from my red skin, wincing and hissing through clenched teeth. I slowly rose, holding onto the towel rack with both hands, stepping out of the shower on shaking legs. I knelt on the floor, water dripping from me, a slow smile forming on my flushed face, new tears starting as I traced trembling fingers over the welts and newly forming bruises on the insides of my thighs. I looked into the mirror, into my Master's eyes and whispered, "Thank You, Darling Master."
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