Dripping For You (Audio Script)

Stories

“Oh my god… I didn’t think you’d get all these colours!”

“You doubted I’d go all out for you?”

“No, that’s - that’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant, princess. And I got purple, just for you.”

You pick up a thick, purple candle from the beginner’s wax play box that sits on a tray at the side of the towels we’re sitting on.

Of course, you did thorough research and have everything we need. Along with a mini fire extinguisher, just in case. Safety first.

“Ooh, this is nice. Feel it.”

You hand me the candle, and it’s surprisingly heavier than I thought, but not too much.

It’s so smooth, and the colour’s so rich and gorgeous! I can’t wait to see it on my skin.

The box of multicoloured soy wax candles arrived earlier today. It’s typical of us, but we can’t wait to play with our new toys.

My gaze slides up to yours, and you grin at me.

But you thought of that too, and you conveniently surprised me with a weekend getaway to a countryside farmhouse.

It’s gorgeous here. And private. The nearest town is two miles away, so no neighbours in sight. Or earshot.

“So, what do you think, princess?”

“It’s perfect. You thought of everything. The setting, the candles… all of it.”

It’s like I’m in a kinky candy store, pouring over the different colours. Ultramarine blue…vampire blood red…sage green…even a UV pink candle! But we agreed to keep to the basics for our first session.

I can’t contain my excitement or my happiness.

I throw myself into your arms, peppering your face with one kiss after another.

“Oof!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir!”

“You’re… very welcome… princess.”

You wind your hand around the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I open my mouth slightly and slip my tongue past the seam of your lips, my hands sliding up and over your shoulders.

“Take off your dress…”

I pull back and, on my knees, slowly lift up my dress. Watching your eyes darken with every inch of skin you see never gets old.

“Teasing me, are you?”

“Just how you like it.”

“Any slower and I might consider it bratting.”

I lift the dress higher, over the tops of my thighs, revealing my bare pussy.

“No panties, too?”

“It is no panties Friday, remember?”

“Of course, how could I forget? Hold on, keep it there.”

You reach for your phone and open the camera.

“Beautiful… A little higher, let those tits fall out…

I obey, teasing the fabric along my skin, lifting higher and letting my breasts spill out. I pull the dress over my head, leaving me completely naked.

Ohhh, there you go.”

It’s warm tonight, but a cool breeze caresses my skin, and I love the way your teeth graze just for a second over your bottom lip at my hardening chest.

“Get over here…”

“Yes, Sir.”

I shuffle on my knees over to you, and you scoop me up into your arms, running your hand down to my hip and giving my ass a hard squeeze.

You capture my gasp with your lips, and the moment they touch mine, I sink into you. Sinking…submitting…into your kiss.

You take the lead, gently parting my lips and slipping your tongue into my mouth. I melt against your warm, solid chest, sliding my hand up your chest and winding around the back of your neck.

“No… not yet, princess. I stay clothed. You stay naked, okay?”

You hold my gaze, and pleasure ripples through my body at the way you’re looking at me. You know how much I love it when you do this.

There’s something about being naked, completely vulnerable, when you keep your clothes on, that makes me go feral.

You controlling who wears what, makes me fall even deeper into that submissive headspace only you can give me.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl… I want to enjoy every bit… of my beautiful girl…”

You pick the blue candle out of the box, taking the lighter from the tray. You strike twice, and I watch, entranced as the wick catches the flame.

Excitement pools in my belly. We’re actually doing this.

I’ve had this fantasy for so long, but along with the excitement comes the nerves. My brain’s…thinking…again. Doing that thing where I wonder if the reality won’t match the fantasy.

As I watch you swirl the melted wax in the growing divot at the top of the candle, I wonder if I’ve hyped up this fantasy too much. What if we do this and I don’t like it…? What will we do for the rest of the night?

Well, I know what we’ll do: We’ll chalk it up to experience and do something we do like. Or cuddle by the fire. I’ll never say no to that.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“I uh…”

“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. It can look a little scary –”

“No, it’s not that, Sir. I really want to do this. I just hope I love it as much as I have fantasised about it.”

More wax pools into the top of the candle, and you flash me an easy, knowing smile.

“That’s understandable. But if you don’t like it, or neither of us likes it, like I always say, we’ll stop. Plus, we can still make good use of the candles.”

“Yeah, I suppose we can.”

“Lie down for me.”

A smile spreads across my face, and I obey, lying down on the towel.

“Arms above your head.”

I raise my arms over my head, my fingers brushing against the grass. You shuffle closer to me on your knees and hold the candle high above my stomach.

“Are you ready, princess? We’ll go slow, okay?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“Safe words?”

“Yellow and red.”

“Good girl.”

My skin prickles with adrenaline, bracing myself for however this will feel. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like some pain.

But every kind of pain is different. So I hope I like this one.

I can’t take my eyes off the candle as you tilt it slightly, and –

A drop of blue wax lands on my stomach, and my legs tense, my toes curling at the intensity of the new sensation. It’s hot…but it doesn’t hurt.

I mean, it hurts a little… But I don’t want you to stop. It feels…good.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s…weird. But…in a good way.”

“Weird in a good way. Okay. You want a little more?”

You palm one of my breasts with your free hand, squeezing softly.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Mmm, I like seeing you squirm underneath me…”

You lower the candle a little, dropping more wax onto my bare skin, and I squirm a little more, gripping the towel and grass above me. The lower you hold the candle, the more intense the heat is.

“Mmm, fuck…”

We watch the wax harden on my skin together, each drop and streak solidifying from translucent to opaque. It’s satisfying to watch…and putting my trust in you to do it?

Giving you complete control with something like this feels…liberating.

You squeeze my breast a little harder this time, sliding my hardened chest between two fingers.

“My own pretty work of art…”

Warmth pulses between my legs. I feel so exposed.

But it’s so intimate. Everything is intimate with you.

I want to reach out and run my palm over the growing bulge in your sweatpants. Grey, of course. You know exactly how to tease me.

“I really want to drop some on your breasts. Can I?”

“Yeah…”

You pour wax along my breasts, the breeze cooling it faster along my skin. When you drip some onto my chest, I swear the pleasure goes straight down to my clit.

You look so good like this. Over top of me, with that knowing little smirk on your face as you create different patterns on my body.

I take in every sensation, letting myself relax into the feelings. The feeling of the wax hardening, my skin getting goosebumps from the breeze. Giving up control.

It feels good to have fun while we’re playing. You’ve always been so good at letting our scenes feel so organic, and not like we have to follow a script.

You blow out the candle and put it on the tray. Wisps of smoke curl into the night air when you reach for your phone.

“Smile for me, princess.”

“Beautiful. Now on all fours, princess. I want to see that pretty ass.”

It feels a little strange, moving with hardened wax on me. Some of it breaks but doesn’t fall off as I roll onto my front and get on all fours. You grab the purple candle from the box and light it.

I can’t help but wiggle my ass a little as you shift behind me. Your cock strains against your sweatpants, and I grind my bare pussy against the fabric.

“Careful, princess.”

“But I need you…”

“Patience. I’m not done making art on you yet. Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You drip the wax down my back. The heat’s more intense as you move lower down my back, and I try my best not to squirm.

Once the initial heat hits, pleasure immediately chases it. My pussy clenches and relaxes, and clenches again. My clit throbs, and I want so badly to reach between my legs and touch myself.

But that was another rule tonight: No touching. I desperately want to touch myself, but being denied and obeying the rules makes me all the more eager to please you.

As you pour more wax along my skin, you gently tease two fingers between the lips of my pussy, letting my wetness coat your fingertips.

“Ohh, you definitely like the wax, don’t you? So fucking wet for me… Push back, princess. I want to taste you.”

You bury your face between my legs, working your tongue hungrily along my pussy.

My hips rock against your mouth, my fingers gripping the towel into fists. A wave of pleasure courses through my body, down to my toes as you focus your tongue on my clit.

“Mmm, I like those sounds. I want to hear more…”

You drip more wax down my back, a little closer this time, lowering the candle a little more with every drop until you reach my ass.

The wax trickles down the curve of my ass and down the backs of my thighs, the mixture of pain and pleasure making my head swim.

But when you draw back and blow out the candle, I feel an aching emptiness, and I bite my lip to stop a whine escaping.

“I never want to forget the way you look right now…”

You reach for your phone, aiming the camera at your view of my wax-covered ass. My cheeks flush with pride and desire.

“Fuck me, you look… So fucking gorgeous.”

I am basking in your praises… With every click of the camera, electricity soars through my body. You make me feel like a fucking goddess.

I can’t wait to look at the pictures with you later. In your arms and cruising on my submissive high, after you’ve railed me so hard I don’t know what day is.

“Now… Where were we?”