Waxing – I Love His Pain
My worthless pet writhes on the cold floor, hooded and exposed, as I tease his skin with my gloved hands before unleashing the inferno. Gripping the crimson candle, I let molten wax cascade over his chest, sizzling into rivers of torment that blister and burn deep. I straddle him, scraping the hardened crust with razor … Waxing – I Love His Pain