Wax Play: Hot, Pleasurable, and Arousing

I had my first experience with wax play. I want more!

Since I’ve started dating Mr P., I’ve been exploring the marvelous world of sensory play. He has a large collection of sex toys and, one by one, we’ve been trying them (fun, fun, fun!)

When Mr P. first introduced me to his collection, I was fascinated by the so many ways you can induce pleasure. Some of the toys, I said I probably wouldn’t try them — my threshold to pain is low, so I knew the probability of having pleasure with them would be remote. I then discovered I was wrong: either my pain threshold is not as low as I thought, or the toys aren’t as “mean” as they looked.

One of the things Mr P. showed me when he introduced me to his toys was a candle. A beautiful dark red candle. I am a visual person; I react to colours and shapes in a very particular way, and I came to realise I get fascinated by the confluence of colour and shapes of sex toys. I’m in love with a purple flogger. I see a unique beauty on sex toys.

When Mr P. put the candle in my hand, I was surprised by my reaction: despite I wouldn’t imagine myself enjoying the sensation of being burned (it was the thought that first came into my mind ), I immediately told him I wanted to try it.

Because we never deny each other’s requests, Mr P. took a blanket out of his closet and spread it on the bed. I was still naked (we were in an after-sex break), so, with his dominator tone, he told me “lay down, your face down”. I did as I was commanded and waited. I heard him go through his toys, but I didn’t dare to look: I was excited already with the expectation, I didn’t want to break up the magic.

He put himself over me, his weight supported by his knees, one each side by hips. He grabbed my wrists and placed them above my head; he cuffed one and then the other to the headboard, and arranged my long hair to the side, in a way I didn’t have hair over my back.

My heart beating was racing, I knew what was coming, but at the same time, I had no idea. I knew he would never hurt me, that he’d be cautious with the candle. Even so, I was feeling a mix of pleasure and fear. Sexual anticipation it’s always a delicious part of the act.

Mr P. had explained to me that this wasn’t a regular candle, but one specific for sensory play, it’s a low-temperature candle. He also told me that there are different colours in low-temperature candles, each one with representing different levels of heat when melted. The one he has is one of the lowest. Despite having no idea about the temperature levels — for me, a candle is a candle — I nodded my head, so he knew I understood what he said.

With my face down, I heard the metallic sound of Mr P. lighting the lighter; a shiver went down my spine — this was going to happen! But it didn't, not immediately. Mr P. hadn’t light the candle, not yet. Damn you, man, with your pleasing games. Instead of feeling for the first time a melting candle in my body, I felt the comforting and embracing sensation of a feather tickler running down my back. While he was passing it through my body — my back, the inside of my arms, down my ribs, contouring the curve of my waist, down my hips, and caressing the inside of my thighs - my body went into a complete state of relaxation. It was as if I’d just receive a marvelous massage. I love the feather.

After enjoying trailing my body with the feather tickler, there it was again: the sound of the lighter. Without having commanded my body to move, my neck contracted, my chin met my chest, my back went tense, my legs closed, with my feet crossed. It was a reaction of self-protection, I guess. I wasn’t afraid; I think it was the unknown that made me react this way.

Mr P. asked me if I was ready. When I said yes, he told me he was going to drip the melted wax far away from my skin, it shouldn’t hurt. He was right: it didn’t.

A sensual burning sensation

The moment the melted wax fell on my upper back, I felt a soft burning sensation, one that caused a reaction all over my body. My back arched, my face rolled into my chest, my breathing stopped, and I even drooled (not a sexy reaction, at all.)

The melted wax kept dripping over my body. I felt it on my shoulders, my lower back, again into my upper back, down my bottom cheeks, my thighs… Mr P. was enjoying himself with my reactions; I could hear his sexy low voice moanings. I was loving it; the hot melted wax felt delicious in my body, but at the same time, it had a pinch of pain within it.

Seeing my body contractions and listening to my vocal reactions, Mr P. asked me again if I was ok — one could confuse my pleasure sounds with pain sounds. I said yes, very much. He then told me he was going to bring the candle closer to my body. The lower you drip the melted wax the hottest is the sensation.

As it sometimes happens in kink sex, I can’t quite draw the line between pleasure and pain: they are mixed. I want to stop it but at the same time, I want more and more of it.

Wax play: a new favourite

After experimenting with sensory play (and other kinks), I’m building a list of favourites. So far, the flogger is a winner, but now I’ve promoted the wax play to the second place. Perhaps, they’re even tied (great pun, right?)

The hot pleasure mixed with a light burning sensation made my delights. I am in love with wax play! You can also try the opposite: ice play; either playing merely with one or mixing both temperatures. When experimenting with it, I will go for a mix of both; I’m not one to tolerate cold temperatures very well, even with a very hot aroused body. But I can be wrong, so nothing better than to try it.

If you never tried wax play, please consider that it can be a dangerous activity — because there’s a flame, and because if the melted wax gets your eyes or another sensitive area, it can cause serious damages. So, if you try it for the first time, make sure to do some research on how to do it beforehand.

Wax play was a unique sensual sensation for me: it burned my skin without burning it, and it gave me pleasure in a completely new way. That’s what fascinates me the most in the BDSM world: so many sensations, so many ways to receive and give pleasure!

Now it’s my time to try it on Mr P. I will go more creative; I’ll try to do a cool design on his back. And because his pain threshold is high, I’m considering buying a candle that burns at a higher temperature. As it will be a different colour, I can cover Mr P.’s full tattooed back is something artistic! I’m very visual, remember?

Wax play conquered a new place in my sexual preferences. I loved it, and I want to explore more of it. As a receiver and a giver.

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