The Dark Side of the Force

She lies naked on the bed, bound hand and foot. I am naked too and I hold in my hand a lit red candle. It always has to be a red candle. It’s quite fat and the liquid wax pools around the wick. 

She stares at me, transfixed. I know what I have to do, but the When of it is entirely up to me. I decide the moment is ripe. I’ve been talking to her - verbally abusing her as if she was a teenager caught playing with herself. Her nipples are solidly erect and it’s there I start. I tip the candle and hot wax splatters onto her sensitive areola. She hisses with a combination of pleasure and pain. I know that height is a function of heat. Too low I will burn her…too high it will have little effect. By now, I know the precise height required. 

I turn my attention to the other nipple. I know both so well I can feel their texture in my mouth, yet I bathe the other one in hot wax. The wax solidifies and looks like dried blood. Then slowly, drip by agonising drip down her tummy, to her pubic mound. Her clit is visible….should I? She certainly wants me to….which is reason enough why I shouldn’t. Instead, I coat her entire pubic mound with the hot wax, coming close, but not quite on her yearning clit. Between her spread legs, I see the glistening wetness of her arousal. 

“Pleeease”. A gasp, a half whisper, but both carrying an overwhelming sense of pleading. “No.!” I whisper the word close to her ear, not forgetting for a moment how much blowing gently into her ear excites her. “Not yet.” Another puff of warm air causes her back to arch. “You cunt.” 

“Now now. Play nicely, or I’ll just walk away and leave you here.” She knows I’ll do it too. I’ve done it before, leaving her there until Dani had to untie her the next morning. 

Emily stares at me. To her consternation, I blow the candle out. Is it ‘game over’? I can almost see the thought rolling around her brain. I invert the candle and put one of my feet in the bed. Pushing it slowly inside me take some effort. I am soaking wet, it’s true, but this isn’t the thinnest candle we’ve ever used, and I am having to breathe slowly to accommodate it….but oh….it feels good though. Slowly, I fuck myself with it. Shall I make myself cum I wonder. I could, quite easily. I could squirt all over Emily, or, as she would really like when she’s in this frame of mind, pee on her. Well, maybe later. 

Just short of orgasm, I stop and pull it slowly out. The redness is now coated in white cunt cream. The base of the candle is so wet it could drip. I hold it over Emily’s mouth and let a single drip of my essence fall onto her lips. She isn’t allowed to either part her lips or lick until I give her permission. I wait….wait…wait until that single bead has spread across her lips and then… “Go on then.” Her tongue lashes out and avidly licks her lips. A moan escapes her. 

I relight the candle and as soon as the wax puddle reforms, I drop hot wax on her clit. She moans. “Again…oh fuck…again. Make me cum!” Nope. Not yet. 

I reach behind me for ‘Mike’. Mike is wearing a condom. Mike isn’t going in Emily’s vagina, and the lubrication really helps. I press him against her tight, secret hole. I feel her yield and he slips slowly inside. I know to take it slowly, but there is little resistance tonight. Soon, he is fully embedded up her bum. Another drip of wax. Not on her clit, but close enough as to make no difference. I’m fucking her now, slowly, but full length strokes, the kind that makes me cum when I’m being bum fucked. 

I lean forward and apply my tongue just between her labia and below her pearl. Her clit has protruded from its shell now and I know it won’t take much to finish her off. I allow her a foretaste of the pleasure to come. One slow circle of her sex bean. 

The lit candle remains in my hand but I know precisely what I’m going to do….and when. 

Another circle…and another…and……I feel her perineum tense. This happens when she is on the point of orgasm. Nothing can prevent her from cumming now, even if I just stopped. I give the slightest touch of my tongue and at the same time I drip hot wax onto her left nipple. Emily, my dear, beautiful wife, explodes in orgasm, crying out as I rotate the dildo up her arsehole. 

We have prepared well for this. She lies on a sheet which, in turn, is on a plastic sheet. 

Her orgasm continues to rip through her. She will tell me when. “Now…ohhh do it now.” 

I hop onto the bed and squat over her upper thighs. Experience has taught us this is the best position. I relax and piss directly onto her clit. The feeling of it, and the eroticism of it adds new fire to her orgasm, and renews her cries of passion. Somehow, I managed to retrieve ‘Mike’ and slip his condom off. I need him inside me now. Leaning forward I find my hole from behind and fuck myself. I lean fully forward and kiss her deeply. She manages to grip Mike with her thighs and I fuck myself to orgasm. It’s messy and I squirt. 

But then, so has she.

Tonight will be a night of ‘dirty sex’, whatever that is. I suppose it’s when we dip into depravity and do things ‘nice’ people wouldn’t dream of. Sometimes we can make love so gently that anyone watching it would weep. At other times, we are filthy, depraved, and violent almost. 

The end result is orgasm. Orgasm so profound, so deeply moving it changes consciousness. 

There are alternate universes. We have both been there.