Waxing Poetic
Jul. 2nd, 2007 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
topthemonkeySo as the rather humorous subject line of this post goes, yesterday the Monkey got their first dose of waxplay at my hand. There was nothing poetic about it, but it was a rather hot scene (again, no pun intended). The monkey was on her stomach, in a hog-tie restraint (all the cuffs locked), and gagged tightly with his favorite ball gag. I started the waxplay, with a votive candle resting on the Monkey's back. She snapped her fingers, (which translates to yellow) and expressed (after I de-gagged him) that they were afraid of me leaving the candle in contact with their skin. So this required a change of tack:
I took his large butt plug, and told the monkey she was going to have to wear it (after all, why had she brought it if not). The monkey called yellow at one point, was crying, gasping at this point, but I looked him in the eye, and told him, once and only once: "Take it. That's an order. You know where you'll be going if you break a direct order." (*) There were a lot of tears, and quite a bit of Astroglide, and some slowdown to what I might expect later in the future, but the plug finally was placed in.
Once it was in, I returned to the wax. I tried with a regular unscented taper candle, but the steady drip-drip-drip was too much (and not unlike a hot version of the Chinese Water Torture) and the monkey called the final "yellow" of the evening. So I decided to go with the "let it melt and toss it" method, which basically involves throwing the wax from one candle while waiting for the other to melt (and also, carefully scuplting the candles as they soften for optimal speed-melting). The more candles you get in rotation, the larger the dosage per-shot. In this case I would say it was about a half-teaspoon per. We went through most of two scented votive candles, mostly along the back and butt, but a few splashes along the arms, and even one carefully down the monkey's right cheek. This went on for a while, until I would estimate I had a 75 percent coverage of her back. Once the "Shell" was good and hard, I took the crop, and shattered most of the wax over her with five or six well-placed but relatively light strikes. The monkey expressed some discomfort at her plug, so I removed it, and then threw some more wax just for good measure, and removed her restraints and brought her downstairs while I made dinner.
He mentioned that he had been in and out of sub-space several times during the scene (but later mentioned that they didn't feel I did enough "aftercare" (i.e. resassurance and cool-down post-scene).)
(The astute reader will note I am swapping gender-pronouns. They refer to the same individual, but this is something we engage in in the bedroom, and since the purpose of this journal is to be nothing less than candid, the practice will hold here.)
Later that night, and after dinner, as we were cuddling and getting ready for bed, I ordered him to lick my nipple for a while. it got me quite aroused so I had the monkey go down on me, fucking her mouth until I came. Before I unloaded, I told her: "You're going to swallow, or it's the basement." She got me off, and she really tried hard, but her gag reflex was too strong and she coughed it back out on me.
I felt so bad for her, there was a part of me that wants her trained in this, but at the same time, she's trying very hard, so as she lay down next to me, depressed, I rubbed the monkey head for good luck, and told her that I could ask nothing more than her best, and that she would learn, eventually, and she was not going to be punished because she had tried.
(*)I also find it amusing to note that it's been at least a few days since the monkey has needed her behavior corrected in any manner. Clearly, this one adapts well and learns quickly. And like any space monkey, they know that the first rule is that you do not ask questions. :)
My name is D, and I am in love with a space monkey.
I took his large butt plug, and told the monkey she was going to have to wear it (after all, why had she brought it if not). The monkey called yellow at one point, was crying, gasping at this point, but I looked him in the eye, and told him, once and only once: "Take it. That's an order. You know where you'll be going if you break a direct order." (*) There were a lot of tears, and quite a bit of Astroglide, and some slowdown to what I might expect later in the future, but the plug finally was placed in.
Once it was in, I returned to the wax. I tried with a regular unscented taper candle, but the steady drip-drip-drip was too much (and not unlike a hot version of the Chinese Water Torture) and the monkey called the final "yellow" of the evening. So I decided to go with the "let it melt and toss it" method, which basically involves throwing the wax from one candle while waiting for the other to melt (and also, carefully scuplting the candles as they soften for optimal speed-melting). The more candles you get in rotation, the larger the dosage per-shot. In this case I would say it was about a half-teaspoon per. We went through most of two scented votive candles, mostly along the back and butt, but a few splashes along the arms, and even one carefully down the monkey's right cheek. This went on for a while, until I would estimate I had a 75 percent coverage of her back. Once the "Shell" was good and hard, I took the crop, and shattered most of the wax over her with five or six well-placed but relatively light strikes. The monkey expressed some discomfort at her plug, so I removed it, and then threw some more wax just for good measure, and removed her restraints and brought her downstairs while I made dinner.
He mentioned that he had been in and out of sub-space several times during the scene (but later mentioned that they didn't feel I did enough "aftercare" (i.e. resassurance and cool-down post-scene).)
(The astute reader will note I am swapping gender-pronouns. They refer to the same individual, but this is something we engage in in the bedroom, and since the purpose of this journal is to be nothing less than candid, the practice will hold here.)
Later that night, and after dinner, as we were cuddling and getting ready for bed, I ordered him to lick my nipple for a while. it got me quite aroused so I had the monkey go down on me, fucking her mouth until I came. Before I unloaded, I told her: "You're going to swallow, or it's the basement." She got me off, and she really tried hard, but her gag reflex was too strong and she coughed it back out on me.
I felt so bad for her, there was a part of me that wants her trained in this, but at the same time, she's trying very hard, so as she lay down next to me, depressed, I rubbed the monkey head for good luck, and told her that I could ask nothing more than her best, and that she would learn, eventually, and she was not going to be punished because she had tried.
(*)I also find it amusing to note that it's been at least a few days since the monkey has needed her behavior corrected in any manner. Clearly, this one adapts well and learns quickly. And like any space monkey, they know that the first rule is that you do not ask questions. :)
My name is D, and I am in love with a space monkey.
