23rd January 2016 - Sunday Snog - 16 Comments

The Kiss of Hot Wax – Something Brave Sunday Snog #BDSM @Totally_Bound


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I enjoyed using my artistic license, in last week’s Sunday Snog so I thought I’d do it again this week with another unusual kiss from Something Brave .

Blurb

Blushing, shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?

Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.

She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.

Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?

General Release Date: 17th November 2015

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Today’s kiss is the drip of hot wax on skin, enjoy!

“It’s looking good, Sir,” she responded. It did look good—felt good too, dried on her skin. “I don’t think it’s quite finished yet, though,” Sir pondered.

He held his chin in one hand, assessing her and his handiwork. Her nipples tightened, her stomach rolled and her clit tingled under his gaze.

“I like the minimalist look,” she squeaked. “You can easily over do a piece of artwork, you know.”

As much as the sensation of the drying wax was quite enjoyable, the intense burn of the impact was uncomfortable. Yes, it had led to a burst of endorphins and a pleasant buzz of euphoria, but she really would prefer to get fucked, if she was honest with herself.

Sir laughed and shook his head.

“Oh, Felicity, you have a lot to learn my sweet, sweet sub. You don’t tell me what to do, my love—especially when you forget to call me Sir.”

“Oh, no, Sir, I wasn’t. I mean, I’d never even think to. I was just—” “Shush,” he whispered. “I’m   thinking.”

He trailed his gaze along her body. Her heart thudded so hard she felt the vibrations from her head to her toes. Was she in even more trouble? What was he going to do next?

“More. It simply needs more.” He reached for the cabinet beside him and picked up one of the chunky white candles. He lifted it to an inch from his lips and blew softly. The flame flickered as his lips puckered. She imagined the feel of his breath on her skin as the glow danced and finally went out under the power of his air kiss.

He looked down at her and smiled then tipped the candle over his own upturned arm. He caught a spot above his pulse point, winced, righted the candle and put it back on the cabinet. He picked up the other and repeated the action, blowing out the flame softly and tipping it over his own wrist before picking up the other candle again, holding one in each hand. Once he was prepared, he turned his attention back to her.

“I’ve always been under the impression that more is more.” He held the candles high above her. “Never really been into the minimalist thing. I know, looking around, you might think differently, but I’ve only been here for a few months. I’m yet to really add my stamp to it.”

He tipped one candle casually.

“I need artwork and furniture and knickknacks. Maybe you could come shopping with me sometime, help me pick things out. You have an artistic eye.”

He tipped the candle farther and Felicity watched the stream of wax and tightened her body. It hit her stomach, just beside her belly button, and he swirled the candle round and round. The stream of heat spiraled, the pain escalated and she moaned, then screamed and writhed under it. He stopped.

“Would you like that?”

She stared up at him, blankly, her stomach on fire, the burning slipping down to her pelvis, lodging in a damp mess of desire between her thighs.

“Would you like to come art shopping with me this weekend?” He asked the question so casually, as if they were sharing a meal or a glass of wine together, as if she wasn’t tied down and covered in his tortuous marks of domination.

“Erm, yes, I would. I would, Sir. Thank you.” “Wonderful.”

He tipped both the candles and the molten streams trickled over each of her thighs. She strained against the cuffs as the lava-like liquid dribbled down, coating the already tender flesh then mixing with her own juices.

“I’ll pick you up about eleven.”

“Okay, Sir.” She panted, then a thought sparked in her brain through the pain. “Which day, Sir? I’m at a car boot sale on Sunday.”

It was a strangely mundane conversation to be having, in stark contrast to the kinky play they were indulging in.

“Saturday. I might come to the car boot on Sunday, though. I do like a good mooch through other people’s unwanted stuff. I love a bargain.”

If he hadn’t have tipped the candles again, she might have laughed at that. She didn’t imagine him to be the kind of man who’d enjoy a car boot. But as it was, the flame licking the agony of the hot wax on her stomach and red, raw thigh took all thought from her mind.

“Now that is looking better.” He grinned and put the candles back down on the side. When Felicity recovered her breath, she observed the white pools solidifying on her thighs and stomach like clouds or spilled milk or, as her mind strayed to darker, more sexual territory, it could be cum—lots of cum from several men.

“What are you thinking, Felicity?”

“What? I mean, pardon, Sir?” she flustered, wanting to hide her face in her hands, but unable to move them.

“You’re blushing again, Felicity, what are you thinking?”

“Oh, God, Sir.” She shook her head and turned her face away from him.  “Look at me and tell me what you’re thinking. It must be something wicked.” She gulped and slowly turned to face him.

“I saw the wax you’ve just covered me with, Sir, and I was thinking what it looked like.

It made me think of ejaculate, Sir, lots of it.”

“Oh, it was wicked.” He grinned. “Wickedly good. I may be able to cover you in a few strands of white cum, but that much would be a stretch. It would need multiple men to cover you in that much cum.”

Her cheeks flared with heat again, but she daren’t pull away from his gaze for fear of reprieve. She felt like she was burning up—almost wished she was—so she wouldn’t be under the intensity of his glare any longer.

“Would you like that, Felicity?”

How could she answer? She really didn’t want to answer, but she had to. “Yes, Sir.”

He closed his eyes and moaned.

“Fuck, that’s an image.” He licked his lips, shook his head and glanced back to the candles.

“Okay, one more and I think we’ll be finished.”

If you want more pick up a copy of Something Brave  and enjoy the first steps of a woman discovering her submissiveness.

Now, sit back and enjoy the other snogs today!

Authors, Feel free to add your snog to the list below. Just pick a kiss excerpt from one of your works (published or unpublished) and post it up on your blog. Use the Sunday Snog Banner, link back to this post then when you’ve posted it pop back here and add your URL to the list. It’s as simple as that! If you need any help at all please feel free to contact me victoria @ victoria blisse .co. uk (no spaces)

16 responses to “The Kiss of Hot Wax – Something Brave Sunday Snog #BDSM @Totally_Bound”

  1. Phaedra says:

    Great blog shared

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