Walking up the stairs, I felt apprehension in every step, knowing that whatever would lie ahead was out of my hands. Only you knew what would happen once I walked into the bedroom, and you never tell me, never warn me. I put my trust in you, knowing that you will bring me pleasure whenever we walk this path together. I know the new candle will be played with today. We’ve only played with it a little before, and yesterday I asked if there was chance to play today...

Had I been out of my mind to ask? I never ask for anything, even though you tell me to and ask me what I want often.

I get undressed and prepare the room. You’re downstairs for what seems like such a long time. You come in and undress in seconds. My nerves do not calm at all as I see the bowl of ice you’ve brought with you. All I can think of is the red candle. I’ve got out a tall glass holder for it and it sits on the table at the side of the bed. Your arms around me reassure me. The nerves and apprehension fall away as your hands caress me and our mouths meet. I lay on the bed and I know that whatever you have planned will bring me pleasure that months ago I never thought I would ever feel.

You light the candle and the smell of the burning reaches me along with the sound of gentle spluttering as it melts. Expecting the wax, and even the ice, my mind goes into overdrive as you tell me to pass you the flogger. I look into your eyes and know over and above the words you are speaking to me that today I won’t be surprised if I feel the crop and your hand as well as the flogger before we are finished.

The trickle of wax on my body focuses my mind on pain and pleasure, heat turning to chill as you rub me with ice. My stomach tingles and twists as you trickle down my torso, a taste of what is to come - a torment!

You tell me to turn over to my usual position, head right down, arms outstretched, not knowing what is to follow. My mind follows the sound of the movements behind me and the spluttering candle. I feel myself tense as I wait for whatever comes. Flogger and wax follow along with your hand, gently caressing the heated flesh with the ice cubes. My mind follows, but not as I flow with the pain and the pleasure your hands give me right through my body, bringing me the ecstasy only you ever have, taking me beyond anything I have experienced until you. The wax cooling with the ice, I feel the heat calming. But still there the marks of your flogging remain. You turn me over, and I see in your eyes your pleasure.

I try to calm my breathing as I hear the swish of the flogger as you move as I lay there, eyes now closed not wanting to know what will happen next. Flogger? Wax? The silence lengthens and then… Thwack! On my breast. Then the other… and again... and again until my moans fill the room as you dribble the wax over my nipples. The heat warms… spreading before being taken away suddenly as you rub me with the ice. My