His Favorite Toy in a Femdom Setting
She dimmed the lights and brought the candles closer, their scent heavy with lemons.
He lay on his stomach, legs spread and body resting between her knees, as she sat on his thighs and admired how the candles reflection glinted off his naked skin.
"Why do you like candles so much?" she asked, picking up the candle on the table beside her.
"I just do." He replied innocently.
She didn't fully understand his fascination, but the anticipation in his voice ramped up when she poured the warm oil over his back.
It was her first time using a candle as such a toy and she hadn't yet seen what all the fuss was about. But after watching his reaction as warmth seeped between her fingers, she began to reconsider.
Smoothly, she spread the warming oil over her hands, then tenderly placed her palms against his shoulder blades, massaging him as the oil pooled on his lower back.
He tensed and groaned, inhalations becoming more pronounced as her fingers danced across his supple skin.
As his intimacy increased, he grabbed the sheets, fingers greedily gripping. She moved lower, following his hands and rubbing a generous amount of oil over his ass.
Fascinated, she pressed her fingertips into his hips while keeping his thighs held down, their connection slick with oil.
She moved closer to his ear, lips curved in a smile, inhaling his musky scent and the intermingling smell of oil.
"Does this feel good?" she asked, tracing her lips along his ear as his head nodded enthusiastically.
She listened to the words, her lips pressing against his cheek. Amusement tickled her as she continued.
Lowering her thumbs to his stomach, she slathered the oil over his torso, admiring his beautiful body in the dim light of the candles.
His eyes were glassy and unsteady. They caught her hands as she tried to move them up his limbs.
"They look so fine." She whispered, pursing her lips against his earlobe. "But I'm still unsure."
Edging her hands down his side, she suddenly realized his awkward position. Crouching over him, she picked up a candle.
The wick was on fire. He breathed shakily through pursed lips, watching anxiously as smoke whirled out and red wax dripped onto his chest.
She kissed his forehead, murmuring soothingly. Nodding his head, he urged, "Use it. Use the wax."
She complied, dripping a small amount onto her wrist, then pressing it against his neck. The wax slowly spread, cooling on his skin.
His entire body was in her control. She'd never seen anything so beautiful. But why was he begging for her to pour the wax all over his cock?
"I'm not sure." He said, eyes wide.
She couldn't find a good reason to deny him. Leaving the camera to play, she used the wax candle on herself, safely indulging in the feeling of warm wax.
"Did you enjoy it?" she questioned, near his waist.
"Yes." He confirmed, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Use it!" she instructed, placing the candle on the table and picking up her oil candle.
As she rubbed the liquid into her palms, he gripped the sheets again. She pressed her palm closer to his manhood, slowly rubbing oil over his shaft.
The process was mesmerizing, as he thrashed his hips helplessly beneath her.
"You make me feel so good." she breathed, his groans deepening as she softly rubbed the oil into his dick and scrotum.
"Pour it." he begged, hot wax landing with careful precision on his balls.
She paused, looking concerned. "I can't believe it, it'd be a shame to deprive you." She then poured the molten oil over his private area.
His reaction was spectacular. Groaning intensely he overcame his paralysis, grabbing her hips urgently.
She froze, gently smiling at him, before changing tack. "It's better this way, but I'm still suspicious."
She didn't need to tell him why.
"Roll over." His voice trembled, anticipation bursting from him.
Almost instantly his body was plunged into silence, straining to see where her fingers went.
"Do you want your dick waxed?" she asked, rendering him the ability to move.
"Yes." His voice was eager, his hands falling loosely on the sheets, splayed out.
His chest was the first part of him she worked on, red wax spreading across his pectorals. His breathing was choppy, eyes shut.
Next came his arms, his belly, his inner thighs. She tempered her movements, fulfilling his secret desires.
Lastly, she dripped a few drops on his feet, rubbing the oil over his heels. His hands grabbed her waist, holding her in place.
Getting up, she returned to his side. His gaze was disheveled, finger tips clenched tight on the sheets. She sat centimeters away from his lips.
"I wanted this all along," she said, leaning in, "But you just didn't say the words."
His lips moved and he panted, "In what way?"
She stroked his shoulder and grinned, "The one with the warm oil."
At first, I had the same thought as you. But then I found myself liking it. She teased the head of my penis with her thumb as I tightened my grip on the sheets.
"Wow, your penis really looks amazing. It gleams. I've never seen you glow so much down here," she said, biting her lips as I responded to her touch.
From a woman's perspective...
With each gasp and flinch he made, I felt myself getting wetter. Each whimper he uttered only fueled my lust for him.
The effect the candles had on his body was unexpected, but a stunning visual for me. It was obvious how much he loved this toy.
I watched him make noises of pleasure as I massaged his length, my eyes glued to the hardened wax on his nipples.
His eyes clouded over, and I knew it was time.
His penis became rock hard. His moans became louder and shriller. The sounds his erection made under my touch were just as captivating as his whimpers.
"You'll figure out which one you prefer," I whispered in his ear, kissing his chest as I stroked him with my left hand.
His eyes flared wide, matching his mouth while I removed the wax from his nipples.
"It hurts a bit," I told him as I ripped off the wax from his other nipple.
"Should I stop?" I asked with a kiss on his neck while I continued to stroke his member. "No, I like this one better."
"Do you prefer this?" I whispered, caressing other nipples covered in hardened wax as I jerked off his shaft.
"Yes!" He cried out as I removed the wax from his other nipple.
"You're almost ready to blow," I said, watching his thighs tremble and feeling his erection twitch in my hand.
"Faster," he begged, and I leaned back, drawing my fingers over the wax on his stomach.
"This feels incredible! I'm going to cum!" He groaned, clutching the sheets tightly as he arched his back and lifted his head off the pillow, gazing at my fingers.
I ripped off the wax from his stomach, listening to him moan, "I'm about to come!"
"Baby, I'm about to come! Give me permission!" He begged and whined, urging me to go faster as I ran my fingers over his right thigh.
"You like that so much, huh?" I asked, watching his eyes remain transfixed on my fingers as I stopped jerking him.
"Yes! I adore it!" He cried out, causing me to remove the wax and watch a pool of ejaculate form as his whole body jittered from orgasm.
I started stroking his penis again, gently squeezing out the last few drops of semen.
He growled, grasping the sheets with both hands. He bit his lip, allowing his body to relax into the bed.
"You're such a good boy," I murmured, leaning in for a kiss as I rubbed my hand coated in semen on his stomach.
"These candles have made me a fan of your favorite toy as well." I whispered against his parted lips, sinking into a deep kiss.