Valentine’s Day started off with a session and I was inspired to focus on the colour red. I wonder why? LOL!
My collared slave connor was the lucky recipient of My attention on this special day and his back was the canvas for My work. First of all My canvas had to be primed and I spent the best part of 40 minutes or so using My delicious range of floggers to bring the skin to a suitable glowing level. A couple of leather paddles also worked wonders in bringing out the beautiful shade of red.
With My canvas well primed, I was ready for the next stage of My creation. A thin smear of Finalgon across the glowing shoulder blades would add some more heat on top of the heat from the white candle I was ready to inflict by dripping the wax into a heart pattern. I purposely left the lower part of the skin pale and uncoloured – the wax would be significantly felt in that area in a different way to the glowing “primed” area further up *winks*.
With the heart shape outlined in a suitable amount of white wax, the finishing touch was a red-orange coloured tealight soy candle. It was runny enough to add a lovely highlight to My artwork – almost like a bleeding heart *GRINS*. Despite My slave squirming from the heat, I managed to keep the heart relatively symmetrical.
At the conclusion of the session in mid-afternoon, My slave accompanied Me to Chevron Island where W/we relaxed and enjoyed a yummy late lunch with a glass of champagne (for Me). slave tate joined U/us around 4pm where W/we remained until just before 6pm.
To finish off My Valentine’s Day, I had an extended predicament bondage session in the evening which was the perfect end to an already fabulous celebration.
This slave was bound in a full rope harness, hooded and blindfolded. I attached a rope from his balls to his ankles and every time he moved or got over excited, his legs moved which in turn pulled the rope and increased the pressure on his scrotum. Tormenting his nipples of course did not help him keep still… *WEG*.
To add to his frustration, all he could do was guess where I was as carpet can be softly walked on without making a sound. Every now and again he would jump as My bare foot teased his cock or My fingers and nipple clamps suddenly tormented his nipples.
By the time the session ended, My slave headed off in a very happy headspace and I was ready to wind down after a wonderful day with My collared slaves.