Wax Play Session

They flinch at the first drop. It hurts. It always does. That’s the point. They want it.

Another drop. Then another. The sting builds. Their body fights, breath hitching, hands gripping the edge of the table even though they asked to be restrained.

It’s actually not easy for them, but they crave the fight against the burn. It is not not about being still, it’s about enduring. Masochists love to endure! That's what makes them proud.

And slowly, it changes. Their breathing slows. The pain doesn’t soften, but their confidence grows.

Somewhere in the middle of the session, they stop flinching. They start sighing. Moaning. Floating. Their version of subspace. Not from giving in, but from pushing through.

Afterwards, they’re out of it, high and peaceful. Eyes glassy, voice low, skin warm and wax-covered. They look like a Pollock!

This is how they reset. Not in silence, but through pain.