Fire & Flesh: Naked Flame on Naken Flesh
I have always found Myself drawn to fire. From the flickering of a single candle to the roaring inferno of a campfire on a star-filled night. The romance, the risk, the ritual….
Magical evenings often begin when eyes meet over flickering candle light. Is it a first date, a meeting with a prospective slave or a chance encounter? The flame illuminates the blood red of My lips and the sadistic glint in My green eyes.
Electricity crackles between us and conversation soon turns to our darker, hidden desires. The flame dances in excitement as I describe the sordid acts I would take delight in subjecting you to… when I lure you back to My lair.
A sharp intake of breath and a flush in your cheeks…and suddenly I know I have your complete and utter attention. I am stroking the fire of your desire and all else fades away. You want nothing more than to please, serve and surrender to My every wicked whim.
Our dinner leads to your domination. My insatiable appetite is ablaze, and the delights of My dungeon are calling.
The cab journey goes by in a blink. Before you know it you are naked, exposed, and oh so vulnerable. The stage is set, flames flicker in every corner, casting shadows of whips, chains and your trembling limbs. The fragrance of Oud and leather lingers in the air.
You kneel before your Goddess. My fire ritual is about to begin.
A blindfold descends, and you’re plunged into darkness. I leave you alone for a moment of nervous contemplation. You lose all concept of time until My heeled steps return.
The scent of My leather.
The sound of a striking match.
Your eyes come into focus, and you stare up at Me in the soft light.
As I tower before you in my leather thigh-high boots, and curve-enhancing corset, you become ever-so aware of your own nudity and vulnerability. I instruct you to lay at My feet. Without thought you obey.
I begin running my soft fingers and sharp talons along your naked form, preparing your feeble flesh for what’s to come. Slowly and teasingly I sensitise your skin, setting your nerve endings ablaze.
By the time I pluck a single red candle from My golden candelabra, every fibre of your being is aroused. All you can do is lie still and take every touch as a precious gift. Submit to Me as your Mistress. Submit to Me as your Fire Goddess.
Holding the candle high above you, I let a single drop of wax fall… you groan and gasp…warm wax kisses rain down upon you. But my hot bite is still to come, the temperature is set to rise.
With a wicked grin, I lower the candle, hovering it over your nipples. A single warm droplet turns into a hot river of wax, you drown in adoration and desire. Your passion builds into an insatiable urge for a fiery ravine engulfing your most sensitive spots.
I come closer, the warmth of My breath on your tingling skin, as I whisper My cruel intentions seductively in your ear. You crave every inch of me, but the kiss of my candle is the only one you’ll ever be permitted to taste.
I put my lips together and blow... The physical flame is suddenly extinguished but your passions and desires burn brightly, hot and insatiable. This is merely the start of your journey under My cruel command.
My talents in this domain are abundant. I can summon and tame the blazing beast that is fire, stoking your primal urges and setting your senses ablaze.
No doubt I have your attention with the bright flicker of a single candle. Keep an eye out for My next blog. My pyro slave gives his unique slaves-eye-view as he shares intimate details of his submissive journey and its’ fiery delights; fire torches, devil’s fire, micro-branding, predicament bondage, flash cotton…blow torches. As a specialist in fire play I have many tricks up My sleeves.
Will you delve deeper into My world of fear-inducing fire play like a moth to the flame? Are you brave enough to experience it for yourself?