Playing with Fire: Igniting your Primal Fear
From a flickering candle, to a blazing inferno, there’s no doubt that fire elicits one of our most primal human reactions. And as a Mistress who loves to provoke, I just happen to have the power of fire at My divine finger tips.
As a self-confessed pyrophiliac, there are few things I enjoy more than seeing the fear flicker in the eyes of a helpless slave as he realises I’m approaching with the hottest of cruel intentions. He can already taste fear. He’s about to feel the heat.
So I thought I’d take the opportunity to educate and inform you of some of the more unique and specialised forms of fire play in which I’m highly skilled. Come with Me as we delve deeper into the fear-inducing realms of fire.
My top methods of fiery torment
Blow torch: From the violent hiss and spit of the exhaling fuel, to the vibrant jet of white flame propelled from within…the blow torch packs a terrifying punch in My stern grasp. How much can you take and how close will I get?
Fire Wands: Usually reserved for the realm of the fire-eater, these paraffin soaked kevlar wands also make an appearance within My dungeon. You’ll smell the distinctive aroma of fuel before you hear the strike of a match. Drawing on your skin with naked flame leaving trails of fire in their wake, or the ultimate means of inflicting a searing spanking, these wands mean business.
Devil’s Fire: Imagine watching a needle heated until it’s white hot, right before it’s placed onto your quivering flesh. Will the pounding of your heart drown out the audible pop as the metal makes contact with your skin? The tiniest stigmata remains…a precious, yet almost invisible memento of your fiery ordeal. For the endorphin addicts amongst you, it’s worth noting that this is one way to elicit a super serotonin high. I’ll spare you the science.
Combustibles: Of course I like to keep a few tricks up my elegant sleeves but it might interest you to know that I have perverted a whole host of everyday flammables for My sadistic entertainment…and yours too.
As you can see these methods are not for the feint of heart, the above forms of temperature play are right on the edge. Fire is cruel Mistress indeed. And who knows, one day it’s the tiniest drop of warm wax, the next you’re be craving My initials branded across your butt as you slide down the scorching hot slope of fire fixation.
Which brings Me nicely onto a particularly vivid account courtesy of My long-suffering pyro slave.
Memorable moments in session with Lady Lola
The first time I saw Lady Lola in her full red latex catsuit with red knee-high boots and red latex corset, she was fire personified. Absolutely stunning, and a sight that still mesmerises me every time I see it!
Hung by my ankles, hands tied...on more than a few occasions this has been my predicament. There is a different view of the dungeon coupled with the strains of being inverted. Mistress lovingly prepares her instruments, my gaze in line with her boots as she approaches, fuel soaked fire wands in her grasp.
The single flame of a humble candle suddenly gives life to a ball of naked flame at her fingertips. I feel vulnerable, like a slave sacrifice. The room is dimly lit and my attention is drawn to flame. There is a brief glint in Mistress's eye and she lowers herself down in front of me, crouching in front of my wide-spread legs. I cannot resist looking down as best I could but trepidation grows as I fear where the fire will touch next. Hypnotised by the flame and its reflection on her latex i am shook from my trance by a suddenly flash of flame between my legs and a shock of heat as she rapidly shakes the fire wand between them. I fear to struggle or move in case I make things worse. Then she stops and I can see the fire, the heat gets more intense. The fire wand is held millimetres from my cock and balls… she gently, and seductively, blows the flame towards me.
I am stood before Mistress, unrestrained but under orders to hold my arms rigidly out to the side, weights straining in each hand. Taking her time, Mistress prepares a candle and slowly lights it, enjoying the flickering shadows cast in the semi-darkness, my arms, neck and shoulders can already feel the strain. Mistress brings the candle first under one arm and then the other and proceeds, in turn, to run the flame over the quivering flesh of my tiring arms. There is a singing of hair and a crackling from the candle flame and Mistress offers simple advice - "Do not lower your arms slave". Time will tell how long before that becomes impossible. I can raise them but unfortunately the candle follows me.
There is also the tale of the chilli lube...enough said about that! It can go many places and once applied the only thing that can be done is suffer until finally the searing burning sensation subsides.