Hot Wax

Hot Wax
This scene report was first published in the soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm newsgroup.

March, 2001

I had my first hot wax scene this past weekend. Mind you, once before someone had poured hot wax on me...just poured and poured it in the same place 'til I yelled "fucking too hot yellow!". And the scraping off of the wax with his knife was definitely nice, but it was not really a scene like the one I experienced on Saturday. Keep in mind, too, that I am quite the wimp about pain and wasn't really sure how much hot I could handle. Also, though the man topping me was an acquaintance and someone known to be experienced in this, it was the first time we had done any kind of scening together.

I was laying on plastic garbage bags laid on the medical table at a private venue. Though the table was laid flat, it still had a bit of lift at the head end and that was enough for me to keep slipping down as the bags on the padding were pretty slippery. I found that bracing my feet against the stirrups helped and I was able to settle comfortably on my stomach.

He, call him G, kept talking to me as he drizzled the first of the hot wax on my back. It was hot, but not unpleasantly so, and as he covered my back, I felt a relaxing warmth sinking deep into my body. Occasionally, I would giggle as some dripped down my sides, but mostly I just felt all soft and warm.

When my back was covered and the wax was beginning to harden but still warm, he started peeling it off. I don't know about you, but that was as good as the waxing itself; especially when I could feel strips dragging softly across my back. Funny, I could feel cool air hitting my back at that point but I was still too warm deep down to feel chilled. G commented that my back felt warm and had a rosey hue so it was on to the second round.

Of course, what I didn't know and wasn't prepared for was that my back was now quite sensitive. G warned me of this, but I still hissed from the shock of the heated wax. This time it was sharp and burning. More wax and more moaning as the heat seemed to burn sharply then immediately subside to a dull ache. Again and again as more wax dripped and drizzled in dots of sharp burning pain.

And again, that wonderful tickling, soothing, pulling, caressing feeling as the wax was peeled off my back, which was now, G informed me, quite warm and red. The dull ache was still there, though it was now a warm dull ache accompanied by that floaty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Of course, a few sprays of alcohol on my very warm back were just the pick-me-up for the third round.

The third was the charm. Frankly, the details kind of blur together here. There was searing hot and deep warm and drips tickling down my sides and back and I know I the hissing had changed to moaning and I couldn't answer questions in complete sentences anymore. It was good.

I think I melted with the wax at the last peeling and alcohol spraying. G used a paint stirrer to scrape the wax from my back. Funny, I remember the scratching sound more than the feeling. Please Sir, I want some more.