The girl could hear him stirring just beyond the shut door and she waited for him to come to her. Unsure why he has found displeasure in her, she accepts whatever is about to come her way because she loves him. Everything goes absolutely quiet and she quickly glances over at the door, she sees a flickering glow coming closer.
Her Sir very cautiously opened the door and she immediately dropped her eyes and placed her hands properly behind her lower back. Her mind racing, an hour earlier she shared a story with he Sir about a previous lesson about her having to chase a ball and how she felt the overpowering sense of Domination. Her heart was pounding. She simply wanted to know why she was being punished. Confused, she shifted her little pose as he set a tray on the table across from her.
The lights were cut and the room instantly fell to a raven black. The moment froze and she searched eagerly for him. He let the mood linger in that absolute pitch black darkness because he wanted this moment to sink into her. A voided space where she was alone. Of course she was freely able to stand up and do as she chose and roam amongst the others. There was nothing keeping her tied to this room. It was her choice to be there.
“Sir, I don’t understand?” And as soon as she said those words, she immediately bit her lower lip. She knew when and how to wait for his turn. She has had previous training and knows the absolute basic rules. ~I shouldn’t speak without permission~ She repeated that over and over in her head. Her submission wasn’t always this intense and most times she was allowed to speak freely and openly with her Sir.
Being in this room in such a formal manner, she knew the rules. Still, there was silence. She debated to get up and find that door and disappear. There is an agreement between the Dominant and submissive that at any time if she asks to go or leave, she is granted such permission, without question. Her mind still racing, she still couldn’t understand why telling him a simple story of Domination/submission would cause such a harsh reaction. Her stomach was tied completely in knots and this unsettled feeling was beginning to trigger something within.
She was on the verge of crying and tried to keep it to herself. Silently, she took some deep breaths trying to calm herself, retracing the story in her mind over and over again. The tears very softly welling in her eyes, she was afraid to blink. In that instant, it was an absolute stream of warm salty tears that bounced from her cheek to her lap. Her heart was breaking. The moment was slowly starting to sink and settle into her.
Alone in that room with his submissive he wanted nothing more than wrap her up and curl her onto his lap. The story she shared with him was her submission with a previous Master and truly had nothing to do with them, but he needed to make it crystal clear that such displays won’t be tolerated. To some, a harsh display, but he knows what he wants and how to train. Although she spoke very eloquently and relayed the events of a previous lesson with profound beauty, she was about to know of his command.
*With the flick of a match*
He finally spoke to her. “Baby, look at this flame.” She slowly looked up at him and a rush of relief completely filled every inch of her. In the closeness of that light he could see that she had been crying. He reached with a thumb and pulled the wetness from her cheek. His demeanor was soft and caressing, and with that, the knots in her immediately dissolved. Sugar dissolving in steaming hot water. She settled almost instantly and was eager to learn from her Sir.
*he brought the flame to a distant candle on the far part of the room*
This candle represents your previous trainings and things you’ve once learned. The candle was set far back and of not good quality as the flame struggled to stay lit. Her Sir let it struggle and she watched the narrow flame barely illuminate even the corner of their chamber. He knelt closely to her and his cologne instantly filled her little body. The ache was starting. He said, “look at that flame struggling to stay lit over there. Yes, it still barely holds the life of the fire in its hands. Tonight you shared a story with me from that candle. I understand you were simply sharing a story, but from now on, the only stories you’ll need to be writing will be between us.” He tilted her chin upward and their eyes locked. It was starting to make some sense, but a piece of her still feels like she could have been warned not to share.
*He lights the most beautifully adorned crimson cranberry block of wax*
He places this candle at the foot their bed on a tray lined with cinnamon. The scent of cranberries and cinnamon were exotic. She instantly shot her eyes to the bed and traced the edges of the frame. The room was filled now with a hard almost forceful flame that grabbed attention. Her Sir let the candle melt just the very top layer of wax. He brought the tray and set it down right in front of her. She knew not to move. With firm grasp he picked up the candle with two hands and hovered it above her. “Love, I do not want you to move.” He very softly removed her top exposing her breasts. He had even taken the time to find her favorite hair clip and he pinned her beautiful hair back and away. She now smelled the melting candle very close to her sensitive skin.
He paused and waited for her body to feel the chill of that room. He said, “This candle represents the hours you’ll spend pleasuring me.” He truly tried to make just a tiny drop of wax hit her shoulder, and he swears he tried, but a thin blade of wax slid down the curve of her spine. She immediately arched, the pain seared her attention and she felt a rush of comfort, but she couldn’t help but to jerk forward. “I said, don’t move love” and just as quickly as the burning rolled down her body, she felt the wax harden.
He tilted the candle again, but this time the burning was replaced with a soft warmth. The layers of wax built up on her skin and it felt absolutely refreshing. Whispering, “our time in this room will be filled with amazement. Our bodies will feel dizzying pleasure. Trust that my intentions are to bring us joy.” This was the moment she had been craving her entire life.
A Sir completely in control of her wanting. Very firmly he held her jaw and shifted her eyes. “Now tell me love, which of these candles do you prefer?” Her eyes shot over to the corner, the flame still struggling. It wasn’t that one candle was larger or prettier than the other, you could just tell that this crimson cranberry one had a certain glow or polish. She answered her Master simply using her eyes and she smiled.
At first she struggled to understand why telling her Sir a story of that other candle was such a problem with him. Yes they are both candles that hold flame, but there is a true and brilliant difference. She shifted and sat there thinking. She needed to say something to him, but didn’t.
*her eyes followed his back to the table*
With a single movement he turned holding what appeared to be a mosaic of glittering little sparkles etched with a see-through kind of candle. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her eyes simply couldn’t stop staring. It was tall and obviously made of something other than just simple bees wax. This candle had been especially designed, almost commissioned. He peeked up over the top of it with a bright beautiful smile and said, “this is for you love.”
Those tears welled again and it didn’t take a blink to shed them down her cheek. He brought the beautiful display and set it in her lap. With a full and deliberate force he squarely and completely kissed her untouched lips. That touch, with this gift , was too overwhelming. She hiccuped spoke, “Sir, I am so sorry for mentioning that over there.” She wouldn’t allow her eyes to break away from his. “I am completely yours,” she lowered her eyes.
In that instant, he knew, she understood. He asked her to watch as he lifted her chin. The second the flame hit the wick a bright almost glowing purple filled the room. “Now watch love.” After a few minutes the candle’s flame had changed color. This time the room was filled with a brilliant orange glow like sunset. She looked at him, and he was truly smiling watching the candle change colors and become even more prettier than it was on its surface. Like his eyes, truly fascinated her, she couldn’t stop staring at him. The room was now a brilliant ruby in color and the reflection from him was unmistakable. He very slowly lifted the candle, “now for the best part.” Her eyes followed his and he had her bring her breasts forward. He tilted the candle. She was very wanting. She arched slowly and knew it was going to sting, but craved the attention.
The first thing she noticed was this intense lavender color. He dripped the wax and as it fell it got even brighter. Her breath was stolen. There was no sting or contrast to her skin. Instead, her body was instantaneously flooded with absolute pure warm pleasure. The touch of the melted wax from this candle brought her to the edge of an orgasm. She needed more. He smiled, “this candle holds something special within. Yet, the wax is limited and cannot be wasted. It will take just a little bit of its liquid to fill your entire body with pleasure.” He very carefully poured the heat and when it pooled in her belly button, her clit was overrun with sensation and she pressed her hips downward. Her Master touched and his thumb mixed with wax and he gave her an overpowering wave of pleasure.
Clearly out of breath. She gasped to gain her position again. Sir placed the candle in her hands and blew out the flame. She watched, the candle somehow went back to its original shape. She shot a surprised look at him. He smiled and said, “cherish its gift.”
He lifted her from he kneeling position and had her crawl over to blow out that candle in the corner. “That candle at one point in your life had been special and I’m sure you never thought by sharing a story from it, would trigger anything but happiness.” He paused and stared at her as she pleaded with heavy eyes. “Love, I know your intention was to simply share a story.” Looking over her shoulder as she crawled and inched up closer, she paused because she needed her Sir, this Sir. Just as she reached with an extended finger to extinguish the flame, the candle simply died. She shot a look to her Sir , she didn’t fully understand how he did it, but there he was with a smile or half grin with his back turned to her.
So this story is very deep. I was asked to read it, and answer these questions as well. I answer all my questions as honestly as I can. I might not know the true answer, and perhaps there is no right answer. These are my answers as I came to understand this story. I don’t know who wrote the story, but in its own unique way it held meaning!
How can you separate the things you’ve learned with the new teaching you’re receiving?
It isnt hard to separate them. Sometimes it takes practice to keep trying to push them aside. It can be done if someone is determined. It isnt about forgetting what you learned. It isnt about saying that it never happened, or shouldn’t be a pleasant memory. It is simply about putting it in the past, and moving on to something new and possibly better. I believe truly when a submissive moves on to a new Dominant that it is time to be rebuilt. You must push aside your teachings, because your new Dominant will want to train you to his pleasures. What was pleasant for one Dominant might not be for the next.
What if you find yourself in a relationship that is not satisfying, how long do you wait for things to turn around?
I think you address your needs again, and then discuss them with your Dominant. If the needs for both are far too different then you must immediately move on. It isnt fair to keep both tied down! Never settle!
Your thoughts keep going back to a previous Dominant, do you tell the current person or do you keep it to yourself?
I think if your thoughts keep going back to a previous Dominant you really need to sit down and find out why! It isnt a bad thing to reminisice but there could be something gong in subconciously that might need to come about. Once you figure out why you should fix it. I think if your Dominant truly cares, they want to know everything. It isnt a submiissives place to hide things from her Dominant, so she should tell him what is bothering her about this. How else can she be truly his if she isnt open and honest all the time.
When you commit to your Dominant is it ok to share all of your experiences?
I think ultimately your Dominant will want to know everything. In my experience a good Dominant wants to know everything about his submissive. On a deep and intimate level. I suggest asking your Dominant what you should share, and what not. Perhaps he wants to know only why the relationship previously didn’t work. Perhaps he doesn’t want to know what you were trained like, or your happy memories from it. I suppose it depends on the Dominant, and your relationship to them!
What if during a lesson you find yourself needing to voice a concern or comment, how do you know when to say something
When it comes to a lesson I find paitently waiting until Sir has finished speaking before I ask if its alright to ask a question, or to address a concern. Most often my Sir or even my mentor is kind enough to let me speak. I always am eager to take their advice!