There is a folded handkerchief next to this, which I also grab and shake out open. Then when I return to Brian’s side I pull his legs apart and move between them.
“Okay, slave, bend your knees and spread your legs out wider for me. I want total access to you for this part. Make like a frog on a dissecting board.”
Whimpering with trepidation, Brian complies. Though drops of sweat tremble on his forehead and tears are still leaking from the corners of his eyes, he splays himself completely out and then once again raises his hips to me, obedient to both my intentions and the compulsion of his masochism. Giving him another smile of approval, I lay a gentling hand on his inner thigh, high up toward his proffered crotch. Then I pour that scalding wax all over his oh-so vulnerable balls, once a
