From the Vault of Goddess Karen

I’ve sat on Santa’s lap and whispered naughty toys that I wanted into his ear. I’ve tied my beloved up in ribbons from our New Year’s Eve party and watched with amusement as he attempted to wriggle out. Now it’s February and what else is there to write about but the pinnacle, the summit, of great love? VALENTINE’S DAY.

My candy shall be fed to me by his hand. Enya will NOT be playing on my CD player; more like Mazzy Star or Portishead. My favorite flowers (gerber daisies, FYI) will grace the house amidst candles I got for Christmas (LOTS of them, too…my readers know how I feel about candles!)

Hmm… speaking of candles… it makes the Goddess think about wax. And wax can be lots of fun. Ever try it in dom play? For those of you that haven’t, allow me as always to illustrate…

First off, I would not subject my subjects to play I haven’t previously endured myself. Remember, I am a switch and played the sub role in the past. That’s what makes it so delightfully easy to get inside the head of a submissive. So before I drip wax onto the back of my beloved, I’ll let you in on my recent experience with the hot stuff.

I got a sphinx.

A sphinx is a front to back, all-over not-missing-a-hair wax that one gets below the border. This means no tuft, no landing strip, no cleverly shaped designs that you may favor (yes, gals request hearts & clovers to be sculpted on their mons, but if I wanted Lucky Charms I’d buy the cereal). Anyway an upscale salon near me provides every service I could desire. Pedicures to rival modern art, massages to die for, and friendly pain-filled waxing services. It’s Valentine’s Day after all so I can spread my legs for a good cause. My beloved had never laid eyes on a clean, sassy sphinx wax.

I imagine the procedure got its name from how one may have to pose while getting the wax, however the skilled technician I go to can accomplish the task without making me assume the position. The wax is HOT. The pain is delightful (to me). The vulnerable place I’m in reminds me none of us are immune to the calling of our most pulsing desires. It’s almost an erotic experience for me.

Before my beloved is privy to my intimate gift, he is obligated to endure a bit of wax play himself. It’s only fair. Taper candles are best, so rip them from your dining room centerpiece and light ’em up. Pillar candles work if they’ve been burning long enough to accumulate a decent pool of wax, but pillars are basically a one-trick pony. Good for a wide splash, but can’t rival tapers for the constant supply of wax.

Naked he lies. Face down on the carpet. We’ve placed a few contractor bags underneath him to protect the floor from wayward drips. Now we begin.

I sizzle my beloved with a dollop or two across his shoulders, just enough to acquaint him with the heat he is to endure. “I am at your service,” he murmurs respectfully, inhaling deeply as I send a string of wax beads down his spine. The higher you hold the candle the more time the wax has to cool before hitting the skin. I keep it close to his back. He feels the warmth of the flame as well as the hottest droplets I can produce. The wax is a French blue. I design a hawk-like figure across his shoulder blades. The process is like a molten tattoo.

“Yours,” he whispers from somewhere deep inside himself.

“Oh yes,” I reply.

The aforementioned pillar candle has had time to melt. I have a round little pool of wax that will dash just fine across his buttocks. I want there to be a pink slash after he peels off the wax to remind him of his ordeal.

This execution is more severe, but he must prevail. My boy has never said no. I tilt the pillar candle at an angle & let loose quickly with the wax. Goosebumps rise on his skin. He cries out and bites his hand. But he takes it. He always takes it.

And now his Valentine’s present. Access to my sphinx. Once he cleans up I am waiting for him, wet at his submission to me. This little scene has rewarded us both.

Pain and pleasure, my Readers. Hand in hand in the world of the Goddess. May you play safely and open your mind this lovely loving season.