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Chat Slave
(Anna Mann)

"You are a good slut, now, do you have a candle?"

Donna gasped, it was a rare request but she knew exactly what he was going to instruct, so few times she'd met his type before, he was experienced and confident, he had believed her when she had assured him she had very few limits... now he seemed determined to push.

"I have." she typed, then dashed away from the keyboard to the kitchen, flinging open the cupboard where a pack of white candles sat unwrapped. Clutching the pack and a box of matches she reappeared on her screen and began to unwrap.

"Light one!" she hardly needed instruction. "Now slut, it is time to test your boasting, you say you never refuse... so drip the hot wax onto your exposed clit."

She swallowed hard, an involuntary gulp of shock, no-one had ever told her to drip the molten wax onto her hyper sensitive clit before. Her nipples had been coated so many times in the past, and she knew that after the first couple of drops the pain would dull as the wax solidified creating a shield. 

But the first drip burns like hell she reminded herself, so how is it going to feel on my clit?

Her fingers felt numb as she struck the match, the wick flared and as she stared intently at her screen she eased back her fleshy hood and took a deep breath.

"Hold the candle close," he typed, "If you hold the candle too high the wax will cool before it touches you."

She knew he was correct, once she had held the candle high and the first drop had felt only mildly warm as it splashed across the top of her prominent nipple, it was something she had been seriously considering... but he had effectively closed that option.

"Closer!" his command popped up as the spluttering candle hovered six inches above her most intimate and sensitive skin.

"Oh my God!" she whispered and lowered her hand until the flame was only a couple of inches away, then gritting her teeth she tipped the end.

A scream escaped her lips as a trickle flowed over the damp pinkness, Donna doubled over and dropping the candle she clasped her hand over the fire that was suddenly raging through her sex. The pain was immediate and intense, beads of sweat formed on her brow, a wave of nausea washed over her as her head spun.

"Do it again!" the order flashed up on her screen.

"Oh fuck." she hissed and lifted her covering fingers as the solid wax cap cracked away to leave exposed and red skin.

"Do it slut!"