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by: catsnapping /1997 Stretched upon a cloth of black. The fire splashed across my back. My eyes were closed I felt its heat. A dancing pleasure oh so sweet. Besides me at my head He sat. Looking down upon His cat. Within my mind an image clear. His hand held mine, I felt no fear. My gift to Him was clearly seen. A fulfillment of a wonderous dream. The wax fell from a stranger's hand. A special treat my Master planned. I was in a world my own. As I whispered as I moaned. Pure joy as if riding high. I thougth of my love and I did sigh. How long was I in this state? We were one, it was our fate. Some looked upon it as a game. I was surprised I felt no shame. My only thought to meet His needs. I was enslaved but I'd been freed. Then came the ice a shock so cold. A feeling rare and oh so bold. Displayed for anyone to view. My love for Him oh so true. The fire danced upon my skin. It would stop and then again begin. My eyes were bound I could not see. When would it come, to what degree? Fire and ice was the strangers skill. And he did it well, I feel it still. In tiny drops, the liquid fell. As I felt my desire swell. And then a stream of was dripped. And I wanted him to quit. And I thought of my Master near. And my mind it was very clear. This is where I belong its right. Enjoying this feeling of sheer delight. And He took His knife of steel. And oh the panic I did feel. He lowered it to my tender breast. And peeled the wax it was the best. My hand entwined with that love of mine. A kiss, a touch and it was the time. For all this pleasure to come to an end. Thanking the waxer who was my friend. What a beautiful gift my Master gave. And in return I was so brave. I hope to come back again sometime. And dance with the fire and ice sublime. 
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