Candle Shop

 

Later, jacqueline was taken to the large bathroom, bridget cleaning her and brushing her hair. Her arms were tense as she held them apart from her form.

 

Anne Marie gave jacqueline a list when bridget guided her back. "You will go to the candle shop down the road and obtain these items, jacqueline."

 

jacqueline started, "Down the road?" she looked down, dismay on her face, at her large breasts perched bare and enormous over the pink corset and matching skirt.

 

Patting the slave's cheek, Anne Marie continued, "Yes, our road is secluded. No harm will come to you."

 

bridget gave jacqueline's hand a squeeze, and smiled encouragingly before tugging her to the front door. she swung the door open wide, and the midday sun illuminated the two pairs of slave breasts.

 

Clutching the list in her hand, jacqueline took a small step forward, and bridget closed the door, quickly isolating jacqueline outside in the world. she trembled and held her position for several minutes, watching and listening for any sounds of travel on the street.

 

Only the rustle of leaves and the twitter of sparrows reached her ears, so she walked down the front sidewalk. she felt weak as she realised Anne Marie did not give her directions to the shop, but as she approached the road, she could see that the residence was the last, as the road widened into a circle.

 

jacqueline brought her hands up to cover her breasts as she walked, but halted her movement, recognising the futility of the act and remembering the no-touching instruction at the same time. she drew in a deep breath, and straightened her back, walking with purpose. that purpose – demonstrating her slavery.

 

There were a few estates that she passed by, different styles of architecture, but all with a remote air, and jacqueline wondered if this

lane was a lifestyle community. Before long, she saw a cross street with a few shops on each corner.

 

she had enjoyed the walk, her breasts swaying in the warm sun, her nipples hard at the outdoor exposure. But as she grew near to the market place, she shook with doubt. she stopped for a moment, leaning against a bench, then she thought of the smile bridget gave her.

 

As she smiled to herself as if to answer the other slave, a man exited a

shop and turned to walk her way. she gasped and stepped behind the bench as if to hide, but of course her breasts could not be hidden.

 

The man caught sight of her, smiled broadly, and said, "Bon jour. Wonderful day for shopping." He stared down at her enlarged bust, raising up an eyebrow.

 

jacqueline blushed, and stammered out a bon jour, staring up past the man. So she was startled to feel him take her hand and trace over the ring before cupping her breasts.

 

"Chez Anne Marie?" he asked.

 

"oui, Monsieur," she replied.

 

He released her and remarked, "Perhaps we shall meet again. I hope so." Then he walked away down the road toward the residential area.

 

jacqueline sighed, relieved by the encounter, apparently she need not fear attack in her near-naked state. she glanced around quickly, spotting the candle shop just across for her position. Darting in the door, her nose taking in the aroma of wax and floral scents.

 

It was only just then she read the list. "12 white votives, 12 tapers in assorted colors, and 2 breast candles."  her face frowned in puzzlement at the last entry, then her reverie interrupted by a low masculine voice.

 

"May I help you?" It was a young man, brown hair, dressed in a long leather apron, splattered with a rainbow of wax.

 

jacqueline blushed again, and handed over the list.

 

"Mistress Anne Marie?" he asked, but didn't wait for a response. "These

will be erotic-use candles, then, not our decorative line."

 

He walked over to a section of the shop storing plain votives and tapers in soft colors. As he placed the candles in a box, he explained to jacqueline how he crafted them in parafin with only natural scents and dyes.

 

"Can't irritate sensitvie skin, you know," he stated. "Have you ever felt the heat of wax on your body?"

 

When jacqueline replied that she hadn't, the candlemaker continued, "Ah, then I will begin slowly."

 

"Begin what?" she asked, even as an understanding formed in her mind, recalling the last items on the list.

 

He placed the box on the counter and told jacqueline to follow him to the workshop, a large open area in the rear of the building where customers might see the candles being made. a large heavy wooden table was the main feature of the room, and a few full molds were cooling on the top. He moved the molds to a smaller work table and motioned for jacqueline to approach.

 

"The corset must come off," he said, spinning her so he could untie the garment and loosen the laces. After he removed it, he ordered her to lay on the table with her ass and ankles on the edge. From underneath, he pulled up straps through small slits in the wood and restrained her at the ankles, waist and over each shoulder.

 

"Are my breasts going to be candles?" jacqueline asked in a shaky voice.

 

'Yes, cherie,  very much so," he told her. To allay her fears, he demonstrated with a nearby taper, first dripping on his hand, then on her hand and inner arms. He held the candle high, so the temperature was not so hot.

 

After jacqueline relaxed, he sprayed her chest with a shiny oil. Then he took long wicks and bond each breast at the base, winding the string up around the mound, then circling the nipple. He knotted once, twice, then pulling tight upward so the breasts were lifted and stretched, attached the end to a bar overhead.

 

jacqueline moaned as her breasts throbbed. He explained that the heat would be somewhat higher as he would be pouring layers, but it would be bearable.

 

"Be still," he said as he brought up a small ladle full of pale melted wax.

 

The heat was higher and caused jacqueline to gasp as the first stream hit her skin and spread. But there was no sting, just heat, a different feeling. The candle maker continued to pour, moving around to complete the first layer.

 

jacqueline's face flushed as her whole body felt the heat. Just as it was fading, the pouring began on the other side.

 

"I am going much slower since this is your first time. Each layer should be mostly cool and set before the next layer is started."

 

jacqueline sighed and concentrated on keeping her body still. she wondered how the candles would be used, and the images in her mind made her pussy throb and ache for some of that heat.

 

It took several layers to cover the wick smoothly. He enjoyed exploring her cunt that was bare under the flowing skirt when he needed to pause and melt more parafin. his hot fingers probed inside but never long enough for a release. Remarking on the disk, he took an impression in some soft wax.

 

as the project continured, jacqueline noticed that there was a pale colour to the wax, peachy beige, a match to her own skin.  The candlemaker stepped back and smiled at the work after the final pouring.

 

"Excellent. I need about one hour for full setting of the wax, then I can remove them from your body."  He moved around to the other side of the table, holding up another ladle full.

 

"This part is up to you," he told her, patting her bare mound with his free hand.

 

"Oui," she panted, her body so hot and exposed.

 

He found the clasp of the skirt and almost tore it from her waist. The ladle was poised high as he let a fat drip splatter her cunt and thighs. Soon jacqueline was moaning loud with desire fueled by the sustained heat.

 

The man was pleased with her reaction, and slipped off his apron. "Now, I collect my payment, " he said as he quickly unzipped and plunged into her, his eyes boring into the candles he had created.

 

After the sex and after the cooling down of bodies and wax, the candlemaker cut the wicks from the bar. At that moment, the door opened. A couple entered, conservatively dressed, who closely observed the removal of the candles, the drops, and subsequent exposure.

 

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