Wax On Wax Off.

Please excuse the title. Whenever I have my candles out I can’t help the Karate Kid quote from popping into my head. Oddly, this comes to mind when I recall gang bangs, glow-sticks and some filthy fuckers I briefly knew. “Lights on, lights off” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it though, does it? What ges on must also come off, as I knew only too well from wax play.

One day, while out for a play with LovelyL we decided to try out some fun techniques. Lighting the candles, so they’d pool, we began our preparations. Initially we trussed our legs up with some big bands. A couple of pings, just to ensure they were in place properly.

Next we poured melty candles over our own legs.

Breasts and feet would follow, but this was a test of the elastic bands. How was their effectiveness at removing wax that has been sadistically poured over ourselves. Once hardened, we began the fun incredibly painful process of lifting the solid matter now crusting on our legs.

As you can see from the image this technique was not always successful, certainly not in line with our hopes. Some wax had broken and flown off with the slightest impact, others had stayed firmly in place, regardless of how we pinged.

Have no fear, we are a determined pair! With a little help from a misery stick, a wooden paddle and finally a wax removal blade, we made it back to clean legs.

The wax nearly, but not quite, a distant memory.

Flesh sensitised by hot wax makes a beautiful canvas for marks from a pinged rubber band. And as our finger nails scraped across these smouldering welts the waxy skin beneath caught and pulled delightfully under tension.

More on this subject to come. With our feet and breasts still to explore, it’s too soon to offer a complete breakdown of our wax-removal findings. However, I’m confidently going to say that if clean, fresh skin is your goal, rubber bands are probably best avoided. But if you’re not worried about that and are just after some good, old fashioned maso-mischief…

It’s got to be worth a try.

Huge thanks to my postman, emptying his pocket full of rubbers (bands, obviously) has made my play times immensely fun. Though they barely raised a crusty edge, these bands were a lot of fun to ping. Particularly when we started on each others removal efforts.

Click the lips to see what everyone else is up to this week. Or check out my past posts for Sinful Sunday here.