Slapped Slut

Now I knew what was coming, hot wax on my already sore pussy, this is going to hurt. He made big if lighting the candle, the wax needed to melt before he could pour it onto me which gave me a little time to think about how I was going to react. He does not like me to cry out, flinching from the pain is allowed, I think it amuses him knowing I would like to cry out but dare not. It is just another control.

He started to drip the wax from quite a height and I thought it would give the wax chance to cool a little before it hit my whipped pussy but no it was still hot as it splashed onto my skin and he was moving it closer all the time.