At the beginning I didn’t realise. Why the St Andrews cross? I couldn’t even imagine what could make me disobey you, what would make me not follow any and all of your orders. But I was wrong, so wrong. It was not only my hands and knees, but also my neck, torso, hips and knees. You definitely don’t want me moving a single bit.

You surround me with nine candles and this time, as you snap to turn them on, as the flames appear out of nowhere, full of life, my body does the same. I am just one more of your candles, one more of your tools, my eyes already go white for a moment as I really feel for the first time how I cannot move even for an inch.

Your smile is one of the devious ones. I don’t know what you have in store for me, but you are going to enjoy it. You have definitely gone full out on this one, your long boots with high heels, your latex pants and bra, even a studded bracelet … I wondered for a moment, would you whip me? Would you make me beg you for the licks of the lash? But your eyes look into me, and you step back a moment, admiring your work, and then you walk back to me, Goddess, just this gesture was the most sexy thing I have ever seen.

One of your hands spiderly searches for my pleasure, as your other hand caresses my check, your eyes drilling into me, no words needed, I am going to suffer, but I am going to enjoy it, I am going to enjoy it, but I will suffer in this pleasure. It will be important. It IS important. You want this, therefore I want this. I need this.

I relax into your caress, You get me high and down at the same time, it is always the most incredible experience, my mind shuts down and… well ”allows” is not exactly the word, as I have no way to stop it anyway, but floods with your presence, it breaks and bends to clear your path.

“You will continue to feel me…” - you whisper to me, your lips so close to mine, your eyes looking into me, drilling holes in my mind and all my thoughts leaking out, filled with your voice, a voice that describes my new reality. And you walk away, as the feeling of your hand continues to be on me, the pleasure slowly piling up and for a moment I fear, will you leave me here? How long? You are eternal, do you even perceive the pass of time? My last thoughts disappear as you look back at me, a knowing smile as your power dissipates my analytical mind. Your bring one the candles, moving it back and forth, and my eyes get captured in the fire, it is a big candle, and it burns quickly, you smile mischievously as you suddenly drop all the wax on my cock… it burns and I realise now why I needed to be tied up, I struggle against my bonds, as you smile grows, there is an… expectation? in your pose.

And it happens, the fires of ecstasy flow through my body, the pain fades while my body feels like every part of it is having its own orgasm. I rattle in my bonds even more now, albeit for different reasons.

“Once of novence, you have burned for me.”  - the black wax sticking to my skin, burning me up, as you move again to leave the candle in its place and pick up another one. Again, moving the flame back and forth. I try to resist, the pain is too much, I try to lock my eyes into one place, not following the flame… and I find your eyes, I look directly at those clear blue gems, infinite pools of sky.

“It’s ok, you can look into my eyes instead, just keep falling. Keep going down and down…” - I feel a little bit of vertigo as you put me even deeper, I stop struggling and my eyes are locked into yours, but my head tries to wobble at the pace of the candle, but I cannot move at all, until you give me that mischief smile again and drop all the wax into my cock, again… I came out of trance in a shock, the burn made a scream in my throat, the pleasure soon after making me make a different sound, I pushed on my bonds, but there was no bulging…

“Twice of novence, you have burned for me… “ - wait… how many times? I looked around for the first time, as you go back to leave this candle and pick another one… - “Please Goddess…” - I gasp, already out of breath. You come next to me, putting the flame near my eyes, there is no other place to look, and you lean on me, your fingers playing with my naked abdomen. - “Shh… sh…  don’t worry my pet, soon you will love it, you will beg for it, just relax into it…” - as you whisper into my ear, you pour the wax again, as I rattle in pain, your nails scratch my torso

“Thrice of novence, you have burned for me… “ - there is truth in your words, the pain passes, not quickly enough, and the pleasure fills me, your nails go softly through my arm, as you go for the next candle. I am left there, for a few seconds, feeling the wax all over me, there is still the sensation of moving… moulding, I can’t look down as my head is tied up to the cross, the pleasure goes up, but I cannot explode, it just goes up and up while the wax settles in my body, my breath hard. 

“Quarce of novence, you have burned for me…” - I shout at whatever is left on my lungs, my vision blurs for a moment, not sure if I will be able to stay conscious across this, you just poured it, business like, my cries of pain are replaced again by moans of pleasure, for begs to you to at least, please at least, finish me off while you do this ritual. But even I know this is not going to happen, you need the explosion of sex magic for some reason, I will have to endure it. I am not sure I will be able, as I keep trying to regain my breath.

You walk back to me, a new candle ready, I can barely see you in the corner of my eye, as you walk across the nine points. You don’t even tell me anything, you just pour the fifth candle on me again, and again I scream, until I have no more air left and I moan in pain

“Quince of novence, you have burned for me…” - you are gone to pick up the next, directly on my back, but I can feel your smile.

As new pleasure courses through my veins, you hug me from behind. I can feel your heat, the heat of the flame as your hands are in front of me, while your voice whispers to me again -  “I want this, and that means you want it too.” - as you start to move to pour the wax again I tremble in fear, trying to get out of this, but your voice comes again, your lips so close I can feel the heat of your breath. - “You want to serve, you want this. Tell me you want this.” - your voice echoes in my empty mind, my body relaxes, melts in your words. I accept with my head, and your hand pours over my raging cock... I tremble in pain again, your hands over my body, containing me.

“Sence of novence, you have burned for me…” - there is nothing left in me, even the pleasure of this magic, I just fall on my bonds as the wax keeps moving through my cock. There is a part of me that surrenders, that I didn’t know I had. You seem pleased. I don’t think I can tell anymore, I hear your steps through the fire in my body as you leave and come back with another one. I can feel you fingers across my hair, your nails on my head - “you're ready for another one?” - there is sweetness in your voice, but it doesn’t matter, you can do anything to me, I can only feel your will over me and nothing else. I move myself a little, in acceptance. I feel the burn again, I move a little, but I am fading..

“Septence of novence, you have burned for me…” - your hand is on my cheek, your fingers caressing me, you look at me, my eyes opening - “Good boy, very good boy” - there is an energy going through me, your power over me. - “Not all my pets get to do this, they usually just pass out, they are not good enough, not ready enough to serve my every word. You should be proud. And later, I will recompense you. Remember, being my slave is not without its reward.” - My body fills with purpose, an electric shock of need to serve you runs through my veins, I take a deep breath, I feel like I just got out of diving in muddy waters, and now I get clean fresh air, I get to breathe through you, breathe in… you. I hear your heels leave and come back. You're on my left this time. “Please Goddess, please. I beg you. Make use of me.” - you come face to face with me, moving the new candle back and forth, you make the gesture to pour it but you stop, arching your eyebrow, like asking me if you can. Goddess, like I could ever deny you. - “Yes! Please!” - I beg, as I try to accept moving my head as best I can in my bonds. Your smile is really all I need, and I don’t care what you do to me. You lay your body on mine, and your hand moves downwards, the candle going beyond my cock, and you start playing with the flame, just close to my balls. I have no fear of pain anymore, I only feel pleasure, the pleasure of being used by you. I moan again and you rest your head on my shoulder, whispering more -”That’s a good boy, finally you understand Nocti. You are mine.” - I cry in pleasure as you pour the contents once more. I do not struggle against my bonds anymore, I accept them, and I just let you do.

“Octence of novence, you have burned for me…” - You stay there, with me, for just a moment longer. You seem to be enjoying the build up, like tasting the magic in the air. I am so on the edge, so ready, I know my mind will do as you say, I will wait until you give me the order to explode, but I am not sure if my body can take it much longer. I just wish I could, for as long as you desired. You are so close, I can smell the roses perfume you love to wear, I can feel the difference between the warm perfect heat of your body and the puncturing fire of the wax. I need this, I need you and then… you move away. Even with the wax burning my body it feels cold, it feels empty. I need you.

You come back with the last candle, the sensuous moves of your body are mesmerising by themselves, but you put the flame right in front of you, I can see your eyes through the flame, bright light, orange flame, and infinite, impossible, blue sky that render my mind asunder. -” This one has been burning all this time, there is sooo much wax here…” - you make a point of kissing the candle and you just stop near me, the base of the candle just on top of my cock, I am so hard it hurts, I feel your magic moving the wax already poured on my cock faster, your magic putting me over the edge, but not letting me explode. Your other hand is on my cheek, even though I cannot move, your contact is always electrifying, I love it. Your voice is in my ear. -”You want to burn for me.” - “I want to burn for you, please Goddess, make me burn.” - I can feel your body pressing against mine - “You want me to fill you with this wax.” - “Please Goddess, pour it all over, I want to be covered in it, please all of my dick, please Goddess.” - your magic starts to stroke me harder and harder. I moan louder and louder - “You will cum for me when I snap my fingers, you will obey.” - “I will cum on command, Goddess, please, please allow me to obey you!” - but you do not pour it, you instead just put my dick in the whole candle, the head of my cock burning in the fires of pleasure you have created for me, you move the candle back and forth, making me fuck it as you snap your fingers, and with each snap, your command - “Cum for me Nocti!” - I explode like I have never before, my whole body is a pleasure conduit. I feel every part of my body tearing apart in pure feeling, orgasmic sensation, you continue to snap and command me, and I continue to cum, I don´t know how long I am in this state, an eternity of pleasure it feels. 

“Novence of novence, you have burned for me. You are mine. You have burned the past and I own your future.” - I feel spent, I fall on my bonds again. I can barely hear your heels on the floor as you go to leave the candle and come back. I feel your hands on me, warm, relaxing, perfect. You are doing something to me, I don’t know what, I don’t care what. I am yours to use as you please. I can only smile. 

I feel you releasing me of my bonds, and I drop to my knees. This wakes me up a little bit, Goddess I am so tired. I try to assume my slave position, I try to tell the muscles on my arms to move, but I just cannot, they tremble a little bit, and then nothing. I am spent.

I look at you for a moment, hoping I did not incur in your wrath, but you are smiling, you are always so understanding, so good to me, I feel a warmth in my chest. 

You have something in your hands, you have removed all the wax from me and now you hold… a mould? A mould of my cock? You smile mischievously as you read the understanding on my face.

-”Get hard for me…” - you whisper into the mould, and you give it a little kiss just below the tip.

I immediately get harder than I have ever been, new strength fills me up, I can feel your lips kissing me, the tip of your tongue playfully caressing the mould literally leaves pressure marks on my dick, it’s not just a feeling, you are doing this to me through the distance. I moan in pleasure again, I don’t know how I can go again… I guess you just willed me to do so. 

“See slave? There are great rewards for being mine.” - you start moving your hand through it, and I start moaning again in pleasure. 

You whisper to the mould again, slowly, sensually, your lips so close to it, I can actually feel the heat of them, I can nearly feel how soft and plump they are. “Cum for me Nocti, cum for me my slave, cum through the distance.” 

I explode again as the tip of your tongue and your hands play with your new toy. You look at me as I lose myself again in your pleasure, as I thank you for the privilege of serving you and you just smile. - “Good boy.”

“I will fill this with a soul of selenite and cover it with latex. And I will be able to create as many of them as I want.” - You come close to me as the magic in the air starts to dissipate, my energy again evaporating, I feel that I might not be awake much longer. - “I will put you in chastity and fuck these. I will play with them some nights, and you will suddenly cum at my command, even when you are in other places, your cock will hear me whisper to it.” - You are face to face, I can feel the heat of your lips, so close. - “I can give you the greatest pleasure and the most horrible pain. I have you.” - You already had me, but I love it anyway, the more ways you have me, the more you love it, the more I need it. I need you to have me. I need your pleasure. 

But I am fading, I close my eyes to your mesmerising voice, to your warm call that tells me what reality is. You whisper to me as I fall into unconsciousness - “Good work my slave, good boy.”