She is perfect... (Part 1) She kneels nearly motionless in the center of the room. Her arms tied behind her with a thick white rope. Her mouth sports my ball gag, there to keep her quiet as we begin or session. I stand before her, admiring her, reveling in her presence. She is perfect. Her skin is soft and delicate, with just a hint of perfume. Her eyes dart up quickly, so quickly I almost don't notice. The gag prevents her from smiling, but I can see the hint in the corners of her lips, she is proud of herself for pleasing me. I step forward, and stroke her brown hair. She tilts into the motion ever so slightly, a heavy sigh passes across her body. I give her a moment to enjoy the soft caress, to get a small hint of reward for her faithful servitude. She is perfect. I run my hand through her hair one last time, and end with a firm grip deep in her hair. With a swift motion I pull her head back and force her to look at me. "Shall we begin?" The words slide with sensual delight out of my lips. I don't wait for her to respond, the brief flash in her eyes, tells me everything I need to know. I reach across her, still holding her head back, and pick up the candle which flickers on the table just beside her. I raise the candle above her, picking that perfect spot where the wax will be cool enough to not burn, but hot enough to shock. I tilt the candle forward, a single drop of wax breaks loose a plunges towards her arched body. The wax hits her naked flesh and she jerks at the momentary flash of pain, but she regains her composure and keeps her eyes focused on mine. A second drop falls, this one splashing across the nipple, she rocks back on her hips but does not moan or cry out. She is perfect. A steady rain of candle wax plummets down on her, hitting in random patterns until her soft flesh is covered in dried pools of wax. She can no longer keep her breathing normal and her body rocks in anticipation of each new drop of wax. She is perfect. I let her hair lose and lean in to kiss her cheek and neck. The warmth of my breath sends her eyes rolling back and she begins to moan and whimper softly. I move my kissing steadily up her neck. When I reach her ear, I stop and draw in a deep breath.

She is perfect... (Part x) "Cum for me!" the words are harsh in comparison to her soft pleading moans. Her body reacts without her control. She writhes against her bonds as the orgasm takes her. She is perfect. I let the orgasm subside before resuming my gently kisses on her neck and shoulders. She eases into me and allows me to caress her body with my lips. The night is still young and she yet will do more to please me. She is perfect, ever so perfect.

*quiver* *puddle* thanks for sharing...