During breakfast, I had set up the mini crock pot we bought and started to melt the paraffin for the hot wax scene we were doing later that day.
After breakfast, we took another nap and woke up ready for some afternoon play. We went down to the dungeon and Mike did some singletail target practice: he stuck a tall dowel with a tent stake attached to one end in the ground. On the other end of the dowel, which was around four feet long, was a clothespin. Into the jaws of the clothespin I’d place a strip cut from a styrofoam coffee cup. Mike would practice breaking pieces off the strip. When it broke or came off the pin, I’d pick it up and replace it. He’s really quite amazing and accurate with a whip, and attracted a lot of attention.
About forty-five minutes later, in the hot sun, I asked him to show me how to throw it, so he started talking about the mechanics of whips, and soon I and several others were trying our hands at “controlling the curve.” as Mike calls it. With practice, I was cracking the whip with a nice satisfying snap!
But after the demonstration, the heat of the day oppressed us with its force, and we took another nap until dinner. I was in all my leathers for dinner, despite the heat of the day, and after dinner, Mike and I went back up into the cool of our room for a little while until it was fully dark, and I felt like I was ready to do the scene.
We spread a camo-patterned tarp over one of the bondage tables, and moved the wax closeby. It was completely molten but still not too hot – fingers dipped in it were just fine. Face down on the table, I climbed on and started slowly breathing. Mike would dip his fingers into the wax and then drip it on my back. The hot sensation was pretty exquisite, as he put more and more wax onto my back in an even layer. Let that dry, then put a second coating wax on my entire back… I was completely covered, and he had me get up and we walked over to this tall 6×6 column for this ramada, where he chained my arms over my head.
With the truck’s headlamps providing the light, as well as this high powered flashlight/lantern he had purchased on Friday morning, he started whipping me. Lightly at first, getting a feel for the whip he was using, a beautiful 8-foot whip made of kangaroo leather, but as my body warmed up, and his comfort with me as his target did, too, he started increasing the tempo of the strikes. Each strike of the whip flayed off a chunk of the wax from my back, and I’m sure that at the distance of the spectators, it must have looked like my back was being skinned. In reality, though, the strikes of the whip left a few light welts.
Eventually, though, the wax was fully removed from my back, and he whipped me a few more times on my bare skin, but I was really out of it at that point, and he let me down and lead me over to a big bench, where we cuddled for a little while until I came back down to earth.
After that, I sat for a while watching him whip some other guy, but was pretty tired, so Mike drove me back up to the lodge, and I chilled out. He went back down to dungeon and did another scene with some local guy, and I rested. He got back at around 02:30, and wanted a cigar, so I got out of bed, and we found a nice private space outside, and he enjoyed me and his cigar.
Back in bed around 04:00, and we cuddled as sleep took us.
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