WaxWorkPale, Hannibal and I were just getting back to the conference room as JJ, Eric Cain and Carelyn Anita were arriving. Carelyn is the sort of person who can make a construction jumpsuit look striking. Tiny [4’ 11”] but muscular with gleaming black hair down to her waist and a long, noble face with a Neapolitan profile that gives her a bearing somewhere between Alla Nazimova and T’Pring of Vulcan [this is a compliment by the way]. Add a smokey-voiced, outgoing personality and intense sexuality and…well you get the idea. Needless to say I was more than looking forward to shooting with her.

Big Lew arrived a few minutes later with a pair of friends in tow, an artist/raconteur named Malachai and another area photography, Jodie Rossi. Lew was running a model/photographer group shoot the next day from his studio but was only too happy to get an early start on things. He talked with Pale and Hannibal about an idea he wanted to shoot while Carelyn, JJ and I started making our own plans. CareLyn and I had discussed at length the idea of a waxplay scene with CareLyn topping JJ, who was naturally a bit nervous, but trusted us. We’d also decided against any clothing for either of them, the idea being to create something with a completely unstaged [and more sensual] feeling. JJ was uneasy about full nudity as well, but was willing to give the benefit of the doubt.

I decided to start in the bathroom nearest the conference room, partly because I liked it’s Spartan mix of painted white cinderblock walls, clay tiled flooring and glass block windows that took up almost all of the far wall. Add a plain sink, a painfully basic towel dispenser and a pressboard toilet stall and it was a perfect Melvin Moten location! It was also a little warmer than the factory area and I Do care about my models, you know.

I set up my lights quickly as CareLyn readied her candles and JJ readied herself for this new encounter. When I was set to go, I brought them in with me and closed the door with a ceremonious flourish in plain view of Lew, Eric and the rest.

The bathroom was quiet and warm, thanks to the lights. JJ and I watched, wide-eyed as CareLyn lit her first candle, a mischievous smile on her lips. With a firm hand, she guided JJ to the glass block wall and raised the candle above her head. JJ closed her eyes, then gasped and arched her torso at the first touch of the wax, just hot enough to burn but not enough to injure. CareLyn smiled, asked JJ if she was okay. JJ nodded, still taking in the sting and heat as the wax hardened on her skin. CareLyn moved closer, tipping the candle as JJ cried out, her body spasaming against her mind’s desire to feel more, take more. CareLyn smiled again, letting the red wax fall once, twice, three times as JJ shivered, biting her lip, eyes shut tight and then open wide. All the while, CareLyn’s dark voice held JJ in place – soothing encouraging, teasing, asking, ordering. No ropes were necessary here…CareLyn had made JJ a prisoner of sensation. Already in an altered state, JJ drank each word in like sweet liquor, responding with a nodding head and a rainbow of facial expressions. CareLyn moved closer, her lean body fitting itself to JJ’s soft curves. She lowered the candle, red drops covering both JJ’s nipple and her own. JJ shivered and watched as the wax coated both their skins. CareLyn smiled and cooed, cupping JJ’s breast as they thick drops feel again and again, dancing across JJ’s skin to the song of cries, breaths and commands.

I was just realizing how totally envious I was of JJ when CareLyn stepped back to admire her work thus far. Jj’s torso was laced with the smoky wax from chest to hips, the patterns rising and falling with her unsteady breating. CareLyn smiled that scary/tricky smile again.

“You’re so pretty in front,” she said in a sweet voice. “come see!.” She placed a hand on JJ’s shoulder, seemingly lifting her off her feet for a moment. She turned JJ and guided her away from the glass block towards the bathroom mirror. JJ stood in front of her reflection, a mixture or hazy/druggy subspace and anticipation on her face. CareLyn spun her around again to face her.

“Now let’s see about your back,” she said decisively. With the touch of a hand, JJ headed towards the opening of the stall where CareLyn raised JJ’s arms, placing each one on the tops of the stall . I felt another pang of envy as CareLyn ran a light hand of black-lacquered nails down the center of JJ’s back, sensations rippling just beneath the pale skin as she shivered. CareLyn smiled thoughtfully before delivering a sharp smack to the soft flesh of JJ’s bottom. JJ squealed but tried not to move.

“That’s for thinking your body isn’t beautiful,” CareLyn said.

She took another moment to caress JJ’s behind, now growing rosy, before lifting the candle and tipping it again. Instead of cries, JJ responded with soft moans as each drop met her back. CareLyn soothed JJ with light touches and her chocolaty voice as the wax fell, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. JJ bowed her head with a sigh, seeming to dive into the swirl of sensations, emotions and words her Mistress was whipping up. Suddenly, CareLyn reached an arm in front of JJ’s shoulders and leaned back against the far wall, taking JJ along with her. Delicately, she lifted JJ’s chin with her free hand while pouring more wax over the now-hardened spots and streaks covering JJ’s torso. Arching at the heat of the first drops, JJ sighed heavily, eyes turned upward and sank into CareLyn’s embrace. Craning her head over JJ’s shoulder, CareLyn smiled as she dropped the hot red liquid as JJ’s squirmed and cried. She pushed JJ back towards the mirror.

“Look at you – see how pretty?” She asked sweetly. JJ could only nod and smile, that drugged, subspaced smile that makes me green with envy every time I see it on someone…But I couldn’t remember that wish being so strong during a shoot as it was now. CareLyn blew out the candle, now just a fraction of it’s former length.

“Do you think she needs a break?” She asked me.

“I know I do,” I said, exhaling finally.

JJ just smiled, staring at the red lacing that criss-crossed her body.


NEXT: Table Manners