Page 76 of Learning to Trust

“I’m starting now David.”

Scooping up some wax, I dabbed it to first one nipple, then the other. David shouted at the first touch and burn to his skin. The burn didn't last for more than a few seconds as the wax rapidly cooled.

With every drizzle of wax to a different part of his body, David screamed louder and bucked.

“Safe word?”

"No, Sir. It feels so good."

I continued dribbling small bubbles of wax and worked up to larger balls. David wrenched at his restraints. The fact he was blindfolded and couldn't see where the wax was about to land, meant the effect it had was much stronger.

“Safe word?”

“No, Sir.”

The dreamy tone of David’s voice put me on alert.

“What is your name?”

“David Whyte, Sir.”

I continued with the wax, working my way down his body until I dropped a large blob on each of David's balls. His screams were deafening but he begged for more. I watched him carefully as I dribbled a large line along his cock and he almost convulsed before becoming quiet. The next two drops of wax on the head of his cock barely brought a response.

"Safeword."

“Ghngh.”

“David, safe word.”

“Grhng.”

His voice was soft with a sing-song lilt and when I removed the blindfold, his eyes were glazed. He was in subspace. Setting the wax aside, I cleaned off his body, released his restraints, climbed onto the bed, and pulled him into my arms.

As I ran my fingers through his curls, kissed his face, and ran one hand along his back, I crooned to him about how much I loved him and how proud I was to be the man he loved.

Sometime later, he lifted his head and quietly told me he loved me and felt amazing. David was far from alert, but it was now time for me to begin the next stage of his aftercare. Leaving him half-in and half-out of awareness on the bed, I crossed to the bathroom and ran a bath using the oils Kyle and other Doms had recommended years before. They were meant to relax the sub, so he returned to awareness in a steady manner. I would still have to watch David for sub-drop, which was a kind of depression, over the next few days but with proper aftercare, I was minimizing the possibility of it happening.

Once the bath was ready, I returned to the bedroom, scooped David into my arms, and carried him to the steaming, fragrant water where I lowered him down. Using one arm to keep his floppy body from sliding beneath the water, I climbed in behind him, settled his head back on my chest, and cuddled him close while whispering in his ear over and over.

When the bath cooled, I added more hot water until eventually, David became more alert. He wriggled in my arms to look into my eyes.

“Do you remember what happened?”

“I was floating, it felt like I was outside my body. I heard you asking me questions but couldn’t seem to get my mouth to answer. I was in sub-space, Sir. Thank you for granting my wish.”

"You were beautiful, my darling. It was an honor to have you trust me to the point I could send you there."

“I hope it happens again.”

“It won’t be a regular thing, David. It can be unsafe.”

“You won’t let anything happen to me, Sir.”

“Sometimes things are out of our control. I’d prefer if we saved the hyper-stimulus for special occasions.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Let’s get you out of this bath and into bed. You need a good night’s rest.”