Page 81 of Resist
Curiosity killed the cat, and sexual frustration killed it again.
Talia’s lying on what appears to be a raised, solid wood slab in the middle of the demonstration area. She’s got underwear on, which surprises me, and also doesn’t. Talia isn’t as overtly kinky as some of the rest of us here in Protocol, and I love that she and Jagger operate within those limits. I love that he’s not trying to change her, or coax her to put her body on display if she isn’t feeling it.
On closer inspection, Talia’s underwear is very simple. It’s a lilac, full coverage cotton bra, and matching panties. I guess when you’re at risk of getting your undies covered in melted wax you don’t wear your finest, sexiest panties, and yet, she looks otherworldly lying there.
To Jagger’s right there is a small, folding table, the sameheight as the slab Talia’s lying on. On the table there are two small, metallic jugs, a bunch of candles, a couple of metal rulers, and a lighter.
Sterling guides me forward, but not to the very front, and slightly to the side but not so much so that I don’t have a good line of sight. We have a great view of what Jagger is about to do to Talia, but we’re a little out of the way. It’s like Sterling’s protecting my own privacy while also making sure I can see what I’d like to see.
He’s so considerate. I’m not sure he even realizes what he’s doing sometimes, it seems to come so naturally to him.
Jagger explains the differences between paraffin and soy wax, he tells us that paraffin is cheaper, burns hotter and for longer, it has more of a bite on the skin than soy wax does.
He shows the little metal jugs have candles inside them, there’s a lip at the front that’s recessed for easy pouring. They're pretty cute to be honest.
Talia lies perfectly still, eyes closed and quiet in front of him as Jagger commands the attention of everyone in front of him. He lights a candle first, holding it over Talia’s stomach as the flame melts away some of the wax. When the first drips hit her stomach she yelps and jerks but that’s seemingly more to do with the fact that her eyes were closed as opposed to the fact that the wax actually hurts.
When she opens her eyes, she’s prepared for the rest of the droplets to fall. Each candle is a different color, and as Jagger tries the different kinds of wax and the different delivery systems, Talia’s body gets splashed with bright colors of wax.
After a few minutes of decorating his model’s beautiful body, he warns us we’re about to fall into darkness, and another drop or two of wax onto Talia’s chest later, the lights go off.
Turns out, Jagger’s been using glow-in-the-dark wax on his fiancée’s skin. Her stomach, chest, and thighslight up in bright, vibrant colors and draw a lot of ooohs and aaaahs from the crowd.
Jagger’s talking about safety, about doing a patch test with the products before you attempt wax play with your partner. I zone out from his words and focus on the flame, the wax, the way it drips onto Talia’s skin, the way she’s serene and peaceful as he pours warm wax over her.
Her stillness, the calm that’s clear from how she’s holding her body and the fact that her eyes have closed again, have something inside me yearning to try it.
As a domme, I don’t often surrender or submit. I’m always the one in control,doingthe thing, keeping my submissive safe, testing their limits, but there’s something about her blissful peace that piques my curiosity to want to have someone pour wax on me.
It’s a fleeting thought. Obviously I’d love to pour wax over a willing submissive, I’d love to make patterns with the melted wax, change the colors, experiment with the composition of the candles, but that might also be something I let someone else try on me some day.
Sterling would be perfect. I trust him, but he’s not mine. He’s not here long-term, so maybe Phoenix, or someone else from the club, Addison maybe? Thor lets her play with other people. She’s one of the Sub Club mentors, a submissive who wears a specific colored lanyard around her neck when she’s in the club to tell people she’s a safe person to ask questions and demonstrations of.
Something about the drips of liquid landing on Talia’s pale skin and hardening draws me in and by the time the demonstration is over, my own shoulders are looser. My panties are wet, and I have no fucking clue how I’m supposed to sleep in the same house as my fake husband without getting myself off first.
When Sterling’s hand meets my lower back, I damn nearjump out of my skin. I’ve been so absorbed by the flickering flame, the serenity on Talia’s face, the concentration on Jagger’s that I forgot we were all standing in a room together.
“You okay?” His voice is low but full of concern.
I cover my racing heart with the palm of my hand. “I’m okay. I forgot we were at the club for a minute. That’s never happened before.”
He nods, no trace of mockery on his face. “There’s something almost hypnotic about wax play, isn’t there? I think part of it is Jagger and Talia’s connection. Her obvious surrender and tranquility. They enjoy it so much that you can’t help but enjoy it with them.”
I cast my gaze back to the platform they’re on. The lights are back up, and Jagger’s sliding the metal ruler over Talia’s skin, cleaning the wax from her in easy swipes.
“That’s genius.”
“The ruler?” Sterling asks.
I nod. “I wondered how they’d get it off without picking at it and making a mess. Not that we don’t appreciate a good mess.”
“What did you think the rulers were for?”
“I dunno. Spanking?”
He smirks. “They’re definitely dual purpose. But the thinness of the metal slips under the wax and pulls it from the skin with ease, and because it’s metal and not wood, it glides much easier.”
I love that he’s taking the opportunity to explain to me the “why,” he could have left it at ‘this is what we do,’ but he’s sharing his knowledge with me, and it’s sweet.