I am upside down, my legs and hips held up with rope. My shoulders are the only point of contact with the mat. I feel a shadow beside me. A hand extends.The first couple of drops take me by surprise, like jolts of electricity against skin. A surge of adrenaline, my heart throbs against the cage rope on my chest.The pouring of molten liquid continues.I feel the thick viscous substance trickling from my knees down to my waist, running from the tributaries into a gushing river, pooling and hardening into the crevices of my skin, casting an imprint of the negative of my body.I arch my back and writhe in pleasure as the wax reaches my groin, letting out short muffled moans of ecstasy.The warm pulsating sensation of a soothing hug encrusting me in soft warm wax.-Words by ToolBoi
