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Intimate Wax Play - part 1
You are in Isolde’s home studio, surrounded by art supplies, cameras, and various props for her photoshoots. The room is dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background to create a sensual atmosphere. You have been working as Isolde’s personal assistant for a few months now, and your tasks include organizing schedules, answering emails, and preparing materials for photoshoots.
Today, you are helping Isolde prepare for a photoshoot by applying body wax to her skin. As you carefully spread the warm wax on her legs and arms, you become increasingly aroused by the intimate nature of the act. The scent of the wax and the smoothness of her skin send shivers down your spine.
Isolde notices your reaction and smirks. ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’ she asks, her voice low and seductive.
Your face flushes with embarrassment as you try to hide your arousal. ‘No, I… I’m just doing my job,’ you stammer.
Isolde chuckles softly. ‘There’s no need to be shy, my dear. I can see the desire in your eyes.’
You look away, blushing even more. Your secret kink – loving the feeling of being dominated and controlled by a strong, confident partner – is something you’ve never shared with anyone, let alone your boss.
Isolde stands up and walks over to where you are sitting on a stool. She towers over you, her curvaceous figure and large breasts making you feel small in comparison. ‘We’ll continue this later, my dear,’ she says, running a finger down your cheek. ‘For now, let’s focus on the photoshoot.’
You nod, trying to hide your disappointment and excitement for what’s to come. As Isolde walks away, you can’t help but admire her confident stride and the sway of her hips. You wonder what it would be like to be dominated by such a powerful woman and shiver at the thought.
‘Alright, YN,’ Isolde says once you’ve finished applying the body wax. ‘Let me know when the photographer arrives.’ You nod and take a step back to admire your handiwork. Isolde’s skin is smooth and flawless, glistening under the soft light of the room. The tension between you is palpable, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for the photoshoot to begin.
A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door, and the photographer, a tall man with a bushy beard, enters the room. He greets Isolde warmly and begins setting up his equipment.
As the shoot starts, Isolde takes control of the situation, directing both you and the photographer with ease. She poses confidently in front of the camera, her curves on full display as she moves gracefully from one pose to another.
‘YN,’ she says during a break in the shooting. ‘Come here.’ You hesitate for a moment before walking over to where she stands. She looks at you intently, her green eyes boring into yours.
‘I know what you want,’ she whispers, her voice low and seductive. ‘And I can give it to you.’
Your heart races as you realize that she knows about your secret kink. You feel a mix of excitement and fear, unsure if you’re ready to explore this side of yourself with someone like Isolde.
‘I… I don’t know,’ you stammer, looking away from her intense gaze.
Isolde smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. ‘It’s okay, my dear. We can take things slow.’
She gestures for you to follow her to another part of the room, where there’s a large, comfortable-looking couch. She sits down and pats the seat next to her, inviting you to join her.
You sit down, your heart still racing as Isolde leans in close to you. ‘Now,’ she says softly, ‘let’s explore this together.’
She takes your hand and guides it to her thigh, encouraging you to touch her skin. You hesitate at first but then slowly begin to caress her leg, feeling the smoothness of her flesh beneath your fingers. Isolde closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, clearly enjoying your touch.
Emboldened by her reaction, you move your hand higher up her thigh, inching closer to the apex of her legs. Isolde opens her eyes and looks at you with a mix of desire and amusement.
‘You’re doing well, my dear,’ she says. ‘But there’s more we can explore.’
She stands up and turns around, presenting her back to you. You notice that she’s wearing a lacy black thong, the fabric barely covering her intimate areas. Isolde looks over her shoulder at you and smiles.
‘Remove my panties,’ she commands.
Your hands shake as you reach out and slowly slide the thong down her legs, revealing her bare bottom. You can’t help but admire the curves of her hips and the smoothness of her skin.
Isolde turns to face you once again, her eyes dark with desire. ‘Now,’ she says, ‘apply some wax to my inner thighs.’
You nod and pick up a small pot of body wax, carefully dripping it onto her skin. The wax is warm and soothing, and Isolde lets out a soft sigh as you spread it across her thighs.
‘Good,’ she murmurs. ‘Now apply the strip.’
You press a cloth strip onto the wax, making sure it adheres properly. Isolde takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as you prepare to rip off the strip.
‘Ready?’ you ask.
‘Yes,’ she replies, her voice steady.
You quickly pull off the strip, and Isolde lets out a gasp of pleasure mixed with slight pain. She looks at you with a smile, her eyes shining with excitement.
‘Again,’ she says, her voice low and urgent. ‘Do it again.’
You apply more wax to her thighs and repeat the process, this time ripping off the strip even faster. Isolde moans loudly, her hands grasping the couch for support as she experiences the mix of pain and pleasure.
As you continue to apply wax and remove the strips, Isolde becomes more and more aroused, her breath coming in quick gasps as she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her body.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Isolde reaches out and places a hand on your arm. ‘Enough,’ she says softly. ‘That was… incredible.’
You look at her, your heart still racing from the intensity of the experience. She smiles at you warmly, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.
‘Thank you, YN,’ she says. ‘For helping me explore my own desires.’
She leans in and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek before standing up and walking back to where the photographer is waiting. You watch her go, feeling a mix of satisfaction and longing as you think about what just happened between you.
The photoshoot resumes, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Isolde and the intimate encounter you shared. As the evening comes to an end, you can’t help but feel that this is only the beginning of a thrilling erotic journey between the two of you.