Page 69 of A Master's Destiny
She bows her head again.
I look down at the girl, my internal conflict easing. I remind myself that the woman bowing at my feet has no association with my mother other than what I allow. Closing my eyes, I reset my thinking.
“What name would you like me to call you by?”
“Nova,” she answers softly, keeping her head bowed low.
I smile, appreciating her pet name because of my interest in astronomy. “That is a beautiful name.”
“Thank you, Sir Davis.”
“You will call me Sir, tonight,” I command, placing my hand on her head. “Stand and serve me.”
She stands, a pleasant smile on her face.
Her amenable countenance stirs the protective nature in me. I want her to thoroughly enjoy my first scene with fire play.
Before we begin, I take a hairband out of my pocket and tie up her hair. “This will be a simple scene,” I inform her. “There will be no bondage since I am still new at this.”
I smile, adding, “Tonight, I’ll be concentrating on the sensation aspect of the fire, not the pain. If at any point it feels uncomfortably hot, I want you to call out ‘red.’”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Undress for me, nova, and remove all jewelry.”
“I am not wearing jewelry, Sir,” she assures me. Unlike most submissives, she removes her clothing quickly and looks up at me in anticipation. Normally, I enjoy the slow, sensual movements of a submissive baring herself to me.
However, I approve of nova’s enthusiasm to begin because it matches my own.
“Lay face down on the table.”
I help her climb onto it and then trace my hand lightly over her skin. I can feel her trembling underneath my hand. Her wide smile illustrates her eagerness to begin.
I could not have chosen a more exuberant partner to scene with.
Laying one of the wet towels over her bound hair to protect it, I command, “Do not move.”
I pick up the two wands soaking in the fuel and dab the excess off just as Mistress Blaze showed us the night before. I light one and look down at the blank canvas of my submissive’s back.
This is it…
Dragging the unlit swab down her back, I leave a trail of fuel. I then tap the flame against it. I feel an indescribable endorphin rush as the fire races up her back. I immediately follow it with the sweep of my hand and feel the fire briefly as I douse the flames.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Spinetingling, Sir.”
Intrigued by the process, I repeat it again and again—alcohol, fire, hand. I watch in fascination as the fire blazes down the trails I make, lingering for a second before I sweep it away.
After I have made several passes across her back, I then move down to her ass. I’m mesmerized by the dancing flames and my power to create and extinguish them.
The experience is both sensual and intimate because of the constant physical connection, but the added element of danger takes it to a whole new level.
I trail the swab down the length of her thigh and watch the colorful flames race up her leg. It is enthralling and addictive.
Mistress Blaze stands beside me, nodding her approval. “This element suits you.”
“It does!” I agree.
