Page 26 of A Master's Destiny
“Then you will have made your choice and must leave.”
“What? You’re kicking me out of the program?”
“No, but an unwillingness to complete this assignment demonstrates a lack of commitment on your part.”
“You’ve seen this guy!” Slater protests. “Every chance he gets, he’s in my face, trying to cause trouble.”
“Exactly what has he done, Mr. Slater? Be specific.”
Surfer Boy glowers at me. “He purposely slammed into me during the violet wand demonstration. And you wouldn’t believe the lurid things he’s said about Alana. Then there was last night!” He points to me. “The asshole almost knocked a trainer out with the door after accosting me in the bathroom.”
I grit my teeth as I listen to the man accusing me of all the very things he has done.
However, it turns out that the trainers are not so easily manipulated.
“Why haven’t you reported the issue?” Vendari Steele demands.
“I didn’t want to make waves.”
“And now?” Master Nosh interjects, stepping up to us.
Slater glances at the Head Trainer nervously. “Look, he’s the problem here, not me.”
Master Nosh turns to face me, frowning. “What do you have to say, Mr. Davis?”
I look Master Nosh in the eyes when I tell him, “I am not the instigator in the situation. Even so, I have no issue working with Slater tonight.”
The Head Trainer turns to Surfer Boy. “Without proof or an admission of guilt, our hands are tied, Mr. Slater. Therefore, the decision remains yours. You may choose to continue or walk out of these doors.”
Slater’s face turns beet red while the entire class stares at him, waiting for his decision.
“Fine!” he finally shouts, shaking his fist at me. “If you try anything…”
Master Nosh growls. “Physical violence is never acceptable.”
Slater looks at him sheepishly.
I force myself to keep a straight face. At the same time, I’m loving every second of it when I say, “Tell me what your hard limits are with wax candles and I will honor them.”
His face screws up in frustration when he realizes he’s made himself look like a fool.
Master Nosh puts his hand on Slater’s shoulder. “Let me alleviate any concerns you might have.” He then gestures to the other trainers. “We will all be watching you both to ensure nothing happens.”
I watch Slater’s Adam’s apple bounce up and down as he swallows hard. With no other option but to go through with it or quit, he suddenly rips off his shirt and growls, “Let’s get this over with…”
Scening with another Dominant who is unwilling is an odd challenge, to say the least. But Slater’s open hostility is no match to my amusement as I coat his skin in the colorful wax.
To entertain myself, I keep checking in to ask if he needs to call his safeword.
Slater is not amused, which entertains me more.
Despite my reluctant subject, by the conclusion of the session, I feel confident in my skill with wax. Although Slater would only allow me to use his back as my canvas, I was able to quickly discern that the “art” aspect of wax play is not my forte. I’m far more interested in the sensation play of hot wax—both applying it to the skin and removing it.
My preferred method of removal turns out to be a knife, although the flogger is interesting because of the visual display it provides when the pieces of wax fly off the skin.
Being more curious than Slater, I ask him to use the different candles on display so I can note the heat levels based on the types of wax he pours on my back. Then, after coating the rest of my skin with baby oil to avoid the wax sticking to any hair, I ask him to drip the hot wax on my chest and thighs.
I take note of the areas I find particularly sensitive to the heated wax and plan to experiment further with the submissive the trainers assign me during our next practicum.
