After my wax yesterday my general pussy area was looking fire truck red. These things usually settle down after a few hours, but by 11pm last night, not only had the red not gone away, but the itching and throbbing had started. At the moment my pink bits are so swollen that I’d do any cunt pump aficionado proud.
It seems I’ve had, yet again, a bad reaction to the wax. Two out of three of waxes will be good, but one will always leave me with something akin to chemical burns. It’s not the temperature of the wax- how my skin reacts just depends on the mood it’s in. I hate having sensitive skin.
After rolling around in bed for hours trying to get comfortable and being woken up every 40mins or so by insane itchiness and stinging, I got up and grabbed an ice pack, hoping that the coolness would soothe the burning. So I’ve had very little sleep and I’ve got a three hour lecture this morning, as well as a long study session planned for this afternoon. Goodie!
Master took pity on me last night and decided not to cane me, nor to shove Mr Purple up my bum. This is another one of those moments where reality is much grittier than fantasies one reads or hears about. There are always so many little things that can affect play and more often than not, the times that you are feeling 100% are the exact times that there is something wrong with the other person, or they’re just ‘not in the mood’. We may want to have fuck fests on tap, but it just ain’t possible because D/s doesn’t suddenly make us inhuman. Sad though it may be, I have to accept the fact that I’m not The Woman of Steel. I don’t cum faster than a speeding bullet. I’m not more powerful than a hitachi wand. I’m not able to straddle “The Challenger” in a single bound.
Look! Up in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s Super Slave! …..not.