1st Night of Chanukah
I went into the storage room off the back bedroom and rummaged around for awhile, finding our seven menorahs and the many packages of candles we had left over from last year. As I gathered things together in a box, my mind began creating a scene to present to my guests this evening, the first night of Chanukah.
I could see my subbie boy, dressed in black silk stockings, attached to a lovely black satin garter belt. Of course, would have on his 4-inch patent leather Mary Janes.
A bustier. Yes. A black satin bustier tied tight so it was hard for him to breathe.
Do I Dare?
I can see him serving my guests champagne, clickity-clacking on the wooden floors as he did so. I am ever-so-thankful he is adept at walking in heels. His cock hides behind the metal cage which, at times, sends sparks of light as he turns in just a certain way.
But mostly, I keep seeing him as the centerpiece on the dining room table. Crouched into a yoga position, ass high in the air.
DO I Dare?!
As I stand in the storage room, I absently take a Chanukah candle out of one of the boxes. It’s a long taper with swirls of wax running around it. I fondle the entire candle, my mind going wild. Could I? Would I dare? Would it be sacrilegious? Would any of my friends be offended?
And then I thought about The Scene in general. It’s a place to push boundaries, isn’t it? Make people think about long-held beliefs and possibly reconsider them?
I Do Dare!
I decided yes. I was going to make my sub the Menorah for tonight. One candle lit that he would hold in an outstretched hand, to be used to light the other, the Chanukah candle.
And that special holiday candle would be tucked into the hole in his butt.
It would be delicious to watch as the wax melted onto his bottom and his hand. Of course, I will be close by, protecting my property from any permanent damage, but at least for a few minutes, it would be big fun to see him as the focal point of the Scene.
Having an Ass Alight
Having the formulated plan in place, I stepped back out into the hallway. Hearing my sweet sub singing in the kitchen, I walk towards him to fill him in on the celebratory plans for the evening.
I know he will wholeheartedly embrace… and enjoy it. And so will my guests! Mostly, of course, I will relish his subservience and obedience. So proud as I show him off.
With a Chanukah candle in his ass.