I find hot wax play a confusing mix of sensations. Which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy it. Just that I find it harder to categorize in my pain/pleasure continuum. The initial splash of wax against the skin is obviously painful. Sharp and searing, it makes me catch my breath and twist away from it. But the warmth as it spreads out and dries is curiously comforting and calming. Once I’ve become attuned to the pain I can almost relax in the warmth and drift away. It’s not an endorphin high, like the type I can get with needles or corporal punishment. It’s much more the kind of muscle relaxing heat that you find in a sauna or with certain types of massage.
Of course when it’s being dripped on delicate parts of the anatomy, as in this image, there’s less relaxing and a lot more squirming. Although at least the gentleman below look like he’ll have a relatively easy clean up task. For me wax is a lot like sand at the beach, in that I find myself picking it out of odd nooks and crannies for days after the event itself.
I found this image on the Intelligent Domination tumblr site.
That confusion of sensations is the best part about wax play. It hurts but the pain is oh so lovely.