A Whipping From Queen Nazz for Loy Krathong Festival
She always tricks me into helping her dominate me!!!
Loy Krathong is a festival of candles. Candles are placed on the ancient wall surrounding Chiang Mai's moat. Candles are placed in lanterns and set out into the river. And candles are hovered over my body so that their wax can be dripped on my skin.
Welcome to the Loy Krathong celebration with me, Ari, and my Inspiration, Queen Nazz.
We had just walked into my apartment after strolling around at temples of the old city viewing the bright lanterns and the temple festivities of Loy Krathong. Loy Krathong means "floating ritual lamps/lanterns." It's one of the biggest Buddhist festivals in the Tai cultural areas of Southeast Asia, especially in Chiang Mai, the capital of the ancient Lanna kingdom.
We started at the Three King's Monument. There, we placed candles on platforms to wish for good luck in the new year. We walked down the main road, admiring the beautiful lanterns strung across alleyways, and set in squares. Some Chiang Mai arts students had designed stunning pieces with threads knitted in and dreamcatchers hanging down.
Then we went to Wat Chedi Luang, where a laser light show was being displayed on the outside of the largest stupa in Chiang Mai. Wat Chedi Luang is the largest temple in the old city. It was once the home to the legendary Emerald Buddha--now it contains a replica, as the original (after having been moved to Laos and back to Thailand) is currently housed on the grounds of the Grand Palace in Bangkok. Wat Chedi Luang is arguably the most elegant of all the Emerald Buddha's formal homes.
The temple's namesake stupa, Chedi Luang, towers over visitors at 82 meters high. The base is 54 meters wide, which gives it a large surface area on which lights and lasers were shined to create a festive show that evening. Nazz remembers the temple had been open for free to foreigners on Loy Krathong in past years. It is a wealthy, well-endowed temple. The chedi had been rebuilt three decades ago with funds from UNESCO. But as we were walking in, a security guard tried to convince us to enter through the tourist gate and pay the fee.
Nazz wasn't having it. She is an alumnus of the graduate school on the temple grounds, a fact she mentioned to the guard. She is quite convincing. When she wants something, she gets it. So the security guard waved us through.
Everywhere we went last night, we saw lights and lanterns. The city walls were all covered with burning candles. Maybe it gave Queen Nazz some ideas...
Hot Wax and Stiff Whips
While we walked home, Nazz was playing with her handkerchief, fluttering it in the air as she held it. She started humming and then singing the song ผ้าเช็ดหน้า (Pachedna, i.e. "Handkerchief"). We'd seen the song performed a couple of nights prior at a live music bar. It's about a girl who wants to find a boyfriend, so she drops her handkerchief in the view of a man, and the smitten man reaches down to pick it up for her.
As soon as we walked in the door of my apartment, Nazz pulled out her handkerchief and dropped it on the floor. Of course, I picked it up for her. She told me to take my shirt off, then she made me to sit down on a chair and used her handkerchief to tie my hands behind the back of the chair. She always tricks me into helping her dominate me!!!
While I was tied, she went into the bedroom and came out with the tamarind stick of the kind she'd used to cane me in our first femdom story I published on Amazon, Learning to Love My Leash. She had whipped me so hard she broke a piece off the stick the last time she had used it.
As she strutted around in a circle before me, she rattled off her grievances with the arrogant farang (foreigners of European ancestry) and digital nomads in Chiang Mai who act like they own the place.
“White Guys, You Think You Are the Kings. You Should Be the Slaves.”
"I don't like white people," she said jokingly. "They are most of my customers, and they are always complaining about something. They are asking for special treatment. 'Give me a discount!' 'Bring me a new TV!' 'My refrigerator is too high. I can't put my things on top of it!' I gave her a new and bigger refrigerator that was more efficient and quieter, and she didn't like it because it was too high! They complain in expat groups, calling Thai landlords scammers. They think they are the kings everywhere they go. They are not the kings. They should be the slaves. They come to in Thailand. Do you agree, farang?"
"Yes, Mistress!" I said. (How could I not agree? Most farang in CNX think the same about other farang most of the time!)
"Farang paying 3,000 baht (US$85) for a Yi Peng ticket so that they can pollute the air with a sky lantern that will come crashing down and start a fire on a Thai person's house. What do you think about that?"
I played the role of the ignorant, oblivious farang: "I paid 5,000 for my Yi Peng ticket!"
(Yi Peng is a Lanna local holiday that occurs at the same time as Loy Krathong. The lights released into the sky are beautiful but harmful, and the local government has increasingly regulated them. Loy Krathong, on the other hand, focuses on floating biodegradable lanterns on the river.)
She whipped me in between her reprimands. Nazz was full of energy yesterday. She came at me hard. I can take a lot of pain. But even I was wincing from her blows. My stomach was marked up, red as a dog's ass.
Then she told me to take my pants off and lie down. While I was trying to work my elephant pants off without using my hands- just pulling and pushing on the sleeves of my pants- Nazz was back in the bedroom getting something else.
Two things, actually. One was the three-foot-long equestrian crop, the long and stiff one with a two-inch tail at the end. The other was the thick red candle she loved to use on me.
Light the Candle and Make a Wish
I slowly bent my knees to lie on my back and tried to position my arms, which were still tied at the wrists, in a position that was somewhat comfortable. Nazz lit the candle. Usually, she does it when I'm lying facing the ground. This time, I could see where she was holding the candle and where she would drip hot wax on me. (There are pros and cons of both approaches. It's intense seeing the wax as it's falling and knowing it's going to land on you.)
She hovered the candle over me. Where would it land if she poured it now? How much wax has accumulated in the melted cavity since it's been burning?
I thought I saw the candle in the air over where my dick and balls would be. It wasn't, really, I knew. Depth perception is imperfect. She moved closer, still.
Then Nazz poured a dollop on the left side of my stomach, underneath my chest. Yow!
Wax is always hot when it hits, but it cools quickly. Being dripped with hot wax can be a relaxing, stress-releasing, transcendental experience--almost like doing yoga or receiving a massage. You breath slowly. You know that you are not in control, yet you know that you are safe with your dominant partner. (If you aren't, then you need to get a new dominant partner.) You know that however intense the sensation and the heat you feel in that first fraction of a second when the wax touches skin, you will be okay. Pain melts into pleasure.
After a couple of drops, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling.
The Candles Goes Away (The Whip Comes Out)
Then, a change of sensation. The candle was put down, and the horse whip came out.
Queen Nazz swung from above. She hit me on my shoulders, my chest, and my arms. She aimed so that the thread strand of the tail smacked against the corner of my shoulder blade. She was still angry/feigning anger (you know, there's a fine line where acting and legitimate feeling cross in BDSM roleplay--where the acting is an exaggeration of the true feelings--this is a topic I would like to explore more deeply) about some farang who had been late to an apartment-viewing appointment and some farang who had annoyed her. I've got to take my anger out on you!, she had warned/gave me something to look forward to earlier in the week.
To me, candle wax can be a more pleasurable feeling in itself- it feels like a hot shower. The long, stiff horse whip is not pleasurable by itself, but it brings out the feelings of awe and respect one feels from being "punished" (literally or in play) by the dominant Mistress. Both feelings were felt in one night- it was a holy day.
On Loy Krathong and Yi Peng, the festivals of candle-lit lanterns, I was there to contain the candle's drippings.
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