MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! Written for fun. Hope you enjoy. On a sleepy Sunday morning, I arose before my girlfriend and wanted to surprise her with something quite special. I had bought a new gift for Teagan a few days prior and had been waiting for the opportunity to surprise her with it. I set the scene by drawing the curtains closed and lighting a few candles around the room. Being a Sunday morning, this will be the last scene she would expect. I line the room with scented candles in various colours, seven of them all up. I feel ready for what comes through the door, freshly showered, smelling nice and positioned in the middle of this oddly evening scene at 9:00am. The details I have carefully constructed... The shuffling, bleary eyed footsteps of my Teagan comes down the hall, and my heart begins to pound... butterflies at presenting her with this surprise. She enters the room and looks around. "Whats going on?" "I have a surprise for you my love", I reply. "but, I won't simply give it to you. You must work for it. The seven candles around the room will each give you a clue into what the surprise is. In order to find out what the clue is, you must blow out the candle, and pour the hot wax on to a part of your body. But, the thing is... Each time you do this, it must be the same part of your body." She smiles at me, knowing that this is just one part of the full story of tracking down the surprise. "OK", she says while reaching for the nearest candle. She picks it up, and blows it out, holds out her arm and pours the wax on to it, while looking directly at me. A twitch! Just on the corner of her smiling lips tells me that she felt the pain the wax brought, but continued to smile anyway. Looking down at her arm, she notices the clue printed on the bottom of the candle. "It is something long". She reads the clue out loud, and begins to assess the knowledge. "That could be anything.". I nod in the direction of the next candle, preferring the comfort of silence, so I can assess her features for signs of enjoyment of my game. She passes in front of me, walking toward the next candle. Picks it up and turns to me, holding up the same arm and pouring the wax on. "Ooohhh...", a small sigh of pain. "I don't think I'll make it through all seven.". She flips the candle over and reads aloud again "It's something hard... is it your dick?". "No, and that's strike one.", I reply with a wry grin. "Oh my god, what happens when I get to three?" "At three, I will relight all of these candles and pour the wax where I want it to go." "So I only have two more guesses?" "Yes." She moves toward the third candle, this time some hesitation before pouring it on to the same spot again. Sucking in air through gritted teeth, she looks at me with eyes that beg for a little sympathy. I smile, as this thought makes me happy. "It is something that will make you feel good.". A flashing glance at me to make sure her previous guess was still incorrect, and she makes her way to the fourth. She shuts her eyes and seals in the pain of hitting the same spot on her arm with red hot wax. The mark of four wax spills on her skin starting to really show up. "It is something you have talked about." She pauses and thinks hard. Looking across at the next candle, then over at me. I want to make a guess, but I don't know because if I do then I only have one guess left.". I shrug, "Suits me if you guess and get it wrong.". After much thinking she turns and says to me, "Is it a new toy?", she asks me. "You'll have to be more specific than that.". She looks away and sighs, ever embarassed to say certain words, "A new... dildo?". "You have one more guess remaining. Three candles remaining." "Dammit." she says, determined now, and beyond half-way, she storms across the room and pours the wax quickly, but the speed of the pour doesn't stop the pain. She turns it over and reads "It is something black.". Confused, she turns her attention to the sixth candle. "Slowly", I command her. She turns to face me, and lets the wax drip, one quivering drop at a time. "Like this?". "Yes.". She maintains eye contact with me, but I can tell that her mind is focussed entirely on the wax dripping from the candle. "It has two things attached to it.... what does that mean!?". Her limits are being pushed, and she looks at me, with pleading in her eyes "What does that mean?". I sit back and say "It means that you have one candle left to work out the answer.". With a sigh, she shuffles toward the seventh and final candle. Enough time has being passing between each candle that the pools of wax become bigger and bigger, with number seven having the biggest pool of all. She blows out the candle and looks inside at the depth of the wax pool and swirls it around. "Lift up your arm.". Trembling, she raises her arm. "Pour.". She pours, while lowering her head and wincing hard. The pain sealed up, until she bursts a cry, letting her arm fall to her side with a fresh mark that will most likely take two weeks to heal. "It is something that will restrain you.... Oh my god.". She thinks about all the clues combined and says to me "What if I give up, and not make a guess?", but I had made the alternative clear. "Then I relight these candles, and I put the wax where I want it to go."