The thought of having fire dance across my skin had my heart pumping rapidly.  Doing it in front of an audience at a BDSM club in DC made it even more intense. 

Danny was an experienced Dominant with whom I had been talking for several months.  We had met on several different occasions, and I felt comfortable and safe with him.  His confidence was evident, but ever so subtle.  He knew that I was aware of his skill with fire play, so he felt comfortable teasing me about "lighting me up."  My nervous giggles brought a gleam to his eyes.  We had finally agreed to a date for my first public scene, and that date was tonight.

The club was busier than normal on this evening, and when I arrived, I noticed that he and his date were sitting on one side of the room watching an intricate bondage demonstration.  After settling in and greeting some friends, I made my way to say hello to Danny.  We agreed that we did not want to "steal the thunder" from the other scenes going on by starting right away, which relieved me tremendously.   All I had to do was borrow his liquid latex, get ready, and wait for him to come get me.

I returned to my friends and chatted idly for a while before making my way to the ladies room to apply the latex to my nipples.  I dipped my finger into the container of red liquid, and coated each wrinkled nipple with two coats.  Lifting each breast from underneath, I blew on first one and then the other.  A cross dresser and his valet came into the room and noticed what I was doing, and each volunteered to help.  It was amusing as I giggled while each stood in front of me and blew on a nipple.  A double blow job! Finally, the latex dried.  Thanking my assistants, I draped my blouse over my shoulders and returned to the crowded bar.  

The table was now available to use, and the bondage demonstration was over, so it was my turn.  I told my girlfriend we were going to begin, and she said she would be there in a few minutes.  I went over to the back corner and watched Danny get all his equipment out of his bag.  Bowls, torches, cotton, candles, matches, alcohol and some other things were placed carefully on the table.   I removed my blouse and he suggested that I also remove my stockings to give him more space to play.  So, I sat and removed the garter and stockings and my leather skirt, leaving me in a thong underwear and latex-covered nipples.  I felt very exposed and nervous.  This was the first time I revealed my body in a BDSM club.

He had me hold out my palm to give me the submissive test.  He said, "Here is some cotton, and I want to see how long you can keep it in your hand when I light it.  This is to see how submissive you are.  You ready?"  I nodded, holding a small piece of cotton in my open palm.  He lit it, and it immediately disappeared in a quick flash!  I could hardly feel it at all, but I instinctively pulled my hand down and away.  "You passed," he said with a wink, and patted the table for me to climb up. I sat up on the table and placed my head on the rolled-up towel that he gave me to use as a pillow, because, as he said, "You will want to watch."  He knew I was nervous because his hand was now on my heart, and he could feel it racing.  He made a little more light talk and tried to joke with me, and I felt safe once again.

He swabbed alcohol onto a small torch he had made with cotton and a chop stick, and he waved it in front of my face.  This caused me to squeal as I felt the heat close in on me.  He then brushed it across my tummy, and moved his hand over my skin afterwards.  He then took a swab and made a pattern on my skin, and lit it, so that the blue flame raced over my skin in the pattern of alcohol.  He made a tic tac toe design once!  Then he took some of the special flash cotton and made a pattern on my tummy, lighting one end of the cotton when he was done.  In seconds, the cotton had flared up (following the pattern) and was now gone!  The heat was intense, but yet it did not burn me.  Having a great time, I giggled and laughed at his comments.  The way it looked on my skin was both fascinating and frightening.  He then positioned a bit of the cotton on each of my nipples, and swiped alcohol down the middle of my belly and then toward each nipple.  He lit it near my belly button, and I watched as it raced toward my face, and then off in two directions, ending in a flash of flame bursting from each tit.  It happened so fast!  I could hear the people in the crowd "ooooo" and "ahhhh" at this demonstration.  I squeaked loudly, adding to the excitement.  He brushed off my skin with a towel, and then dragged a piece of ice up and down my skin, slipping it under my the front band of my thong underwear so that it positioned itself right on my clit!  The ice melted slowly, and I squirmed and squeaked.  The intensity of the ice was more than the fire!  He pulled up on my waistband and caused the ice to press harder into my sensitive clit.   "I'm getting wet!" I cried.  He replied with a wicked grin, "Oh, and I thought you would have already been wet there!"  He took a row of cotton and lined it from my belly button to between my tits, and when he lit it, I stared as it raced toward my head like a bullet.  Squealing, I laughed and giggled, and my girlfriend (who was now standing by the table) replied that a ball gag might be in order if I couldn't stop laughing.   I continued laughing, but told her that she was supposed to be my friend! 

Since she had missed some of the show, Danny agreed to re-do some of the flash cotton.  As he carefully positioned it once again on my skin, I looked down and said, "Gee, Danny, if I blew on that cotton to make it go away, you would probably not like that, would you?"   He laughed, thankfully, and held up the torch, saying, "But I am the one with the flame, young lady!"  "Yes, Sir," I replied meekly, returning to a loud giggle instead.  He lit it again, and I squealed and laughed once again.

Then he got out the candle and held it above me about 2 feet from my tummy.   "Ohhhhhhh," I mumbled.  "Don't worry. It burns cool, and is very soft."  He ever so slowly tipped the candle as I squirmed below his hand.  Finally some dripped onto me, and it wasn't that bad at all!  He continued coating my skin from my neck to my knees, but as he got going further along, he moved the candle closer and closer to my skin.  My legs were straight and tense, and my toes were curled.  My girlfriend made a comment about my twisting and curling toes, and giggled about what that might imply.  My eyes were tightly shut, and I felt as if I was going to actually climax from the tension!   He then got out the knife and started scraping the wax off of my skin.  He pinched my nipple and complained that he wasn't sure if it was wax or latex there, but that he would be sure to fix it right up!  I squirmed again at the pleasure of having my nipple twisted.  He leaned down and whispered, "How are you doing?" and I smiled in a happy reply.  He lightly kissed my lips, and continued his knife work.  The guy who had brought me was then allowed to clean my other side off, and the two of them commented on how much I had laughed and what type of gag might be appropriate for the next time.  That of course made me laugh all that much harder, and so he placed the knife at my throat and said, "Hold still, now!" with an evil grin.  Finally, all the wax was gone, and I was allowed to get back up and get dressed.

I hugged Danny and thanked him for lighting me up.