Now you've got two pets.

The candle flickers between your fingers, the flame casting a golden glow over Rebecca’s naked body, as you fuck her steadily, the desk creaking beneath her. Her moans are muffled, her lips pressed up against Gemma's pussy as the girl rides her face. It's been a month since you fucked her into submission, and she no longer resembles the straight-laced vanilla wife you'd known for so many years. Now she, like Gemma, lives to serve.

Gemma's head is thrown back, her black hair draping down her shoulders. You admire your work on her golden skin. The red wax on her body is messy, uneven, pooling into thick glossy rivulets and hard jagged peaks. The burns beneath them are still angry and flushed. Your seal is pressed into the wax, the design distorted where the wax ran or cooled too quickly. A path of wax has dripped from her collarbone down to her breast. The wax is still warm in places, the heat lingering like a ghost of the pain. Some of it has already started to flake at the edges, tiny cracks forming as her body cools, but the burns beneath are still fresh, the skin tender under your touch.

You tilt the candle, letting the first drop fall. It lands on your wife's midriff, causing her to seize up in pain. Her pussy tightens around your cock, but you continue to pour wax onto her skin. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention. You drizzle a thin line of wax from one to the other, the heat making her shudder, her back arching as the sensation sinks in. The wax cools quickly, forming a delicate, glossy path between her peaks. You watch as her skin reacts, blooming with delicate, crimson marks. You pick up the seal and press it into the wax on her stomach. At first, there's resistance, but the seal eventually sinks in, the design embedding itself into the wax. Rebecca moans as you lift the seal away, leaving a perfect imprint of your mark on her skin, the design crisp and clear. You trail your fingers over the mark, feeling the ridges of the wax, the heat still radiating from her skin.

You drizzle more onto her stomach, her hips, her thighs. The seal presses into each one, your mark repeated again and again, a pattern of ownership across her body. Her thighs tremble, her toes curling as the pleasure within her swells, each drop of wax pushing her closer to the edge. Another drop on her nipple, then another on the soft skin just above her pussy. The heat is relentless, the wax a brand of pleasure that she can’t escape. A stifled moan spills from her lips as her orgasm tears through her, her back arching off the desk, her muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.

You've marked them both now. The candle burns low, the wax nearly spent. You place it down and pull Gemma towards you for a deep kiss. You can tell Gemma is close, her juices dripping all down your wife's chin and neck. As you plunge yourself relentlessly into your wife's dripping cunt, the wax cracking under her movements, you feel yourself close as well. Soon both of their bodies will be glorious canvases, adorned with red wax and white cum, humming with the memory of your heat.

THE END.