I was tied to the struts on the stairs, my wrists firmly bound. My legs were spread and my feet were secure firmly to each end of a pole so I could not move. I was naked. My length was hard but as she came in with the candle and lit it inches from my length, it seemed to strain even harder to extend. I took quick breaths and my chest heaved in anticipation of what was about to happen. She knelt there looking at me, half smiling, half in pitty.

She gave me a quick suck and raked here teeth down my length - I ached for more. She sat back and with her face inches from my length she carefully positioned the candle. For a moment we could both see the scalding wax building up in a pool at one side of the candle but then with one more gentle tilt by her it fell the few inches onto my engorged length-head. I winced in pain, trying to pull free but it was no good. She roughly pulled my foreskin back so the scalding wax would fall on the most sensitive rim of my length. "Suffer you bastard" she said as the wax seared the delicate skin and as it did the pain or was it the pleasure? was too much and my spunk shot out onto the wall opposite. She got excited at this and pulled my length, trying to milk more spunk from me and the now dry wax cut painfully into my length. I'd had enough, she cut my hands free and I sunk to my knees, my feet still secure as she pulled my head up to toy her soaking softness.