I can see nothing through the blindfold, but my other senses are raging.
My bare skin detects someone approaching.
My body responds in anticipation; nipples harden and the juices flow.
I can’t move. Spreadeagled, my wrists and ankles shackled.
A burning sensation on my breasts and stomach make me cry out. Pain? Pleasure?
It had to be dripping candlewax as now I feel the ice. The melting antidote hardens my nipples further as the cold water runs down my stomach.
A warm body covers me, a hard cock enters, and the contrasts are enough to throw me over the edge.
