Pause

I let a few drops fall on the palm of your hand, then a dotted line of hot drops on your arm, from your wrist all the way up yo your shoulder and the same on your other arm.

Pause.

Guiding you as I draw a line connecting the two dotted lines just below your neck.

Pause.

Two lines on your inner tights, from your knee all the way up to your hip.
I touch you to spread your legs to offer easy access, to draw on you, and a semicircle connecting the two lines from one hip to the other appears, passing just above your belly button and another semicircle just below your belly button and a circle around it, and another a bit wider.

Pause.

A straight line all the way up to your neck and a circle around your right nipple and one around your left one. Another circle inside those and a third one while watching them growing hard and tall craving for their share.

Pause.

Drawing more and more circles on your exposed body getting closer to that tense and turgid cock, legs flexing and pushing your sex towards me, feeling the wetness start to appear at your edge, almost dripping from the tip and the wax drops getting closer.
The intensity grows, I'll start now guiding the falling line of wax down your length, the catch of breath from your masochistic pleasure and desire to feel the burning heat on that sensitive skin.

 Pause.

I let the pain build up in your mind, allow your craving to grow, the restlessness of your body now visible and your heavy breathing filling the air that surrounds us. The smooth tune playing in the background only interrupted by your moaning as the wax hits your balls. I begin covering them with a small waterfall of hot wax and the pain going straight to your mind mixes with your pleasure as you beg for more before the burning pain fades as it dries.

Pause.

You beg for more, you dare to raise your eyes to me, watching the candle levitate and the build up of wax preparing to be spilled over you. I decide to reward you with what you crave and let the burning hot wax cover your testicles again.

Another pause...

You know that the wax is melting during the pauses and it goes hotter resting by the flame.
You know your cock will be next, you've been holding up and proud waiting for that, you crave your reward now and beg for it. You beg me to wait too, the more I wait, more melted wax builds up to lead you over the edge.
I move your trembling hand close to your sex for you to hold it perfectly still for me and let the flow hit right there on your fingers and right on the head of your erected cock, feeling the wax drip down over the moisture reflecting in the light.
Pain and pleasure mixing up in a spinning world that sends your mind into orbit, exploding into a world only a few know.

Images of pain and pleasure and torture and sex and silence.
The final pause in the melody of your torment.