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.