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A story in the Tip Jar from Milly exploring her interest of BDSM. More images in the Tip Jar with the full story.

"A masterpiece must be sealed not just with a sigil, but with a thousand kisses of devotion," Alistair’s voice boomed, cutting through my haze. "Of fire... and of ice."

He lifted his hands, and the air around us shimmered. Dozens of small, flickering lights bloomed into existence, floating in the air around my chained form. They were candles, their flames burning with an unnatural, cold blue light. It was a terrifyingly beautiful sight.

Then, the first "kiss" landed. A droplet from one of the floating candles fell onto my stomach. I braced for the familiar heat of wax, but the sensation was a shocking, crystalline sting. It was frozen. I gasped against the cold, a new and unexpected agony. Another frozen drop hit my thigh, another on my shoulder, each one a tiny explosion of ice against my feverish skin.

"And now, fire," Alistair commanded.

The candle flames shifted from blue to a vibrant, angry orange. The next drop that fell was hotter than anything I had ever experienced before. It was a searing, liquid fire that hit my skin with an intensity that made the flogger's lash feel like a gentle caress. A raw, ragged scream was torn from my throat as my body convulsed violently.

The candles began to drip in a slow, relentless rhythm, alternating between the shocking cold and the searing heat. But the true torment began as the wax cooled. As Alistair's magic continued to make my body writhe and arch, the hardened wax, now stuck fast to my skin, began to pull.