Human Candelabra

Ava lies flat on the bench. Her legs are strapped wide. A barrier blocks everything past her neck. Mistress Irony pushes candles between her toes and between her spread fingers, then lights them one by one. Hot wax slides down the shafts and bites into bare skin. More wax collects. The heat stings. Irony steps back, eyes on the wax pooling over Ava’s tits and corset. The blonde trembles. Maybe she has earned something now. Irony reaches between the open thighs and gives her that something, slow and cruel.