Mistress handed him a candle and told him to light it. It wa..

Mistress handed him a candle and told him to light it. It was a basic candle, no holder, perhaps the size of a can of soft drink. She handed him the lighter and, as instructed, he lit the candle and held the candle for her. She smiled and patted him on the head. "Good. Now follow me."

He placed a protective hand in front of the flame as he followed her. She didn't tell him she would punish him if the flame blew out, but he knew she would. It was her way, and he was already punished earlier that morning for another mistake. He couldn't handle further corrections.

They walked up the stairs, Mistress first of course. Being two steps ahead of him on the stairs meant her perfect bottom was just inches from his face. Though her ass was entirely covered, his cock began to swell.

They reached the top of the stairs and she opened the bedroom door. He saw her lover lying on the bed, naked, his majestic cock upright and erect already. Her lover only looked at Mistress, completely ignoring his presence in the hallway with the candle.

She stepped into the bedroom and he went to follow her but she put a hand out and told him to stop just as he reached the door. "I'm going inside now, to enjoy my lover. You're to wait here. Hold this candle until I return."

He nodded at her while his penis ached inside its harsh, steel cage. She closed the bedroom door and for a few minutes, he stood idly, holding his candle, regretting not using the bathroom while he had a chance, begging his cock to shrivel so the straining against the cage would stop hurting.

He began to hear moans from inside the bedroom. The recognisable sounds of gentle pleasure Mistress made when she was being orally satisfied. He pressed his ear up against the door as he fought his jealousy and arousal at the mental image of a tongue on her clit - the tongue he wished was his own. He loved to give Mistress clitoral orgasms.

The candle was warm in his hand and just as his cock began to drip precum through the cage, the candle wax began to drip down the side of the candle over his hands. It was hot, stinging, painful. It pooled over his finger and began to dry and solidify. The pain began to subside, but the dripping wax was not going to slow down from this point. It was leaking down the side of the candle in higher and higher quantities, just as her moans grew faster and louder.

He related the pain of the wax dripping over his fingers and hands to her pleasure. It felt right that his pain should equate her pleasure. But then he heard her groan that final orgasmic groan, pictured her grabbing his head with her hands and holding him in place as she finished on his mouth. And though her moans stopped, the candle continued to burn, the wax continued to drip, the pain continued to sting as new wax found empty spaces on his skin.

There were a few minutes of quiet, before the moans commenced once more. This time, accompanied with the heavy breathing of her lover and the bouncing of bed springs and banging of a headboard. Her lover was fucking her just as she liked - hard, fast and deep. Mistress bored easily of slow and gentle love making. Only a thorough, animalistic and almost painfully hard type of sex suited Mistress.

The sex lasted longer than he could ever have dreamed of being able to fuck someone. His own cock could never last more than a minute or so, and if he'd ever been given permission to fuck Mistress, it would surely explode instantly. She was right to cage him. It didn't stop his dick leaking and dripping down his legs as the wax dripped down his hands and onto his body.

There was no way that sex could last long enough for the candle to burn out entirely, but he began to wonder what would happen if it did. Would Mistress expect him to stand there, burning literally while burning with jealousy as she engaged in the world's longest fuck session with her lover?