When Steven gets tied up in the sling, his suffering increases rapidly till he’s not able to control himself any more.
He’s so excited that he wants to run around and jump and scream in pain, but his tethers don’t allow him even to budge. He’s waiting for something what’d alleviate his torment: maybe a breeze will cool down his heated body? Or a drop of water will fall on his parched lips? Of course, rain’d be the best.
And the rain does begin, but, as usual, fulfilment of our hopes only increases our suffering. Because drops, which fall on Steven’s wriggling body, aren’t waterdrops: his tormentor drips on him scorching hot wax. That’s one of the most exquisite kinds of torture in the whole BDSM: first stinging drop of wax comes as a shock, but even when Steven know what’s waiting for him, that doesn’t make his pain any less.
