The table.

"That one," you answer. "Th- the table, I guess."

With a smile and a nod, the Crimson Queen removes the chain from the rail, and gently pulls you over to the table, turning you around so your back is to it. She then pushes you back slowly, and you cooperate by laying back on the table.

She takes your legs, fitting each of your ankles into the leather straps at the table's corners before producing a little key from her bodice, and unlocking the shackles on your wrists. The chains get tossed to the stone floor, and she gently yet insistently puts your wrists in the top two straps. You're left facing the blank stone ceiling, the surface beneath you rather cold.

You see the Crimson Queen has turned away from you, and she now faces the shelves on the wall beside the table. She soon turns around, and holds up a small, silver knife as she comes back to the table. Standing at your side, she slowly lowers the blade to the neck of your pink, silk dress, barely touching your skin with its point. You give a tiny gasp as you feel the hot metal on your flesh, and your jaw trembles.

She doesn't touch you with it long, however, proceeding to drag it down your costume, slicing the fabric down the middle and catching your bra on the way. She then cuts the short sleeves of the dress free, and you're left exposed from the waist up, lying on the remnants of your clothing.

She brings the now slightly cooler knife to your face, and presses it upon your quivering lips. The metal is still hot, though, and the touch is almost painful. You bring your lip into your mouth in an attempt to soothe the feeling. The Crimson Queen just smiles, white teeth barely showing. She walks back over to the shelves for a moment, coming back with one of the candles in her hand.

You look at her with dismay as she holds the bright red candle's glass jar before her. "Did it feel good?" she asks, the candle's flame underlighting her porcelain features.

You aren't sure how to answer. It felt hot, but not too hot. You also assume she would want you to answer yes, and don't want to make her angry. However it did feel a little... exciting.

"...Yes," you say uncertainly. The Crimson Queen's ruby lips turn up in a pleased smirk.

"Then relax, my darling, and let yourself feel it all." Her sultry voice falls into a breathy whisper as she leans over you, placing the candle upon the skirt of your dress between your legs. You soon feel the warmth it radiates through the fabric of the portion of gown that you still wear, watching as she dips the knife into the melted red wax.

She swiftly brings the dripping steel out and over your exposed stomach, pressing the flat of the blade against the smooth skin of your stomach. You squirm, a noise escaping you as the hot wax and metal is spread upon your skin. The Crimson Queen's smile grows to a grin, and the delight in her eyes is quite apparent as she takes in your reaction. The wax very quickly cools, leaving the burning feeling stuck to your skin.

"Ahh..." she breathes, licking her lips as she dips the knife again. This time she brings it over your stomach only to drip a drop into your belly-button. You wince again as she brings the rest up between your breasts, sliding across your skin again. The hot substance's burn only lasts a moment, but the feeling still makes your heart thump and toes curl.

She dips the knife yet again, and slathers your left side with almost-burning wax, repeating the act for the right. By now you're skin is coated in quite a few places by the cooled red wax, but she doesn't seem to find that to be enough.

The Crimson Queen moves lower, taking the hem of your dress in her sharp, red nails, and pulling it up to reveal your smooth, bare legs. She removes the jar from between them to hold it right over your exposed thigh, tipping it just enough to drizzle even hotter wax onto the skin.

You meekly cry out as the burning liquid pours over your leg, doing so again as she treats the other thigh the same. Squirming in your bonds, you can do nothing to relieve the sensations. You breath comes quicker, and you find a moment of respite as it cools. By then she's come back up, candle in hand, to stand by your head.

"Are you... excited, my darling?" she asks, staring into your eyes.

"Y-yes," you answer.

She frowns, holding the jar over your chest as she tips it again. A drizzle of burning wax spills onto your breast, and you cry out once more as the hot liquid cascades down the sensitive flesh.

"'Yes' what?" she whispers, leaning closer.

"Yes Mistress!" you answer between heaving breaths.

She smiles again, leaning in to cover your mouth with hers. She sucks onto your lips, leaving a string of saliva to fall down your chin as she stands up again. "Good girl..."

With the knife, she stirs the melted wax, slowly bringing the jar toward your chest again. She lifts the liquid out with the blade, and spreads it over your other nipple. You seethe, writhing uselessly as a moan escapes your mouth.

"Such a pretty sight," The Crimson Queen says as she stands straight again, walking around you as she admires her handiwork. "I think it's time we really get started, hm?" With that, she moves to lean over the lower end of the table, bringing the knife up again to slice your skirt open. As the pink, silken fabric falls away, she turns her attention to your panties.

"Good, you weren't lying," she purrs, sliding a finger over the soaked pink cloth. Her touch elicits another moan from you, and she smirks. "It seems you require some special attention..."