Fire And Ice

Tonight was the night. My beloved has agreed to "play" and trust me to please her in ways she never thought she could be pleased. The house was ready, soft music played, lights dimmed, candles lit, and the stage set waiting for her.

She comes in the door slightly concerned but her eyes light up as I hand her my sparkling mead and I look into her eyes as I kiss her lightly on the lips. "Are you ready? " I ask quietly into her mouth. "Yes", she replies with slight uncertainty. I ask her for her safe word, lips and eyes still in contact. My right hand caresses the nape of her neck, the finger tips of the left stroking the small of her back.. She whispers the word softly into my mouth, and I close my right hand roughly in her hair and bend her back so I can stare into her eyes. I tell in a soft firm voice to go to her knees, and guide her down the length of my body until her lips are just inches from my crotch. Smiling down into her eyes, I say, "From now on you will do or say nothing, unless I tell you. You will ask for permission to speak. You will not touch me or yourself. Everything, including if and when you come, will be at my discretion and dependent on how "good" you are. Do you understand? You may answer, but remember, call me Sir or Master." Lips quivering slightly, eyes showing the hint of fear she replies, "Yes sir. May I speak?" I reply, "NO. Now get up and walk into the bedroom". She stands and walks into the bedroom ahead of me. She is greeted by the sight of our bed with the sheets turned down and four silk scarves and four rough twine ropes stretched from the corners. Candles light the room and a bucket of ice chilling my sparkling mead sits along with a cheese, chocolate, fruit and meat tray and a fresh cup of hot coffee all sitting on the table next to the King size bed. There is soft music still playing in the background and lavender incense fills the air.

I tell her to strip for me...slowly. As she takes her clothes off, I comment about the beauty of her skin, the gentle curves of her breasts, and the pleasure that may soon await her. Once she is totally naked in front of me, I stand up and move behind her with a blindfold in my hands. Kissing her on the nape of the neck, I tie the blindfold over her eyes, and then gently bite her right earlobe. I whisper into her ear asking her if she is thirsty. She replies "Yes Sir". Picking up a glass of ice cold mead, I hold it to her lips from behind her and let her drain it of its contents. I lead her to the bed , command her to lie face down, and remind her not to move. I take KY massage heating gel and spread it over her back, ass, and legs. I begin massaging it in, starting at the neck and arms, alternating gentle soft touches with deep rough force, occasionally scratching the skin with my fingernails and rings. I pay attention to all of those "special spots" I have grown to know and love, ensuring I avoid direct contact with her anus or vagina.

Once I finished with her feet, I flip her over and repeat the process from her feet to her throat in the front. I pinch or gently slap her breasts if she squirms too much, reminding her not to move, avoiding her nipples and vagina until she is squirming so much she cannot help herself. I can smell the sweet juices flowing from her. I can see the blood engorging her nipples and clitoris, and her vagina is literally quivering. I roughly pin her to the bed , grab her arms, and tell her she obviously cannot obey simple commands, so I must tie her up. I bind her hands and feet with the silk scarves and ropes. She whimpers, "Please Tom. Fuck me!" I just smile and say "Wrong name", and pinch a nipple. I trace the outline of her thighs just to the opening of her vagina, stopping just short of the opening.

I pick up a candle and the mead bottle. Alternating between the candle and the mead, I drip hot wax and ice cold mead from different heights onto her body, ensuring I never get close enough to burn her, but close enough to make her feel the heat. I drop the wax and mead on her nipples, near her vagina, her thighs, and all of her most sensitive spots, all the while, alternating stroking her skin gently with my fingertips, scratching her with my rings and nails, or pinching her flesh. Filling my mouth with hot coffee or cold mead, kissing, licking or sucking all of the most tender places of her body, alternating the pattern and location, keeping her mind guessing where and when the next drop will fall. I bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again, stopping just shy until she is quivering from head to toe; her vagina and clitoris are so engorged with blood and pulsating that I can barely penetrate her with my little finger. She is screaming, "Fuck me. Master" again and again, until the slightest touch anywhere sets her off again into quivering shudders. I release her from her bindings and, exhausted, she curls up against me, tears rolling down her face. She looks up at me saying, in a little voice, "But you never even got undressed. I never got to please you".. Smiling I gently kiss her tears and eyes and whisper "But, oh, you did, little one. Oh, you did". --

The End