100 Centimetres - Experience 04.1

Authors Note:

Thank you to everyone for your really encouraging feedback on my series so far. I hope you enjoy the next part of the adventure.

-Ice

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I was being an exceedingly volatile bitch today. The European Winter with its cold and infinite darkness was really testing me. I longed for the big open blue skies and the blistering warmth of the sun. Endless hours of being kept indoors was making me homesick. The desire to go for a jog through a forest and breathe some fresh air was overpowering.

It was late afternoon on a Friday and the wind had picked up, the temperature plummeted and it had started snowing. I stare gloomily outside the lounge room window, watching the snowflakes fall. My naive self thought this would be the perfect opportunity to go for a run through that nearby forest. I needed some freedom. You hadn't finished work yet and I thought I would be back well before you arrived home. As if floating on a cloud, I leave the front door, pick up the pace and just run. It's nearly an hour before I reach the forest, it's tall trees decorated in white.

My mind finally calms and an awareness of what I was doing finally was realised. It was snowing, not lightly either. The ground was becoming increasing difficult to walk on, visibility was near nonexistent, the wind howled around me. My surroundings started to blur and look the same. A dreadful fear crept in. I hadn't told anyone where I was, could I actually make my way back?

I wander around, lost, freezing and with very minimal sight. My fingers are icy, my face is being burnt by cold and the wind is stinging my eyes. I finally see a street lamp which is on a road just on the outskirts of the town. I shiver my way through the dark and abandoned streets. How I kept going, I don't know. I remember reaching your front door and collapsing then nothing.

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Warmth. Delicious, hypnotic, fulfilling warmth. As my other senses start to awaken, I feel warm hands on my body. As I open my tired eyes, I meet your concerned and worried eyes. I was expecting a reprimand but I am not a child and you are not my parent. Together, we are Master and submissive. I'm wrapped in a thick blanket, in your arms on the sofa. You pick me up and carry me into the bathroom. A hot steamy bath awaits. You undress me, slowly and gently, making trails of soft kisses over my now naked body. You place me in the bath, the hot water scalding my skin but making me delirious with heat. You also undress and climb into the bath, sitting behind me.

You stroke my hair as I rest my head on your chest. Your hands dipping into the water and running it all over my body. I can feel the tiredness and chill ease from my body. The gentle caresses of my Master.

You run a finger over my nipple, pinching it, making me gasp. Your hands start wandering over my body, exploring every inch. I moan quietly as I feel your cock start to harden, pushing into my back. I turn over to face you, my hands grip your cock and start to stroke it. You pull yourself up to sit on the edge of the bath and I take your now very aroused cock in my mouth. My tongue swirling around the tip, sucking you back into my hot wet mouth. I start sucking your cock deeper, stroking it at the same time, my tongue with a mind of its own.

You knead my breasts as you stand up and start ramming your cock down my throat, fucking my face. You wedge your cock at the back of my throat and hold it there. I struggle as you have cut off my supply of air. My eyes plead with you and you finally release your hold on my head. Your strong arms lift me out of the now warm water and wrap me in a pure Egyptian cotton towel. This confuses me as I still had not made you cum. My confusion however, would be short lived...

After towel drying each other, you force me to kneel, placing a leather studded collar around my throat. My eyes widen in utter surprise as you also attached leather cuffs to my hands and feet. A chain leash is attached to my collar and you lead me, on all fours, into the waiting guest room. I am forced to my feet as you bind my breasts with rope, pinching them roughly so they stand to attention. You place clamps on both and I whimper at the pain as they press down. You tie my hands behind my back and secure me with rope to the top beam of the bed so I was just standing on my toes.

You are in absolute control by this point. I was tied to your bed, defenceless and full of desire. You pull something black from behind your back, a riding crop. I start to struggle, trying to pull myself free from my tight bondage. I was not familiar with what type of pain the crop would bring and it frightened me yet also captivated me. You bring the crop up and administer the first lash across my thighs. It isn't really painful, just more surprising. I thought to myself, this is going to be a walk in the park, I can handle this. How wrong I was...

Stroke after stroke. Lash after lash. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my back and my ass were introduced to the pain and agonising sting of the riding crop. It felt like it would never end. My cries and begging for you to stop deafened the room. You pull me up to stand by my leash and bend me over the bed spanking my ass over and over again until it's turned red in colour. Your hand prints decorate my ass and my body is alight with colour from the riding crop.

You bind my hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. I am completely at your mercy. You place a blindfold over my eyes and a gag inside my mouth. Then, nothing. I lay there waiting for your next move but it doesn't come. Twenty minutes goes by and I start wondering if you were ever coming back. Those thoughts were quickly banished as I feel an icy cold feeling slide over my right breast. I arch my back at the sudden feeling of cold, moaning with the utmost craving. This is my deepest and darkest fantasy and you were bringing it to reality. You run the ice cube over both my clamped nipples. The ice may have been cold but the watery path it left was anything but.

You continue to trail the ice down my stomach, circling around my belly button and then going down even further. I feel the icy cold touch on my inner thighs, you sliding the ice closer and closer to my now, very wet pussy. I inhale deeply as I wait for the ice on my clit but it doesn't come. You are teasing me. I feel something very wet, very hard touch my asshole. You have a large glass butt plug, covered in gel and ready to take over my asshole. You push against my asshole, I start to squirm at the sudden intrusion. You command me to relax in which I obey and you slide the butt plug in place, securely. You teasingly tap on my clit a couple of times which makes me try and beg for more. Cries that were muffled and went unanswered.

I'm not sure that at this point I could handle anymore teasing but you seem to know my body better than I do. You make your way up to breasts once again and remove the left nipple clamp. I can quite honestly say, I was not prepared for the pain as the blood rushed back into my nipple. Tears start to form in my eyes, behind my blindfold, the gag muffling my protests of pain. You soothe them with the cube of ice, making them numb.

You trace your finger over my super sensitive clit, dipping a wanted finger inside my pussy, sliding your finger in and out. One finger, then another, then another and another. Your powerful fingers stretching my tight pussy in preparation for your hard and dominating cock. I can feel you as you tap your cock against my clit, sending waves of pleasure and need throughout my captive body. I inhale sharply as I finally feel your cock at the lips of my hungry and waiting pussy...

To be continued...