100 Centimetres - Experience 04.2

Authors Note

Thanks once again for all your support. I didn't have the time to write this experience as one story thus it's two parts. Hope you enjoy!

Ice

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The Ice Fantasy continues...

Ecstasy. Eternal Bliss. Fireworks. That's what I was expecting to feel but it didn't eventuate. No, you had something more cruel, more sinister, more dominating in mind. You were not going to give your disobedient slave her release. I hadn't earned it. Not yet.

You kneel next to me on the bed and remove my blindfold and gag. I stole a glance into your eyes for a hint as to what you were going to do but they were cold and clouded, revealing no secrets. I adjusted my jaw, moving my tongue around my mouth, trying to bring the moisture back after so long with the gag in. You slide a cube of ice over my lips, wetting them before pushing them open and placing the ice inside my mouth. The cube quickly melts in my warm mouth and you sit astride of my shoulders for shoving your angry and engorged cock down my throat . You thrust in and out, constantly holding your cock at the back of my throat, causing me to gag and choke at the same time.

You tell me what a naughty and disobedient submissive I have been and that this is the punishment I must suffer. I thought the agony of you cutting off my air supply would never end but then you release your hot sticky load down my throat, calling me a filthy, dirty and ungrateful whore. Forcing me to swallow every last drop and to lick your cock clean.

You remove yourself from my body and leave the room. I don't know how long I lay there, one hour? Two? Three? Trying to catching my breath after you fucking my mouth and also trying to calm my rapidly racing heart rate. As the time went by, the more fearful I grew. I was tied to your guest bed and had been for hours with no way to possibly attain freedom. You were pissed off at me and rightfully so. I just wasn't prepared for the wrath that I had faced.

Just as I feel myself start to drift off into a light sleep, I feel your fingers gently caress the inner skin of my thighs. Teasing them, tasting them, captivating me. I can feel my juices start to run down my thighs from your attentions. You put some of my pussy juice on your fingers and place them in my mouth. I earnestly suck on them eager to please you and taste my desire.

You position yourself over the top of my body and slide your cock into my soaking wet pussy. Slow, gentle movements. The tension that you are building within me is making me impatient to cum. I try and rock my hips to meet your thrusts but you slap my nipples and demand I be still. The slow sensations are torturous when you crave a release. I whimper and quietly start to plead with you to let me cum.

You make me call myself all sorts of degrading names. Whore, slut, bitch, the list goes on. This adds fuel to the fire and I beg you to cum in this unworthy slaves pussy. You start to move quickly all of a sudden, rough and hard. I move my hips in sync with your powerful thrusting as you start to pound my pussy. I start to moan out loud, thanking my Master for fucking my worthless cunt.

It felt like you were tearing through my body. This primal instinct had taken over your body, with an untamed glaze over your eyes. Your thrusting into my pussy, the grunting from exertion with the determination to fill me deeply with your seed had me at the brink of pure rapture and endless torture. You were the predator and I, the defenceless prey.

I was being impaled like a gazelle by a spear. Bound by my binds with nowhere to go. Forced to take the vanquished fucking of my Master. All I was at that time was a hot warm hole that was owned by your great and powerful cock. My cries so loud I wonder if the whole neighbourhood could hear them. A cocktail of pain and pleasure.

I'm screaming, pleading and crying at this point, begging for your permission to cum. You kept me in tortuous limbo for a while yet and when I thought I could not keep being obedient anymore, you finally gave your consent. I'm not sure how you could quite describe the feeling of that orgasm. The trembling, dizziness and pure pleasure tore through me as I rode the wave of fulfilment. It was heaven. You also came too, pouring your seed deep inside my pussy, where it belonged, the deepest chamber of your submissive slave.

The term higher high is were I was right at that moment. Delirious and feverish with our powerful fucking. As I eventually came down from my high, you release me from my binds and caress my body, leaving a trail of sweet delicious soft kisses over my lips and neck. I wasn't use to this side of you. Your tender and caring persona. I hear you speak, vocalising your fear that I had left and I wasn't returning. I had given you fear that you had forever lost your submissive. The largest wave of guilt washed over me. There was nothing more I could do but beg for your forgiveness as I sought your lips in consolation.

In the early hours of the morning, I fell asleep for the first time in the arms of my Master. Locked in his strong, protective and fiery embrace. This wasn't his actual bed but it was a step in the right direction. This experience brought me several centimetres closer to my ultimate goal.