100 Centimetres - Experience 11

Authors Note:

For my love.

Ice

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After making a breakfast of fresh fruit and yoghurt, we both sit down at the dining table and discuss what our plans are for the day. We decide to drive into the beautiful city of Cairns for some shopping and lunch. I walk to the bathroom, in desperate need of a shower after this morning's activities. I do tease you and say loudly that I am all alone and need you to wash my back. Within seconds I feel your hands on my face, covering my eyes, whispering into my ear that I am your whore and such a tease.

You turn me to face you, my back against the herringbone tiled wall, your lips seeking mine. I love when you do this Master. Your kisses blind me with my love for you. Nowhere to go. No one to interfere. It is just the two of us. You place soft, delicate kisses on my neck, my shoulders, that sweet spot under my left ear. Making my skin become covered in goose bumps despite the hot water of the shower. Your breath tickles my skin, sending thrills and sensations all across my body. I open my eyes and am met by yours. Those eyes place me into a trance. They hypnotise me, possess me and control me.

Your fingers gently caress my pussy, making me moan softly in desire. Your fingers rubbing my clit, using circling motions. I am melting under your touch. My pussy becomes very wet almost instantaneously. It recognises the touch of its Master, its Dominant, its owner. My breathing speeds up and I am whimpering as you caress. I can feel the rise of my orgasm start, my body on fire. My eyes start to plead with you, my lips whispering shakily, 'Please, please Master. Let your slave cum for you'. I am delirious, my body on edge, on the brink of pleasure. And then you stop.

You stop caressing, you stop your kisses and start to wash your body instead. I have never been more frustrated. To be so close yet so far. You denied me my orgasm. I follow your actions and also start to wash myself. My body craving your touch and its release. My face must have showed this frustration because you laugh at me. A plan devises in my head. I don't know if it is a smart idea but I know that I can also be a tease.

After towel drying each other, I set to work on brushing my tangle of curls. Placing some light make up on my face and the perfume that you love, I wander to the closet to pick out an outfit for today. Something caught my eye. It was a black lace hanky hem mini skirt. I can tease too was all I could think. I add a black tank top and some gladiator sandals to my outfit but no bra and no panties. My nipples pointed, hardened under my top despite the very warm weather.

I meet you at the front door and present myself for your approval. You kiss my forehead and say to me that you are perfect. We walk down the stairs and to the car. You slap my arse as I get into the car and then get into the driver's seat. We put Nightwish on in the car to listen to it on the one hour drive into the city and sing at the top of our lungs. One of us is off key and it isn't myself.

We arrive at the giant shopping mall, the open car park surrounded by tall palm trees, the fronds rustling in the salty ocean breeze. I take a deep breath in as I exit the car, enjoying the fresh air and warmth of the sun on my pale white skin. You take my hand and we walk into the entrance. So many different places to see and explore. It's a good thing neither of us enjoy shopping very much. We head to the men's brand name clothing store and buy you a new tie and shirt. Damn Master, you look sexy in navy blue. I couldn't help but admire you. You catch me as I am checking you out, a smile spreading over your face. I have fallen for you so badly.

We decide to stop for a lunch break at a small cafe that makes the most amazing mango smoothies in the universe. So delicious. The smile on your face as you see your submissive content over something as basic as mango smoothie makes me laugh. But Master, you teased me so this morning and I was an extremely horny, sexually frustrated submissive. I would tease you as you teased me. Then we will see which one of us is wearing the smile.

I take your hand and drag you into the perfume store. I am gone when a man walks past wearing a sexy scent. It is like a weapon against us poor women. Us poor defenceless women can't help but follow and inhale that beautiful manly cologne. We try out many scents and settle on an Armani and Calvin Klein one for you. I cannot stop smelling you. It is so addictive and intoxicating. The effect that it has on me is not fair. I feel my cheeks heat up as I feel myself getting wet and turned on. I steal a glance at you and you are staring back, highly amused. You take me by the hand and lead me out of the store, that intoxicating smell following. My mind is clouded, my eyes glazed over with lust. If you had taken me right there and then in front of all those people, I would not have minded the slightest bit.

Walking through the mall, we come across a beauty salon, one that does manicure and pedicures. We check if they have any availabilities and by chance, they could fit me in right there and then. I ask you what will keep you occupied while I am getting my nails done and you said not to worry about you and to enjoy. I settle into the massage chair as my feet soak and enjoy the pampering. My mind wandering briefly as to what my Master would be getting up to in this foreign world of Australia. I choose a metallic dark blue gel nail polish for both my fingernails and toenails. My favourite colour in the whole wide world. You come back an hour later, the same shopping bags in your hand of stores that we had already visited. A suspicious smile passed over my face. What have you been up to Master?

You admire the colour I chose and said it matched well with my eyes, before stealing a kiss. 'Are there any other places you would like to visit while we are here my love?' you ask and that is when my idea to tease you back came to mind. I replied that I would like to see the music record store before we go back to our accommodation for the day. This makes you laugh. My love of music will never disappear. We walk to the other side of the mall, going up to the next level by the escalator. I always have this fear that my foot will get stuck in one of these for some reason.

We arrive at the giant music store. It is nearly closing time and the whole store seems almost abandoned except for the one store attendant who is busy with end of day duties. There are aisles upon aisles of CD's, vinyl records, CD players, surround sound systems, amplifiers and musical instruments. I am walking very slowly in front of you, my eyes scanning the heavy metal section. I think we both know I would probably buy each and every CD if I could. I think about how I am going to implement my plan so I start to rub my hands over your chest, placing soft kisses on your neck before moving away.

I am teasing you between the aisles of CD's, rubbing my arse up against your cock, grinding into it before quickly walking away. Throwing a stare over my shoulder back at you, a mischievous smile on face. My Dominant does like to be teased but not to such an extent. I could see the possessiveness and want build up on your face like an ominous storm cloud. I had your attention for sure but I did not know what you would do with such a tease. I lose sight of you as I find my niche of symphonic metal. Leaning over the stand to get a closer look at the CD's at the back, I feel you press your cock up against my exposed ass. I am not wearing any panties and I can feel your hardness through your pants.

You whisper into my ear that I am such a tease and that I am about to be shown how much a slut I am for you. You lift up the edge of my skirt, I hear the sound of a zipper before I feel your hard, throbbing cock, force itself into my wet, warm and inviting pussy. I struggle not to make a sound, a slight moan escaping my lips. How I have needed this. To be impaled on your cock. Even in such a public place. I start to rock my hips back onto your cock, my pussy, taking each and every inch of you. I feel so full, so complete and so much like a slut. You are fucking me in a music store!

I feel your hands on my hips, pulling me back tight onto your cock. Whispering to me that I am your slut, your slave, your bitch. I can only nod my head, my teeth biting into my tongue to stop myself from moaning and whimpering from the amazing sensations I am feeling right now. My eyes flicker open and I see a face from afar, the shop attendant, watching me get fucked in the middle of the heavy metal section. My face burns with embarrassment, I am sure you have not noticed that we were being watched.

My nipples pointed through my top, my wet pussy, a sheath around your cock, I am in the throes of ecstasy right now. You start to really pound into me, your balls making wet slapping sounds which thankfully are masked by the sound of the music being played on the store wide audio system. I close my eyes and just lose myself in the moment. This is what I needed right now. All that sexual frustration that was built up from this morning was being satisfied. How I love when you control me like this. Treat me like such a slut, because that is what I am. Your slut to use whenever and however you see fit.

I can feel you speeding up your thrusting, your grunting sounds loud in my ear. I am so close as well, desperate to feel that much needed release. You whisper harshly into my ear, that I want you to beg. I want you to beg for me to allow you to cum. To plead out loud for me to fuck you and to cum deep inside you. My face flushes at the thought and I almost lose my nerve but you are edging me closer and closer the one thing I have needed all day and I wasn't going to lose that now. I start to murmur for you to fuck me. You pretend you cannot hear me and start to slow down your thrusts.

I sigh in resignation, I know that was never going to be satisfactory to you Master. I start to moan loud and plead with you to fuck me. To make me your slave and your slut. That I exist only to please you. You grab hold of my hair and pull it as you start to fuck me harder and harder. My eyes are closed, my pussy is so wet for its owner. Please cum deep inside me Master. Please let me cum on your cock. Let my pussy milk every last drop of your seed. This has the desired effect on both of us as you groan and give my permission to cum as you start pumping our hot, white cum deep inside my pussy. I cum so hard on your cock, the orgasm tearing through my body. I am so grateful you are holding onto me because I became so light headed from the cloud you sent me to. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over both of us.

We finally become aware of our surroundings once more, you pull out your cock, motioning for me to clean it with my tongue. I kneel before you, my tongue licking both of our juices from your now softening cock. My eyes staring up at you as I lick your cock in appreciation for the pleasure it just allowed me to feel. You pull me to my feet, tucking yourself back in and pull me skirt down over my arse. You kiss me very passionately, whispering to me that you knew what I was up to all along. I look into your eyes, the sheepishness displayed clearly on my face. You know me to well. 'Were there any CD's that you would like'? You ask. I pick up a couple and we head to the checkout area. I could not even look the shop attendant in the eyes. Knowing that they had just witnessed us fucking in public.

Heading out of the mall and making our way back to the car, I can feel your cum leaking down my leg. As reminder of the fucking I had just experienced. How delightful it was to experience. We get into the car and you hand me a ring box. My heart starts to race and all I could think was 'Surely not'. Inside that beautiful box was not a ring. No. It contained a one centimetre length of the measuring band. I cannot help but smile. You are teasing me. It is not my fault you are the tone deaf one Master and I can sing better. What will happen in our next experience? I do wonder and look forward to it.