I guess, maybe I over stepped the line, but frankly, that was what she loved about being my play thing. She liked that on occasion, I really didn’t give her a say in her own pleasure.
I bound her over the dinning room table, using real handcuffs this time. Like, the metal ones the police use.
I ordered her to strip in the living room. She complied.
Then I handed her the cuffs and told her to put them on. She complied, though she took her sweet time in doing it. I almost lost interest she took so long. I could tell she was aware, and that’s what made her go through with it in the end.
Finally, when she’d done as I’d ordered, I grabbed the little chain between her hands and lead her by that to the dinning room.
*
I pushed her against the table. It was a bit too tall to be bent over, which was perfect. I pressed against her from behind. Pinning her against it.
I kissed her neck and she purred.
I ran my hands around her, over her tits. I cupped them, I gently pinched her nipples. I felt her body quake a bit.
I whispered in her ear not to move.
I walked to the far end of the table. I crouched down to the floor. There was a y-shaped chain I’d attached earlier to that end of the table, one end around each table leg, and the third length of chain lay in a pile on the floor. I picked it up, then I stood up and reappeared to her, holding it in my hand.
I saw her squint to try to figure out what I was holding. I saw her eyes widen as I started to walk around the table toward her, as I reached out my right hand toward her hands and grabbed the cuffs with it. I brought the chain in my left hand to meet them.
“Get on the table” I barked.
She just looked at me.
“I said lay on the fucking table or this is gonna really hurt…”
She did as she was told. She basically hopped awkwardly forward and splashed down on her tits on the table, leaving her feet dangling.
I pulled her a few inches further onto the table.
There was a carabiner on the end of the chain – one of those giant clips that yuppies put on their backpacks for no good reason. I used it to attach her cuffs to the chain. She would not be able to drop back down to her feet on the floor now. She wasn’t exactly stressed as I rigged her. Yes, her hands were forced up and away from her and her body forced flat against the cold oak of the table. But, really, she was just held in that position… for what was to come.
*
I left her there without a word and entered the kitchen.
I took off my clothes. Whenever I had her in such a position, it was an instant and constant erection, and there was no reason for me to hide it. I seriously considered just walking in, and jerking off and wasting whatever cum was brewing in my balls without even touching her again. Seeing if she’d beg for my cock as she often did. If she’d admit how much she wanted it this time.
But, I felt like, my earlier plans would be a bit more fun for the both of us.
I went to the freezer.
*
I doubted she could feel the chill, yet I did see her shivering on the table when I entered the room.
I held the crystal dildo behind my back as I approached. She wasn’t looking over her shoulder, but I wanted to make absolutely sure the first touch would be a surprise.
I walked up behind her and between her dangling legs, and I let the stiffness of my erection press between her ass cheeks, and against the bottom bit of her pussy. I basically nestled myself between it, and shimmied back and forth a bit, toying with her.
Then I pulled the dildo from behind my back and sat the tip on her tail bone, and I watched all hell break loose.
It was freezing cold in my hands. I don’t think it qualified as frozen, but god it was uncomfortable to hold and I can only imagine the shock wave it sent through her nervous system. I felt her pussy lips rubbing against the base of my cock and her ass cheeks tightening up near the head. She was moaning with some mix of pain or agony.
I very soon dragged it up her spine, over each bump, and just saw her squirming and heard her panting. I rubbed it up on each side of her neck, then back down… excruciatingly slow. I wanted her to really feel it, as I always did, to experience every inch of anything I decided she could take for pleasure. This time, it was the cold.
I worked it down to her tailbone but did not stop this time. I let the tip down between her asscheeks and as it forced them apart, I felt it graze the tip of my cock, and MY FUCK it was freezing cold.
I stepped back, this wasn’t my torture, it was hers.
I traced that cold tip down, between her ass cheeks and over her little asshole, and watched her fucking grinding her body against the table trying to get loose now. Her legs were kicking and she was moaning as I pushed the tip against her pucker a bit. Teasing her that maybe that was her fate. But it was not.
I let the tip run down all the way to the tops of her pussy lips and I nuzzled it between them, and she moaned.
I needed better access though.
*
I placed the dildo on the table and I saw her look back, and I heard her gasp. It was a good 6 or 7 inches long… which was probably nothing for a girl like her. But… it was almost 3 inches in diameter…
I reached down and grabbed behind her knees. I forced them apart and then up, lifting her entire body in the process, and then forced her knees onto the lip of the table. Then I pushed forward still further. I basically forced her into the most prone of positions. So her pussy and ass were presented to me. As I needed them.
I heard a cry with a good bit of fear in it. She feared the beasts of a frozen cock that sat beside her on the table… and with good reason.
I grabbed the dildo, and I ran the entire length over her length. I pushed it between her lips and pushed the full flat length of it against her, and started sliding it up and down so it brushed her clit. No real pressure but even then she almost launched herself off the table.
So I put one of my hands on the small of her back and pushed down, putting all my leverage on it, holding her down, pushing her toward the cold. And now, I increased the pressure again her. She was held against it full, and the cold must have rocketed through her cause she moaned. And I could smell her lust. I was tempted to help her survive the cold with the heat of my tongue.
And this time I gave in.
*
I threw my face forward and pushed my tongue full up into her pussy. And it was fucking juicy.
I felt the cold of the dildo on my chin, and it must have been torture for her. That made me so hard.
I lapped at her, I licked for all I was worth, all she was worth.
She then thrust back against my tongue but, every time she did she moved just as fast away from it because when she pushed down she hit the cold crystal even harder. Her moans were amazing.
*
All at once I heard her panting, and for the first time, I made out her unmistakable word of true submission… she called out, “more!”
Well I gave her more. I pulled my tongue from her, and I ran the dildo backward, toward her opening.
I let the tip press against her opening. Where my tongue had brought the warmth, it now brought the cold. And I pressed it. I could see her lips parting, I could see her inner lips opening around it.
I could hear her chanting, “yes… pleeeeeease.”
And so I pushed it hard, and harder. I saw her greedy cunt opening to take all of it, and I pressed, I pressed what was the tip in and she moaned.
I worked that tip in and out and her entire pelvis shook around it. She thrust herself back, she wanted it inside her. She would have it inside her.
I pushed all at once and she screamed. It disappeared only an inch or two into her, but all at once and she moaned. I knew she stretched around it, I knew she’d never been so stretched. She screamed and I worked it in and out a bit and she moaned.
“Do you want more?” I asked, but I already knew the answer.
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