Fire and Ice

A deep sigh, her eyes closed and her body relaxed into the knots binding her wrists to the back of the hard wooden chair. her legs fell open, her little black dress sliding up her thighs ever so slightly, the sweat emerging across her chest. The room was warm and the darkness of His dungeon became lighter as the moon rose.

Suddenly she heard Him, her Master. His presence was fierce, cold, commanding. She could feel Him. her blood ran cold when he was near, her breath icy. He was cruel, sadistic, lovely. her submission was simple, pure, she loved Him and hated Him.

His hands moved across her breasts, squeezing, pinching. she moaned, her thighs opening wider. His mouth pressed against her neck, biting, sucking, moving down to her exposed nipple where he pulled at them with his teeth. her moans became hisses as she tried to pull back. His eyes locked on her face, His hand immediately gripped her neck. He kissed her passionately. Then SLAP, His firm hand across her face. "Bitch." He scolded. she could feel His contempt for her, but his lust for her soul was too powerful. Sometimes she wondered who was the Master and who was the slave...

As He moved away from her, slowly, quietly, she could feel the tension like a thick mist surrounding her. she knew He was angry tonight and she was going to be His relief. she prepared herself with a deep exhail. This was His cue.

SMACK! The tail of His whip snipped her back through the chair. she gasped. Another and another. her tears fell but she remained silent. Secretly she wanted to take everything He had to give her, though her heart pounded and she longed to scream.

Finally a pause. she took a few deep breaths and let her body relax into the chair. Her Master stepped in front of her now, holding up a long, thick metal rod. her eyes narrowed, unable to imagine what sadistic plan was to be played out next. her eyes moved up to his face, noticing a smile. This made her heart beat so much faster, knowing His pleasure would be at her great sacrifice. "Blindfold?" He asked softly. After a moment, she could only nod. He tied it tight over her eyes, pulling her hair to force her head back. He always double-checked the blindfolds so there was no 'cheating.'

Here she felt the metal rod penetrate her, pushing her wet, black lace panties aside. It was cold, hard, thick. He slid it in and out of her, her thighs trying to close on it as she began to moan. He pinched at her nipples as he fucked her, faster now. As she began to climax, she began to notice warmth. Soon the warmth became hot, and soon very hot. Though she was still so close to orgasm she also began to tremble as it began to burn. "Master!" she cried.

His hand gripped her cheaks, forcing her mouth open. He spit on her tongue, "Swallow it!" He demanded, while still fucking her fiercely with the hot metal.

Here she came.... "ahhhhhoooohhhhhhh," she groaned and swallowed. In the very next moment, she felt ice penetrate her deeply. "oooohhhh God!" she squirmed.

"Good girl."

Her Punishment

A cold wind settled around Roan's pale-white flesh, her body trembling, tied to a tree in the early morning behind her Master's house. It overlooked the ocean, the sun slowly rising over the cliffs. She wriggled as the rough rope cut into her arms wrapped behind her to the tree, getting wet from the sharp pain, knowing her Master would be there soon. Her legs began to get tired standing for nearly an hour, waiting, being punished for coming home late and having been a naughty girl out with her friends.

Soon she could hear the leaves crunching under her Master's boots as he approached the yard. The sound of his thick leather boots made her moist, her head fall back against the tree and her heart beat faster. She could almost feel his touch before he arrived..

"Now," her Master's deep voice said, his hand grasping her neck firmly. "Are you going to apologize to your Master for being such a naughty little girl?"

"I'm sorry, Master." Roan whimpered, trying to breath through his tightening grip.

"I don't believe you. I will ask you again after your punishment continues." he smiled. Her gulp pressed through as he let go. Her eyes watching him, wide and uncertain. His expression was reason enough for her to fear what would happen next, for his pleasure at her pain was immense...

He knelt down and pulled her skirt up, then ripped her white cotton panties down to her ankles, so he could still see them as he reached his hand to her sweet, wet pussy and began stroking it. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. Being touched by her Master anywhere would make her cum instantly, but to be pleasured by him was beyond any physical pleasure. Her moans got louder as he poked into her and began fucking her hard and fast with his fingers. "Look at me." he demanded.

She opened her eyes wide and looked down at him, deep into his eyes. Her heart reaching out and trying to show him how much she was His. He looked back at her, his face serious as he fucked her, fucked her hard with his dirty fingers, which slid in and out so easily with the cum that continued to pour out of her, her groans loud and steady. "You know you've been a bad girl, don't you, slave?" he said, continuing to fuck her tight pussy. "Tell me!"

"Yesssss, Master.." She moaned.

"Yes, what?!" he demanded.

"I've been a bad little girl!" she cried out, cumming again on her Master's fingers.

Suddenly he stopped, picked a long, narrow stick up from the ground. "I'm glad you think so, because I want you to know my love. This is for your own good." he smiled. Here he began to strike her thighs with the stick, hard and fast all at once. Over and over. She screamed, not only of pain, but of the dripping wet pleasure she had just endured. The combination turned her inside out, cumming again, screaming as the blows became harder, turning her flesh red and bloody.

After moments of this, he dropped the stick. He watched her, watched her eyes silently until she looked at him again. She stood against the tree, bloody thighs, soaked in her own juices, her white panties around her ankles. Her eyes were worn and soft. He came to her and kissed her mouth softly.

"You are forgiven." he whispered in her ear. Here he began to untie her and let her fall to the grass. She curled up in a ball and lay still. He stroked her hair. "On your knees, I'm going to fuck you now." he pulled at her hips. She moved into position.

He pulled out his very hard, thick cock and pushed it into her juicy, warm center. "mmmmm" he moaned, "your pussy is much sweeter after you have your punishment. I could take your pussy all afternoon..." And so he did, though she was tired and hurt, she only lived to please her Master..