by Iona Nixon
As Steve stood beside her he let his free hand stray to the hem of her red silky dress. Inch buy inch he let his warm hand slid slowly up the inside of her silky thigh. He could feel her muscles tight as she trained to rub her thighs together. The ice melted and there were now two damp cold spots on the bodice of her red dress and there her nipples swelled, Steve could see their wonderful silhouette as he looked down on her. The ice was melting now in his hand. Under the graceful fingers of his other hand he could feel goosebumps on the inside of Jenny's thigh.
Jenny felt cold and hot at the same time. Her nipples now ached and she wanted more than anything to be able to roll them and squeeze them between her fingers. No, between Sir's. She strained at those damned eggs. She felt she wanted to rub herself, needed to. Like an itch she was going crazy needing relief from this... this torture. She would do anything. As she squirmed she felt his hand, so warm in contrast slowly making it's way. "Fuck! Why wasn't he moving faster? Didn't he understand?" But she knew he did, she knew he was absolutely in control of her, her body and her relief from this, this frustration like no other she had ever felt.
At last he let his hand cup her pubic mound, moulding his hand to her. The heel of his hand on hair and his fingers curled down light pressing against her engorged and swollen lips. He could feel her wetness, soaking his hand, smothered through her fine hair. He decided he would attend to that shortly. She was pushing herself up into his hand now trying to feel some pressure from him but kept the touch light.
Then he applied downwards pressure as she pressed up and he felt the gentle vibrations of the eggs. Then he laid the remnants of the ice cube down to melt on the table cloth and slipped his hand in his pocket.
"Click, Click, Click"
She felt so good to feel the pressure of his and against her and she wanted his finger inside her, violating her. In the split moment she imagined herself lewdly opening her thighs and his fingers savagely rubbing her pussy and bringing that much need relief. But then she heard the first click. The eggs didn't stop but increased the intensity of vibration, then again and "OH God" again! In just a second the eggs were now vibrating intensely and hitting off each other with and incredible frequency. Sirs hand pressed down with a calculated pressure and his finger just fell between her sopping wet lips.
Now she felt the heel of his hand pressing down as the eggs vibrated of each other and the just under the heel of his hand it felt. She convulsed as the eggs vibrated inconsistently on what she assumed must be her G Spot. Then she felt herself lose whatever tatters of self control she had left.
Almost as soon as she had let herself go and submitted to the feelings and sensations she was going through there was a click and there was silence and no vibrations. Just Sir's hand applying pressure to her pussy. She tried to raise her head but felt week and then remembered she was blindfolded. She felt a feeling of disappointment, literally an anticlimax. She strained at the ropes and wondered what was coming next?
She heard noises and was somehow aware that Sir was standing between her legs.
She breathed heavily, partly from being brought to very edge of climax and partly because she was feeling anxious about what was next.
Steve was standing between her legs. Behind him he had a trolley with a white towel covering what was laid upon it. Carefully he took the hem of her red dress which was now up bunched up around her waist and just covering her thinly haired pussy and he lifted it clear.
Right up to her navel exposing her pussy and lower stomach. He marvelled at the tenseness of her stomach and the fluttering he could see. He smiled as he thought of butterflies in the stomach.
"You will want to stay as still as possible now Jenny. One slip and I might accidentally cut you."
"What the fuck!" Is all hat went through her mind. The bonds strained as she tried them to see if they held. They did.
"Please Sir?" she heard herself plead. Then she heard a buzzing but it wasn't the eggs. "Oh god! I have to trust him, Sir. I want to trust Sir" she thought, but she found she was covered almost instantly in a fine sheen of perspiration. then she visibly stiffened in her bonds as Steve applied clippers to her soft sparse hair. Expertly trimming it to only a few millimetres in a few seconds. He wondered how she felt and what was going through her mind.
Steve was enjoying Jenny's obvious discomfort as he soaped the old fashioned shaving brush. Then he found himself becoming harder (if that was possible) as he applied the warm soapy brush to Jenny's mound. She took a sharp breath n as the soft brush was applied for the first time and she felt the soap being lathered around her pussy. He teased her lips with the brush but it was really too soft to be much effect and he quickly laid it down. He took up an old fashioned cut throat razor and using a leather strop he sharpened it so that Jenny could hear.
He heard her whimper once again "Please Sir" pleading for him to stop. He chuckled. Said with a different tone it would be asking him to do it but she was nervous all right. He wondered if she would stop him. He put down the cut-throat and picked up a four bladed Gillette razor. The old ones were not nearly as sharp as modern razors or as easy to wield in delicate parts. It had served its purpose to make Jenny have certain expectations in her head. She would learn that he owned her body mind and soul and he would use her as he wished.
Again she took a deep breath in as he started to shave her and let it out as she felt the razor smooth and efficient. Steve wondered to himself is she realised he had not used the cut throat. Once the hair had been totally removed he dried her off with a towel and as he turned he heard something that made him nearly gasp himself.
"Thank you Master."
He turned and smiled and then drizzled some warm fragrant oil on her mound and massaged it in softly. Of course he allowed himself to enjoy her now naked mound and the oil drizzled between her lips and he used a finer to work it in and brought her part way to climax again.
After some 10 minutes of having her pussy massaged and Sir's fingers inside her Jenny had relaxed somewhat. then all to soon the dreamy state was over and she felt alert listening for what he had next for her. She heard the ice bucket again and started to brace herself against the frozen cubes.
Steve took from the trolley a black stocking. He place an ice cube inside it and tied a knot into it holding the cube there. He did the same with another and then another so that there were three cubes in the end of the stocking, each separated by a knot and each close together in the foot of the stocking. He then turned his attention to Jenny and he slipped a finger inside her sodden pussy and after some difficulty he had slipped the eggs out and placed them on the table.
Jenny was glad to be rid of the fingers trying to remove the eggs, without gravity is was a little awkward but soon it was done. Then her belly tightened as she realised that meant something else was likely to happen.
Steve took the stocking and place the first ice cube at the lips of her pussy. He relished the intake of breath and the tensing of her body and he slipped the stocking and the ice cubes inside her, slowly and purposefully. Her breathing became short and urgent her chest rising and falling fast and he stood back and watched his property quivering on the table.
As he stood there he watched Jenny. Her shallow quick breathing as the cold with in her took hold. The rise and fall of her rib cage and flutter of her tummy under the thin red material of her dress, he found so exquisite. He wished he could take pictures. He took a breath and then he spoke in a soft clear voice that made Jenny melt inside.
"Jenny, I want you to listen to me."
"How can I she thought." as she felt the ice starting to melt inside her and start to trickle out of her pussy. She wanted desperately to close her thighs but they were held open. For a short moment she imagined how she looked tied to the table by her limbs, no underwear under her dress which is hitched up around her waist exposing her pussy and out of that now bald pussy a stocking top trailing. But almost instantly she was brought back as heard Sir talk again.
"At
any time you can ask me to stop." As he said this to Jenny he pulled back the cloth on the trolley to reveal and steel bowl filled with steaming water. He plunged his hand in to hot water and grasped something and pulled it from the water.
"I will stop Jenny, I will cut your bonds," he grasped the glass dildo in his hand. It was hot to the touch. Not scalding but it was only just bearable to hold it continuously.
"I will leave this room and you will never see me again Jenny." He lifted the trailing end of the stocking up over her mound and he got ready to slip the smooth, hot dildo in under the rapidly melting cubes.
"You will be free to go." As he said that he slid the dildo inside her. She caught her breath as it slid under each of the remnants of the ice cubes and she gritted her teeth as she started to feel her pussy glow with the heat. She felt the cold water seem to gush out of her now and between her excitement and the water she was a sodden mass down there. The tablecloth under her lower thighs was sodden now with the icy water that was oozing out of her pussy. As she felt the water now trickle out of her pussy she heard Sir speak once more.
"Now if you decide to keep quiet and do exactly as you are told Jenny, I will accept you as my property. You will be mine, owned by me and mine to do with as I please. You do not have long Jenny to decide what you will do." As he said this he started to work the hot phallus in and out of her pussy. She felt her hips gyrating with the invading glass object.
"What did Sir mean, I will accept you as my property?" she thought. She gritted her teeth as the hot glass easily slid into her pussy once more and she thought "He already does own me." Then she let herself be absorbed into the experience, not concentrating any more. She was now humping the dido needing release from the pent up feeling wanting to escape from within her. She felt she was about to go over the edge when she felt Sir's finger on her clit rubbing gently.
She gasped.
Her eyes opened under the blindfold as she felt her clit starting to tingle and then to burn. It felt like and incredible hot itch like a nettle sting and it was right on her clit. She needed to have the irritation relieved but his pressure was removed.
Steve smiled as he rubbed the toothpaste on her clit. He knew it would drive her wild needing the irritation relieved. Almost immediately she was fucking the dildo as best she could in her bonds, vainly trying to get the dildo to rub her clit. It wasn't long before Steve could feel and sense Jenny was nearly at climax and he prepared. He knew the paste was driving her clit mad and she was fucking the dildo as hard as she could. All the time Steve was whispering to her and now he was telling her to cum for him.
All Jenny could hear was Sir telling her to cum and she felt her orgasm overtake her. She screamed with the force as she was overwhelmed by the feelings and as she felt it hit her with full force she could feel the dildo plunged inside her as the stocking was removed. Sir was drawing it upward along her clit and it felt so good to have that itch relieved. Then as she panted she felt the knot rubbing over her clit and she screamed again. then a moment later again and then once more as the last knot passed over her throbbing clit now empty of the melted ice.
The dildo was then left inside her as all went quiet and she collapsed back down on the table, totally spent. Steve cut her bonds and she felt the tension on her limbs relieved and she felt something on her pussy. Then the door opened and closed.
She lay there for a few moments which felt like forever. then slowly she sat on and pushed the blindfold up and off her. Her eyes squinted in the light and she pulled the rope fro her wrists. Looking down she saw Sir had placed a card on her now bald pussy. "Oh god it looked so different. It is a mark of Sir" she thought. She gently slipped the dildo out of herself easily. Then as she pulled down the water stained dress over her thighs she thought "No, not Sir but Master." She smiled to herself. She gingerly got down off the table and the white cotton rope fell from her ankles.
It was a short time later after she had cleaned up with a towel and water on a trolley by the table, with her coat covering her state of dishevelment, John called her a taxi. As she waited, shakily for it to draw up to the curb she looked at the card in her hand as her heart still beat viciously in her chest.
On the card she read: Jenny, follow the instructions I will text you tomorrow on your phone. Do not disappoint me. You are now mine.
She felt her heart leap and she got into the taxi.
The End.
Laura Moves In With Dad And Stepmum
Laura's escapades with the two West African businessmen had got back to her bosses at the bank and they decided that she had acted disreputably. Even though she had bought some great business to the bank, the way she went about it was unacceptable and they very reluctantly had to dismiss her.
She wasn't too concerned because she knew she was good at her job and was certain she would be able to easily find another job that suited her. What really upset her was when her boyfriend kicked her out after he too found out about her misdemeanours. He even suggested she went to a sexually transmitted disease clinic.
Laura spent a week in a local hotel but as the costs soon mounted up and as she wasn't earning any money she decided to stay with her father for a few days.
She was never really happy at home, particularly after her mother died and her father quickly moved another woman into the family home and married her within a few months. The woman, who Laura refused to call mum, was in her eyes an evil bitch. Her name was Claire, a big titted woman with blonde bleached hair who always wore clothes which were unsuitable for a woman of her age.
She called her dad who said she was welcome to stay for a few days and she quickly jumped in the car and drove the few miles to his place.
He welcomed Laura back who went up to her old room that she had when she lived there years ago. Claire was there and merely said, 'Hi, you're welcome to stay for a few days but just remember you're a guest here.'
They had dinner together that Claire had prepared which Laura enjoyed and thanked her. In the evening they sat in the lounge watching TV. Her dad and Claire were sprawled out on the sofa with Claire's legs across her dad's lap. Laura was sitting opposite them. She noticed that her dad was stroking Claire's legs and gradually getting higher up her thighs and under her skirt. It was obvious that Claire was getting aroused and Laura was getting embarrassed.
She said, 'Dad, do you have to do that?'
Claire immediately replied, 'As I said when you first came in, it's our house, and we'll do what we want. If you don't like it, go and find someone else to stay. We often do this and aren't going to stop because you're here.'
Laura was stunned at her outburst and expected her dad to say something but he kept quiet, she realised now who was the boss in the house.
Laura tried to concentrate on the programme but seeing her dad now stroking Claire's pussy through her skirt was too much and she took herself off to bed. She had only been in bed a few minutes when she heard them fucking. It quickly bought back memories of when as a girl growing up she would hear her mum and dad having sex.
What surprised Laura was the fact that it was arousing her. As she imagined her dad downstairs fucking Claire she soon found herself with her hands between her legs. Again this bought back more memories of when she walked in and caught her mum sucking her dad's cock and was amazed at the size of it.
As she was growing up she would often sit on her dad's lap and the thought of his large cock would always arouse her and was often the image she masturbated too.
She loved the feel as her fingers slid effortlessly in and out of her wet pussy. Suddenly she had the urge to watch them. Wearing only a t shirt she crept to the top of the stairs and started slowly going down them. The groans and sighs were getting louder and soon she was just outside the lounge door. She peered through the crack in the door and was amazed as Claire was kneeling on the floor and her dad was behind her and his cock was fucking in and out of her. Her big tits were hanging down and swinging to and fro. Claire's eyes were closed with a
look of utter pleasure on her face.
Suddenly Claire opened her eyes and saw Laura. She shouted out, 'Come here slut, if you want to watch you'd better come in.'
Laura's first reaction was to run back upstairs but was unable to as she was so aroused. She went into the lounge and Claire said, 'Play with my tits, pinch and squeeze my nipples, make them hurt.'
Laura's only girlie experience had been when she was at school when she and her best friend Amy used to masturbate each other but now had no hesitation to do what Claire demanded. Laura knelt down in front of her and reached under her and felt her nipples. Laura loved how hard they felt and quickly started pinching and squeezing them. Also she couldn't help but look at her father as he fucked her stepmother.
After a short while Claire said, 'Lay on your back underneath me and suck my nipples for me.'
Laura eased herself under Claire and positioned herself so her mouth was just under her nipples. She sensed how close her dad was to her now and really wanted to turn round and watch as his cock fucked in and out of Claire. Then Claire leaned forward and started licking Laura's pussy. First of it was a shock for Laura but soon that turned to pleasure as Claire slowly licked all the way up and down her very wet slit. She could feel Claire's body moving back and forwards as her dad's cock plunged in and out of her.
Clearly they were all getting very aroused and Laura's lips were clamped tightly around Claire's ever hardening and growing nipples. Suddenly she felt Claire's body trembling and shaking as she knew Claire was about to cum. She sucked harder and almost bit her nipples as Claire screamed out in pleasure as she had a massive orgasm.
As she recovered she leant all the way down to Laura's pussy and continued licking her. Soon she found her clit and at the same time as sucking it she slipped a finger inside her. In the meantime Laura's dad was still fucking Claire and it was just a matter of who was going to cum first. It was in fact Laura's dad as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum into Claire.