Cold Steel

That moment in time is something I will never forget. Though it wasn’t even the most pleasureful moment of that day it’s forever frozen in my mind. The feel of the chains on my limbs. The vulnerability I felt from the nudity, bondage, and the control she had over my most intimate parts. The feel of her possessing me, me belonging totally to her. I’ll never forget it. The chill of the cold steel shackles around my wrists and ankles began to raise goosebumps across my skin. I could feel the cool dry air of the room as it moved in and around my mostly naked form as I stood, spread-eagled and chained to the two large columns in the center of the room. In the center of her room. My breathing deepened as the realization of my situation began to sink in. My temperature was running high from the anticipation that had built up over the course of the last few weeks so the cool air felt rather nice. Excitement filled my body and my cock began to stir as my thoughts ran away with lustful imaginations about the possibilities this day held.

“Hey there.” Came a voice from behind me.

Her husky voice, though quiet and low, sent a thrilling shockwave of energy throughout my body! I hadn’t heard her come in.

“Don’t look at me until I tell you to.” She said as she walked closer to me. The clack of her heels on the stone floor giving her position away. In the surprise of it all, my cock stopped stirring and began to soften, almost as if it knew it must wait for permission as well.

“Yes mistress.”

Suddenly the air in the room seemed much cooler and I began to shiver slightly. More from anticipation than from the cold and she noticed right away.

“Awww… Are you cold baby?” Then her tone changed to a lustful murmur, “Or are you just that happy I’m here?”

“A little of both mistress.” I admitted.

She let out a low subdued laugh that sent additional shock-waves through my body and my cock suddenly quit behaving.

“Well” she said, “I’m very happy you’re here. We’re gonna have such a great time today. That is IF you do exactly what I say, when I say it. If you don’t, I’ll have a good time and leave you with nothing-Frustrated and desperate. Is that understood?”

“Yes mistress.” I answered with a slight rasp in my voice.

“Good.” She said moving close enough that I could feel the heat of her body on my back. “I’ll rock your world if you’re good for me baby.” She whispered in my ear.

My cock began to strain against the thin fabric of my athletic briefs as I felt her hand touch my back.

“I like your muscles baby” she said and her hands moved around to my chest. She traced her fingers around my pecs and then lightly played with my nipples. “Mmmm and I can’t wait to give these guys some focused attention!”

My breathing intensified as did my trembling as the excitement crackled in the air around us. She drew her hands back and I felt something cold and hard press against me right above the waistband of my briefs.

“Let’s get a good look at you baby. You aren’t going to be needing these for the rest of the day anyway.” At that she pulled my briefs out away from my body and proceeded to cut them off me. As they fell away, my cock fell heavily as well, bouncing as it reached it’s full potential. She grabbed my ass with both hands and began to squeeze as she whispered in my ear. “Your cute ass is mine today baby.” Then she began to dig her fingernails into my butt and said, “I’ll make sure you don’t forget!”

I groaned as she released her grip and softly kneaded my cheeks with one hand while the other hand cupped my butt and began sliding slowly down between my legs - excruciatingly slow. She continued the motion, reaching my balls first and then my shaft as she proceeded to grab both in a firm grip that stopped just short of being uncomfortably painful.

“I suspect you’ll remember for quite some time actually” she said as she ran a finger down my length. Then she laughed that same low laugh that made me pulse with energy and said, “Awww someone is soo ready for me! Yeah, we’re gonna have a good time today!” Then she grabbed my throat with her other hand, pulled my manhood back between my legs, and bit my ear.

That moment in time is something I will never forget. Though it wasn’t even the most pleasureful moment of that day it’s forever frozen in my mind. The feel of the chains on my limbs. The vulnerability I felt from the nudity, bondage, and the control she had over my most intimate parts. The feel of her possessing me, me belonging totally to her. I’ll never forget it.

I groaned audibly and yielded myself to her as much as I could. My body trembled with excitement to the point I was almost lightheaded from the experience.

She released me, stepped back, and a moment later I felt the slap of a whip against my butt. “Do you want to look at me” she asked? Before I could nod my head she said, “Take 25 strokes on that fine ass for me baby and I’ll let you look at me ok? Count them out now.” Immediately another stroke fell. I had never been whipped before, so the experience was new, but it registered quickly that the sound of the whip was far worse than the bite.

“One.”

“Good baby! Here’s another one!”

I think it was around number 15 that it started to get a little painful and I began to groan a little with the strokes, but I was so charged with excitement that I didn’t care! I counted each stroke off as she applied them and when we hit 25 she stopped and began once again to caress and carefully knead my now tender cheeks.

“You did so good baby! I like how your sexy ass shakes when I hit it! I think it’s even cuter when it’s pink! How about a little reward for you?”

“I would be so grateful mistress!” I said, my chest heaving from the whipping and my excitement.

“You had better be baby!”

Again her heels clacked against the stone floor as she began to walk around me and soon I caught a glimpse of my mistress. She was wearing a mini black silk robe that stopped mid thigh, matching fishnet tights, and dangerous looking stilettos. She walked in front of me and gave me that smirk that always drives me crazy as she let her eyes wander deliberately over my body.

“Time for your reward big boy.” She said with a wink.

She began to untie the sash of her robe and my breathing intensified as she then opened the robe with a cruel slowness revealing her beautiful 5’ 5” body, slender, toned, and lightly tanned from the summer sun, wrapped in a faux leather jumper. My breath caught when she came into sight. I had always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but seeing her in that moment is, once again, an image that is forever seared into my mind. Studded with metal rivets, the outfit had a deep v-cut in the chest that revealed the supple curves of her two perfect 34D breasts. The cut of the jumper ran high above her hips, the smooth skin of her legs only interrupted by the strap of a black g-string she wore overtop of the jumper. Thin studded straps ran around her sides. Still holding the robe open, she turned around and let it fall from her shoulders as she spread her feet wide, revealing her bare back and firm sculpted butt, beautifully framed by thin black straps which she thrust out to the side. Then she looked back over her shoulder at me, the smirk still on her face.

“See anything you want big boy?”

My cock stiffened harder than it ever had as I strained against the chains with all my strength, trying to reach her.

She laughed. “Do you have any idea how wet I get seeing you naked, chained up, and straining so hopelessly to reach what you cannot have yet? Do you have any idea how wet you make me when you show me how bad you want me?”

I began to open my mouth to reply, but her face turned suddenly serious and she growled, “Shut up! But keep your mouth open.” She bent over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight and picking up the silk robe, spun and walked directly toward me. “I’ll show you just how wet you make me.” Inches from my straining body she reached out and hung the robe on my throbbing cock. “Don’t let it fall baby.” She said, “If you do, I’ll edge you to tears.” My cock never even bobbed as the weight of the robe was added, I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted her right now.

She pulled her g-string away from her body and I caught a glimpse of her perfect hairless pussy framed by the open crotch of the jumper. Already her g-string was soaked with her arousal. “See, look what you’ve done. We haven’t even started yet and you’ve made me ruin my panties. I’d take them off, but you’d like that too much and there’s no way I’m gonna let you have the satisfaction of watching me cream my own legs for you.” She took my covered cock in her hand. “At least, not yet…” she said looking up at me as the maddening smirk tried to return. She raised her hand and put two fingers in my mouth. “Suck!” she commanded. I did as I was told and sucked her fingers needily. After a few moments, she took them out and to my surprise inserted them into her pussy. “Keep that mouth open.” She warned as they came out again, covered in a thick layer of her arousal. “See what you’ve done, you naughty, naughty boy?” She plunged the fingers into my mouth. “Clean them off baby. It’s your fault.” I did again as I was told, savoring every drop of my mistress. I loved her taste. It meant that she wanted me, that she liked me, that she needed me. She pulled her fingers out and, once again, inserted them deep into her warm wet folds. For the next few minutes(as to the length, I have no clue. Time had stopped for me) she continued to feed me her arousal and with each repeated motion I watched desire and lust rise in her eyes as she watched the same rise in me.

I couldn’t hold back any more, while she was again preparing her fingers for me, I blurted out, “Mistress, your eyes light me on fire. Everything about you lights me on fire. I’m burning for you.” Her eyes snapped to mine and she pulled the deep v in her jumper apart exposing her luscious breasts. She shoved me backwards as far as my chains would allow and straddled my thigh, parking her knee firmly against my manhood. I could feel the warmth of her pussy on my thigh through her soaking wet g-string and she began to rub herself firmly against my leg. She leaned into me, her perfect breasts rubbing my chest, and proceeded to kiss and suck my tongue as she grabbed my ass and rubbed my nipple with her other hand.

Her movements grew faster and more determined and I could feel her hot cream beginning to flow down my leg. Her knee began to press harder against my cock and yet the pain was forgotten in my desperate need for her touch. Suddenly I felt her fingernails dig sharply into my chest and butt and she bit my tongue. I moaned aloud into her mouth and she exploded. I stood, naked, chained and helpless as my mistress held me in a death grip. Her pussy grinding against my thigh like there was no tomorrow. Had her knee been in a more comfortable position, I would have cum at that moment as well, but she knew what she was doing and the pain she was causing me was just enough so that my orgasm wouldn’t be able to happen until she wanted it to.

Finally her spasms subsided and she released me, stepping back as fresh rivers of her cream ran down our legs. She looked me up and down, desire deep in her eyes. She pulled the soaking g-string to the side, giving me full view of her cute little slit and said, “Ok, big boy, are you ready to give me every bit of cum that sexy body of yours owns?”

“Yes mistress!” I sighed, in unabashed desire, my cock twitching hard.

It was at that moment I felt a strange sensation on my cock and I looked down just in time to see the silk robe that she had hung there earlier finishing sliding off onto the floor. As it fell, seemingly in slow motion, my brain began to catch back up with reality. I had forgotten about the robe while she had orgasmed. She had given me strict instructions to not let it fall. Had she knocked it lose when she was using me? Had I twitched so hard that it fell? Would she be merciful because she was just going to use my cock or would she still carry out the punishment she had threatened? Would she evevn notice? Whatever the case, the robe had now hit the floor and I stared at it in awe. Slowly my eyes rose and I saw my mistress was also staring at the robe. Then she looked at me, I couldn’t read her. She stared at me for what seemed like an eternity and then a wicked, seductful, terrifyingly exciting smile spread across her face.

“I said if you allow that robe to fall I would edge you to tears…” She started walking slowly towards me and grabbed my cock firmly in one hand. She stared into my eyes as she began furiously jerking me off and within seconds I was ready to cum. Just as I was about to lose it, she stopped and as my desperate cock twitched madly between us, she said with that same wicked smile, “I always keep my promises. Our night is only just beginning.”