Dessert

I'm wearing a blouse... leather and sheer organza, with a high ruffled collar, puffy sleeves pulled in by elastic at the elbow and wrist. The leather comes to just above my nipples; enough for decency but not much more. Underneath it I'm wearing a black leather bustier that nips in my waist a bit and pushes my breasts up high. It has straps coming from the outside front around to the back of my neck that push my breasts together. The cups are cut out to expose the nipples, which are rubbed constantly against the seam of the leather in the blouse. There are garters attached, and I'm wearing sheer black stockings and stiletto-heeled ankle boots. Over this I've got a loosely-fitting short leather skirt. Restraints are discreetly attached at my elbows, wrists, neck, waist, and ankles. You've just pulled my arms back and attached them at the elbows (thrusting my breasts up against my blouse), put my cape on me, and led me out of the restaurant on a leash, much to the dismay of the maitre d'.

You lead me back to the car... it looks to others like your arm is around my waist; actually you've pulled up the back of my skirt and are fondling my ass, occasionally letting your fingers stray a little... you put me in the car without unfastening my arms. You pull up my skirt, leaving me exposed, and fasten the seatbelt... the shoulder belt grazes my breasts; the waist belt is teasingly close to my clit. I strain for the contact until I feel your light slap on my face and hear you tell me "No." My pleasure is to be at your desire and command, not my own... You pull out a black scarf and tie it across my eyes. I ask where we are going; a mistake. I feel another light slap and then your hand gently across my mouth. I am not to know; I am not to speak. You let the leash fall between my legs, cold metal against me... another distraction. I am too disoriented by the different sensations and the blindness to think about where we're turning, where we're going. Occasionally, at stoplights, I feel your fingers graze my cunt, teasing the fur around my clit, never enough pressure. I strain for more. You whisper to me that people in the next car are watching as you stroke and tease; I don't care.

We arrive; you help me out of the car then press me up against it, kissing me hard and deep, one hand on my ass, fingers into my cunt... I'm moaning a little as you lead me away from the car, up a short flight of stairs. I have no idea where we are. Inside, you pull the cape from around me and give me a slap on the ass; I move forward until I feel you tug slightly on my leash, then your hands pressing me to my knees. I kneel, legs spread, on a cushion of some sort. You drop the leash, and I hear the clink of a metal chain. You fasten it to the back of my collar, then down to where my elbows are fastened together, pulling my head back. You unfasten my skirt and toss it away. I feel you take up the leash again, pulling it between my legs and up between the cheeks of my ass, metal rough and hard and cold against my clit and down between the lips of my cunt... you fasten it tightly at my elbows. I can't move my upper body at all without pulling it back and forth. I rock slightly, testing the sensation of the metal moving against me. You cuff me lightly, telling me to hold still. Then you leave. I wait; it seems like an hour. I can feel my nipples hard, constantly grazed ever-so-lightly by the seams of of the leather of my blouse. The chains are tight, but the position is not uncomfortable. I feel a nagging ache in my clit that the hard metal of the leash, warm now, does nothing to help. I imagine how I must look, with the silver of the leash disappearing into my dark cunt-fur, dividing it. I wonder if you are watching me; I hope you are pleased. The thought of you watching me silently waiting makes me wetter and wetter; I can hardly wait for what comes next.

It comes suddenly; abruptly I feel you behind me again, fussing with the restraints. I am freed suddenly - I almost topple over, but I feel your arm around my waist, supporting me as you slowly remove my collar and manacles. My shoulders are a little stiff from the position; you massage them lightly until I can move my arms forward. Unsure what to do with the sudden freedom, I place my hands on my knees and wait. I have a nagging fear that you are ending the scene, sending me away still aching with frustration... but the blindfold stays on, and moments later I feel your hands working their way down my spine, opening the fastenings of the blouse, and I understand. Shivering from the feather light touches, I do not resist as you remove the blouse. My nipples poke out hard from the cutouts in the bustier. I feel you kneeling behind me, leather against my ass-cheeks, hands caressing the tops of my breast, fingers moving between them, teasing at my nipples, pulling a little. I arch my back, pushing my breasts against your hands and rubbing my ass against you. I hope your hands will move down, down to my burning clit - but not yet. Instead they vanish entirely, then I feel them at my neck, replacing the collar and leash. You toss the leash to the front; I feel it graze my hard, pink nipples before it dangles once more down my body, just touching my cunt-fur. Your hands are in my hair, loosening the fastenings until it hangs loose down my back. I feel a hairbrush pulled lightly through it; I arch my back until my hair grazes my ass, and feel the rough bristles touch that too. Once more, again... and then I am surprised by a sharp smack on the ass with the bristled side of the brush. I scuttle forward with a little shriek, surprised, but immediately feel your hands in my hair, holding me and pulling me back. The pain brings me back to you, kneeling as tall as I can to relieve the tugging pain on my scalp. I know I have transgressed and will have to be punished, even before you tell me. But that will be later; you have other things to do to me first. You release my hair and I slump slightly forward; another tug brings me up straight again, shoulders back and tits out. I feel your hands slide down my arms, bringing my hands, unresisting, up behind my neck. You refasten my manacles and clip them to the collar. A tug at the leash brings me up to my feet. You walk me to a low chair, hard and high- backed, seating me. I feel you fastening collar and wrists to the back of the chair. Then your hands are busy at my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart and fastening them to a spreader bar, leaving my cunt open to view and my clit exposed to your hands. The strap around my waist is replaced, then fastened to the back of the chair; I am effectively immobilized. With my legs spread and my high heels still on, my body is pulled outward and up, exposing me entirely.

I hear the low hum of a vibrator coming nearer, then feel it travelling lightly across my body, sending waves of sensation down to my clit. You buzz it lightly across my breasts, then slide it down over the corset toward my clit. I stiffen, hoping not to end so soon, but you keep it ever at the edge, teasing at my clit fur, running it across my exposed thighs, finally bringing it to rest against the lower end of my cunt. It is close enough to my clit that the vibrations make me shudder; far enough that I will hold off indefinitely from orgasm. I can feel it in my clit, in my ass, all through my body. I can hardly think, with the maddening sensation. You back off, then I hear a soft rattling. I am distracted enough to be surprised by the sudden sharp cold of an ice cube as you draw it down my neck, tracing a pattern over the pushed-up flesh of my tits. You move it slowly down, then trace lightly across a nipple. Then the other. I want to squirm away but cannot move. Again the sharp, wet, cold against my burning body... first lightly, then abruptly held firmly against each nipple in turn. I feel water trickling down my breasts, into the corset. You move the ice to my thighs, tracing an intricate pattern toward my cunt, around and around, drips of cold water on my clit, but no direct contact as yet. I am writhing a little, the ice at once painfully cold and unbelievably ticklish. You don't scold me, merely draw the ice across my lower belly, below the corset, across the top of my fur, then abruptly abandon it, resting it in the curve of my body just above my mound. The fur holds it, little trickles of icy water dripping slowly down across my clit, down to my cunt. I twist a little, but can't move enough to dislodge it. I feel you move away, leaving me with that maddening little cold spot.

Some time later, after it has melted, you are back. The vibrator still hums in my crotch, but the ice cube has cooled the burning in my clit a little. Little beads of water make my cunt-fur glisten. I am waiting for you, but you still surprise me. I feel your hands on my breasts, at my nipples. This time you are serious, squeezing and twisting, tugging at my hard nipples. Pain bordering on pleasure. I feel you pull one side particularly hard, then abruptly the pinch of a softly padded nipple-clamp. That draws another little moan from me, and another as you clamp the other side. Waves of fiery pain shoot through my body, ending again in my clit. There are lightly weighted chains between the clamps; I can feel them swinging, tugging at my breasts. I picture myself as I must look, a slave wet and ready, decorated for her master's pleasure. I hope you are pleased with me. I hope you find me beautiful, bound and aching for your touch. The pain in my nipples simmers down to a dull ache. I am painfully aware of the clamps, of my hot clit, of the humming waves from the vibrator. I am moving a little, wiggling on the low chair, aching for release.

But it is not time yet. I feel you standing over me, very close. The chair is low enough that my face is at your crotch. I feel your cock, warm and hard, brushing against my face, across my lips, along the tops of my breasts. I part my lips without waiting for the order as you run it across my lips once more, tasting it with my tongue, licking lightly up and down. You tell me to suck it, and I open my mouth wider. You tease me, giving me just the tip as I try frantically to suck it into my mouth. Then I feel your hand in my hair, holding my head as you push slowly deeper and deeper inside. I twist my tongue around as you do, sucking and licking as hard as I can. I feel your balls against my face as you enter my mouth completely. You hold for a moment, and I feel an abrupt tweak of my nipple-chains. The sudden pain makes me clamp my lips together even tighter. Then you begin to move, slowly, exploring my mouth with your cock until it is yours completely. And every few moments, another tweak on my nipples sends a hot wave of fire down to my clit. Your other hand is still holding my head steady, bracing me as you begin to move slowly in and out, my lips making a tight ring as you face-fuck me, faster and faster. I am helpless to move anything but my lips and tongue, unable to stop the constant streaks of pleasure-pain from your light tugs on my nipple-chains and the still-humming vibrator. With a sudden flurry of strokes, I feel you come, hot and wet in my mouth. I swallow some; some spills down, trickling onto my heaving breasts. You pull slowly away, and I hear your harsh breathing, feel your hands stroking my face, rubbing my breasts. You lean down to take my mouth in a hard, demanding kiss, tweaking my nipple-chains again. I respond eagerly, feeling a hand roving down my body, teasing across my clit, grasping the vibrator. I moan as it begins to move against me, gently up and down my wet cunt. The tugs at my nipples become regular, and I feel the vibrator humming a breath away from my burning clit. I've been waiting for this since we left the restaurant, and I try to arch toward it. You pull it teasingly away, making me wait. When I have relaxed again, content to await your pleasure, you bring it back, this time sliding it slowly up my cunt, just parting the lips, and then bringing it lightly to rest against my clit. I am panting now. This is too much... the next tug on my nipple-chains sends a wave of pleasure down and sends me over the edge, moaning and convulsing in a frenzy of orgasm.

I recover slowly, weak and shivering a little. There is still a steady throbbing in my nipples; I wonder why you have not released me. I feel a glass at my lips; water; I drink thirstily. You take the glass away and caress my breasts, squeezing gently. You explore my wet cunt lightly with your fingers, avoiding my clit - it is unbelievably sensitive now. I am not to speak; I must wait until - and if - you choose to explain. But you do - had I forgotten that I was to be punished? For moving and crying out earlier, for my defiance in the restaurant, for your pleasure if you chose to? I had forgotten, but now I feel a shiver of excitement as you continue to gently stroke my cunt, probing just inside with a finger or two. I moan a little as you take your hands away, then feel you unfastening my ankles and waist. I am released from the chair, and you half-lift me to my feet. No leash this time; a light tug on my nipple-chains and I stumble after you. You guide me - where? I can feel a light, padded pressure at my waist - a chair-back? Perhaps. You spread my legs apart just in front of it, fastening them again as I wobble slightly on my heels. Then, ever so gently, you bend me over it, pulling my upper body down. You release my wrists from my collar, only to fasten them again outstretched in front of me. I am immobilized again, my ass and cunt pointing upwards just in front of whatever I'm leaning on. I try to move my hips forward, to brush my clit against it, but I am just barely too far away. My breasts with their chains hang on the other side, available to your hands, and my arms are stretched out helplessly to the sides in front. I feel you moving behind me, and tighten my ass-muscles slightly, showing off - I hope you're enjoying the view of my furry cleft spread open for you, ass framed by the garters stockings. I know you I will be beaten, but I am too aroused bythe position and my still-throbbing clit to be afraid.

You lean over me, standing right between my legs, against my cunt. I feel your hands move around my body as you squeeze my breasts again, gently. Then a sudden stab of pain as you remove one nipple-clamp. But only briefly; I moan a little as you quickly replace it. You repeat this on the other side; my nipples feel enormous and throbbing. I am focused so completely on the streaks of fire radiating from them that I am surprised by the first smack of your hand against my ass. I twitch, but it stings only briefly, then I feel your fingers again exploring my cunt, tugging at my fur, plunging briefly inside before withdrawing. Another smack, and another - on both sides of my ass, across the top of my thighs...it becomes a blur, with each spanking hurting a bit more as my ass becomes sensitized...alternated occasionally with soft, intimate caresses that make the following sharp stinging all the more startling.

Then I feel you pull away briefly, leaving one hand possessively on my cunt, fingers tangled in the dark fur. I feel the strands of a whip being drawn lightly across my ass... I stiffen and wriggle a little, not at all sure about this. But that does not stop the first fall of the lash, or the pleasure that follows the first pause in the whipping, and the intimate toying with my cunt - and briefly up to my clit, again hot and throbbing - that accompanies it. The beating is brief, but I can feel my ass and thighs glowing warm at the end of it; I know they must be bright red. And I am wriggling in desire, trying in vain to bring my thighs together, or move my clit forward - but to no avail. I am cleverly tied so that nothing but air touches my clit except at your desire. I feel you move away and I moan. I want to be touched and stroked, perhaps fucked... but I am forbidden to speak. You return, and instead of leather between my legs I am surprised to feel your cock, smooth and warm and hard again, stroking up and down my cleft, as a hand comes around to caress my clit gently. I try to lean against you, open my legs wider, indicate without speaking what I want - but you pull away, and I hear the rattle of ice cubes again. I try to prepare myself, but still stiffen as the first ice cube brushes my hot, glowing ass... I try to move away, to keep that icy coldness away, but cannot avoid it. One hand comes back to my clit, rubbing gently, slowly, keeping me hot and wet with pleasure but not yet at a peak, while the other slides the ice cube slowly across my ass, the inside of my thighs, around my cunt. I moan a little as it strokes my cunt, then gasp in shock as your fingers twitch it completely inside, moving it up and down, no sensation when it is inside, then the sudden burning-cold on my labia again. I would twist away, struggle I could, but I have no way of escaping, even as a second ice cube follows the first inside me, your fingers holding them as they melt. Just when I think I will have to scream, I feel your hands spread my cunt-lips wide and feel your hard cock penetrating me. I am distracted by sensations as I feel the drips of icy water, your cock as it moves slowly in and out, your fingers as you rub my clit more quickly. You ride me harder and harder, slapping against my tender thighs and ass. My clit feels enormously swollen and throbs uncontrollably. I know you are going to push me over the edge once again and as you reach down with your other hand and simultaneously pull on the nipple-chains, I feel myself shudder into orgasm, my entire body tensing incredibly, then spasming and relaxing as you continue to fuck me... I feel you follow me, with a flurry of hard, deep, strokes as you come.

I wait as you move away from me, feeling my cunt dripping wet, my body limp and exhausted. You return, gently toweling me dry, bringing another flash of pleasure as you stroke up and down my cunt. I feel you leaning down to release my ankles; I bring my legs together gratefully as you move to release my hands. You bring me up against you, holding me from behind as your hands come around to caress my breasts gently, briefly, before giddy rushes of pain as you release each of the nipple-clamps. I feel you holding me up, then tugging off my blindfold and turning me to face you. I see your face for the first time since the restaurant as you pull me against you in a deep, passionate kiss...