She knows this night is going to be special. It already has been. He cooked her favorite fish a new way. The wine was perfect, and he was funny. He is warm and generous. He is the walking wounded, like her. But they are both moving along with improvements every day. She lets him lead her, nude, to the bedroom. He holds her hand. Walking alongside him, her thighs brush against his jeans. She is reminded that he is clothed, less vulnerable. His power makes the hair stand up on the nape of her neck. Her bald pussy feels exposed, cool, but safe.
Arriving in the bedroom, her mood shifts. There is a tarp on the bed. The rough fabric covers the entire bed, and drapes to the floor. There are candles lit, but the tarp makes the bed look like an altar for a dangerous ritual.
“Woah, this is too much”, she mutters.
David responds, “Dawn, we talked about limits, ways around them, ways to stay safe. You know what to do. You are smart enough to use the code words.”
“I am going to freak” Dawn mutters.
Wordlessly, David opens the bottom drawer of her dresser, where the toys are kept. She is amazed he knows they are there. He retrieves the straps, the blindfold, and the four padded leather cuffs. “Fuck” she says.
Commanded to lie down, she is on her back. One word, spread, uttered by David, and her ankles approach the posts at the foot of the bed. The bottoms of her feet tickle the mahogany. Tipping her calf this way twists her upper thigh towards the ceiling, leaving her exposed, waiting, but as yet untouched. David is almost too caring. It is clear he adores her body, and dosen’t want to chafe it or treat it rudely. He secures the connection between dawn and the foot posts. Dawn dosen’t know David that well, she flexes her knees towards eachother, to see if there is any give. There is none. He may adore her, but he sure is able to restrain her. She gives in. Stretching like a cat on a couch in a house alone, she arches her back. She stretches both hands towards the head of the bed. She reaches to where David is standing, preparing a wrist cuff. Finding his torso, she caresses him. He is rock hard beneath his jeans. Dawn wonders what his cock will be like. She has been with so few men. In porn and in magazines, they are different, varying in length, width, the degree to which the tip explodes out like a mushroom, the foreskin. She wonders what will happen, and whether she will hold David’s cock tonight. She dosen’t know what is coming. She is pretty sure she will like it, but she is nervous.
David has applied the blindfold. Dawn thinks he has left the room. Yes, he has. The blind fold does not fit perfectly, and she can see warm candle light glimmers and shadows and flickers around the black felt edges. She listens, keenly. Further away, doors open and close. She thinks it might be the front door. Or maybe a door in the kitchen. Oh god. Is someone else in the house? Have I let this playing go too far?
David returns to the room. Objects are gently placed on the night table. She hears ice tinkling against glass. She recognizes the sound. Being able to picture this glass pitcher from the kitchen grounds her, and makes her almost feel safe.
Dawn asks “who else is here?” David responds warmly quietly and safely in her ear: “just you and me and your prize of a body.” Relax for a second, he commands. He tells her to visualize her pussy while blind. Dawn moans. She reaches her hands down to play with it, and the restraints jarringly stop her. “fuck you” she says.
David tells her she is not relaxed enough. He lies next to the bed. He caresses her hairline. Traces lines along her lips. Makes a figure eight on her breastbone, carefully avoiding the beautiful swell of her breasts. He tells her to relax her breathing. Forces her to hold the exhale, and inhale only after pausing. With his hand on her left breast, he can feel that her heart rate has slowed down.
A few breaths later. Dawn feels ice on her nipples. Not just ice, very cold ice. It is a biting, chaffing cold. She pictures it generating steam, with no melting or condensation, it is that cold. She feels her nipples stiffen. They must be like little red cocks pointing towards the sky. Then the sensation is gone. But the joy in her nipple remains. Her body is talking to her, saying that it is alive and electric, and loves whatever this man has done, is going to do. And it needs to happen soon.
Ice on her lips. She is relieved that he did not play out the silent gap between sensations. She reaches out to the ice cube with her tongue. The cold is alarming. She wants her warmth to melt the ice so she can get some of it in her mouth. She flickers as if it is a cock. But it is not water. It is not an ice cube.
Her neck is mobile enough to move her head forward, as if reaching for a kissing mouth penetration. The reach works. The coldness glides into her mouth. She is amazed. It is an ice dildo. Her lips and tongue are not quite sure that this is right. So she flickers, and explores. It is cylindrical. It has a tension that causes it to narrow near the front. The front widens out to a perfect man cock mushroom. The cold and the shape are overwhelming. The jolting frozen ness of the cock makes her want to flee. The shape makes her want to devour. She gives her mouth a break from the cold. David seems to know how much she can take, and lets it withdraw from her warm mouth. She wants to play daintily, so the cold sprinkles her rather than drenches her. She sticks her tongue out, flickering like a snake. David lets out a quiet sneer, and she can visualize him waving the ice cock in such a way that the coldness reaches her tongue, but the solidity does not. “oh god, just give it.” Dawn moans. Suddenly the hot cold ice tip is there. Yes it is the tip. God it even has some foreskin. She explores more. More tongue flickers on the tip. She finds an inconsistency. But it is not an inconsistency. This ice dildo has a come slit. The detail. The fact that this experience has so much to it. An ice dildo with a comeslit. She flickers it more. She wants to bore down into it. To go inside the cock, and thank it for its cold, awakening brightness. The hole widens with the warmth of her saliva.
Her mind drifts back to the present as her tongue invades this cock. The taste that is trickling into her mouth. God, couldn’t it please be more than a trickle. It is so cold that it melts only very slowly. So there isn’t much to taste. But she is getting a sense for it. From the moment she knew it wasn’t water, she wondered. But she stashed the curiosity aside, so as to enjoy her feelings. Now she is thinking. It could be anything. She wonders what it is, and if she should have made David disclose this information for the sake of safety. But being tied down give one the joy of jumping down an elevator shaft. For all she knows the bottom of the shaft may be a warm safe pool of something she wants to swim in, and from which this ice dildo is made. But as her tongue and mind caress and melt the cock, things get more clear. Her mind reaches back in time, and she understands what this is all about. The ice dildo is made of……..
To be continued.
Arriving in the bedroom, her mood shifts. There is a tarp on the bed. The rough fabric covers the entire bed, and drapes to the floor. There are candles lit, but the tarp makes the bed look like an altar for a dangerous ritual.
“Woah, this is too much”, she mutters.
David responds, “Dawn, we talked about limits, ways around them, ways to stay safe. You know what to do. You are smart enough to use the code words.”
“I am going to freak” Dawn mutters.
Wordlessly, David opens the bottom drawer of her dresser, where the toys are kept. She is amazed he knows they are there. He retrieves the straps, the blindfold, and the four padded leather cuffs. “Fuck” she says.
Commanded to lie down, she is on her back. One word, spread, uttered by David, and her ankles approach the posts at the foot of the bed. The bottoms of her feet tickle the mahogany. Tipping her calf this way twists her upper thigh towards the ceiling, leaving her exposed, waiting, but as yet untouched. David is almost too caring. It is clear he adores her body, and dosen’t want to chafe it or treat it rudely. He secures the connection between dawn and the foot posts. Dawn dosen’t know David that well, she flexes her knees towards eachother, to see if there is any give. There is none. He may adore her, but he sure is able to restrain her. She gives in. Stretching like a cat on a couch in a house alone, she arches her back. She stretches both hands towards the head of the bed. She reaches to where David is standing, preparing a wrist cuff. Finding his torso, she caresses him. He is rock hard beneath his jeans. Dawn wonders what his cock will be like. She has been with so few men. In porn and in magazines, they are different, varying in length, width, the degree to which the tip explodes out like a mushroom, the foreskin. She wonders what will happen, and whether she will hold David’s cock tonight. She dosen’t know what is coming. She is pretty sure she will like it, but she is nervous.
David has applied the blindfold. Dawn thinks he has left the room. Yes, he has. The blind fold does not fit perfectly, and she can see warm candle light glimmers and shadows and flickers around the black felt edges. She listens, keenly. Further away, doors open and close. She thinks it might be the front door. Or maybe a door in the kitchen. Oh god. Is someone else in the house? Have I let this playing go too far?
David returns to the room. Objects are gently placed on the night table. She hears ice tinkling against glass. She recognizes the sound. Being able to picture this glass pitcher from the kitchen grounds her, and makes her almost feel safe.
Dawn asks “who else is here?” David responds warmly quietly and safely in her ear: “just you and me and your prize of a body.” Relax for a second, he commands. He tells her to visualize her pussy while blind. Dawn moans. She reaches her hands down to play with it, and the restraints jarringly stop her. “fuck you” she says.
David tells her she is not relaxed enough. He lies next to the bed. He caresses her hairline. Traces lines along her lips. Makes a figure eight on her breastbone, carefully avoiding the beautiful swell of her breasts. He tells her to relax her breathing. Forces her to hold the exhale, and inhale only after pausing. With his hand on her left breast, he can feel that her heart rate has slowed down.
A few breaths later. Dawn feels ice on her nipples. Not just ice, very cold ice. It is a biting, chaffing cold. She pictures it generating steam, with no melting or condensation, it is that cold. She feels her nipples stiffen. They must be like little red cocks pointing towards the sky. Then the sensation is gone. But the joy in her nipple remains. Her body is talking to her, saying that it is alive and electric, and loves whatever this man has done, is going to do. And it needs to happen soon.
Ice on her lips. She is relieved that he did not play out the silent gap between sensations. She reaches out to the ice cube with her tongue. The cold is alarming. She wants her warmth to melt the ice so she can get some of it in her mouth. She flickers as if it is a cock. But it is not water. It is not an ice cube.
Her neck is mobile enough to move her head forward, as if reaching for a kissing mouth penetration. The reach works. The coldness glides into her mouth. She is amazed. It is an ice dildo. Her lips and tongue are not quite sure that this is right. So she flickers, and explores. It is cylindrical. It has a tension that causes it to narrow near the front. The front widens out to a perfect man cock mushroom. The cold and the shape are overwhelming. The jolting frozen ness of the cock makes her want to flee. The shape makes her want to devour. She gives her mouth a break from the cold. David seems to know how much she can take, and lets it withdraw from her warm mouth. She wants to play daintily, so the cold sprinkles her rather than drenches her. She sticks her tongue out, flickering like a snake. David lets out a quiet sneer, and she can visualize him waving the ice cock in such a way that the coldness reaches her tongue, but the solidity does not. “oh god, just give it.” Dawn moans. Suddenly the hot cold ice tip is there. Yes it is the tip. God it even has some foreskin. She explores more. More tongue flickers on the tip. She finds an inconsistency. But it is not an inconsistency. This ice dildo has a come slit. The detail. The fact that this experience has so much to it. An ice dildo with a comeslit. She flickers it more. She wants to bore down into it. To go inside the cock, and thank it for its cold, awakening brightness. The hole widens with the warmth of her saliva.
Her mind drifts back to the present as her tongue invades this cock. The taste that is trickling into her mouth. God, couldn’t it please be more than a trickle. It is so cold that it melts only very slowly. So there isn’t much to taste. But she is getting a sense for it. From the moment she knew it wasn’t water, she wondered. But she stashed the curiosity aside, so as to enjoy her feelings. Now she is thinking. It could be anything. She wonders what it is, and if she should have made David disclose this information for the sake of safety. But being tied down give one the joy of jumping down an elevator shaft. For all she knows the bottom of the shaft may be a warm safe pool of something she wants to swim in, and from which this ice dildo is made. But as her tongue and mind caress and melt the cock, things get more clear. Her mind reaches back in time, and she understands what this is all about. The ice dildo is made of……..
To be continued.
