A Cold Night

I was startled when the phone rang right next to me as I was getting really into a book I had just begun reading. I answered the phone to hear the familiar voice of my Master. "I want you to come over at 6" was all he said. He waited for my acknowledgement before saying good bye and hanging up.

I checked the clock and it was only 5. I put on something a little bit sexier than what I was wearing (went from jean shorts and a loose t-shirt to a skirt down to my knees and a nice top...with of course a sexy bra underneath and a thong as well). I left the house and drove over to his. I knocked on the door and rang the bell a couple times but nobody answered so I slowly turned the doorknob, which happened to be open, and peaked inside calling out, "hello?" not sure if he was home. I walked inside and found a note on the coffee table and read it.

Hello Pet. I want you to cook up dinner for us. There's food in the refrigerator and the cupboards so pick what you'd like, but you must be wearing the dress and a thong I got for you that's in the freezer. You better be wearing these when I get home.

-Master

I looked over at the slim black dress awaiting on the table that was underneath the note, but was a little squeamish about the thong in the freezer. I pulled off my clothes and neatly placed them on the coffee table after removing the dress from it. I slipped it on and went into the kitchen and opened the freezer. Sure enough there was a sexy black thong awaiting me. I put it on and felt the cold drifting up my legs and pressing against my clit and my pussy hole. Instantly I jumped at the coldness and jerked it back down but knew that the reasoning behind wearing it was indeed because it was cold. So I slipped it back on and opened up the refrigerator finding some pork chops. I took those out as well as some soup and some mashed potatoes I found in the cupboard, and a noodle dish. I began preparing all of this, and soon I had the stove and oven busy.

I heard the doorknob of Master's front door turn as he walked in and called out, "Slave, are you here?"

"Yes, Master, I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner."

I heard him say, this time a little quieter than his shout, "Good girl."

He entered the kitchen and said, "Good, you're wearing your attire, but are you wearing the thong?" I paused what I was doing and gave him a quick flash of my ass and hips and he could see I was wearing it. He smiled and said, "Good girl, how much time is left before supper is ready?"

"About 20 minutes"

"Good, I'm going to take a shower and clean up. It better be ready when I come back down here."

He left the room and I continued making dinner as told. As soon as everything was ready, I heard the shower from upstairs stop and I quickly got out the plates and silverware to set the table. I rushed around the kitchen putting food on the plates, etc. and just as Master walked in, in just his towel, it was all ready. He took his seat at a plate and told me to sit down close next to him. I sat up next to him and he reached up my dress and pressed his fingers against the thong over my clit so that the coldness was stinging againstit. I did notice however that it wasn't as cold as before. We continued our dinner, eating mostly in silence, and Master even helped me clear the table. After we cleared the table he started showing more of his dominant side.

"Take off that dress and bend over the table," He ordered suddenly. I was a little surprise by his quick change of mood and did as I was told. I laid the dress aside on a chair and bent over the table. I heard a couple drawers open and shut and all of a sudden he was pressing his weight over my back and nudging my body into the table edge as he spread my arms and tied them around the corners of the table and my legs to the legs of the table. I got nervous as he said sternly, "We have a little theme to our session tonight, slave. Have you figured it out yet?" as I felt something extremely cold and wet press up against my ass cheeks.

I jumped and groaned, nodding.

"Oh? And what is it my pet?"

"Coooooold" I groaned, realizing it was an ice cube.

"That's right, bitch. I wasn't too happy about that little party you held the other night before I came home. I don't like boys staying over at your house, and I especially don't like boys being all over my little girl."

I nodded, knowing I was very much guilty for a guy who had been all over me that night, and knowing if I REALLY wanted to I could've stopped him, but I never did.

"Are you ever going to have guys come over to your house like that again, slave?" he demanded. As he did I felt the ice cube move over my thong and underneath it.

"No master!" I cried out as I felt the wetness soak through the panties and drip over my clit. He yanked down the thong to my knees (since they couldn't go much farther without ripping) and pressed the ice cube against my clit. I screamed and struggled, pulling at the ropes that bound me to the table, and my head jerking up. The ice cube was melting and the ice cold water was dripping down my pussy lips and to the floor. I screamed and jolted in so much discomfort.

"What was that slave? Are you?" he hollered at me again over my screams.

"NO MASTER! I won't ever have guys at my house again!" I let out a scream, feeling the ice cube pressing into my clit, which is stinging more than I have ever felt in my life.

"Good" he said as now I felt him moving the ice cube down to my pussy lips. My legs twitched in response as it moved, and when I felt how slippery the ice cube was against my lips I realized how wet I was. Not just wet from the ice cube, but I could feel my own hot juices around my mound. Suddenly I felt the ice cube nudging inside my pussy. I let out a screaming beg, "No Master please! Please don't put that inside me!"

"Shut up bitch" he ordered. I was silent in terms of words, but my groans sustained. I twitched and squirmed as I felt the ice cube slide between my lips and inside me. The cold stung my sensitive inner walls and then quickly melting juices were dripping down my leg.

The freezer door opened and shut quickly before I felt another shock of coldness press against my ass cheeks once more. He spread my cheeks and teased my ass hole with the coldness in which I shuddered. I was dying to clench my ass cheeks and not let him in but I knew this would only cost me more punishment. He waited until the unfrozen water started dripping down my ass cheeks before pushing the rest of the solid into my ass hole in which I screamed. I had tears in the corner of my eyes from the sting of the coldness. Then I felt my legs fall loose from the table legs and felt my thong slide all the way down. Then Master told me to look in his direction. He was standing by the sink with the thong in his hand. He ran it under the water and threw it in the freezer. My eyes widened in fear of having to put it on again. "This is so it is much colder the next time I want you to wear it. It will last longer as well." By all of this I knew he was EXTREMELY upset with me, for this was a harsh punishment...and yet I was guiltily turned on by it. My pussy was dripping with a mixture of hot and ice cold juices and my nipples were so hard from both the cold and the turn on.

Finally he untied me completely after asking if the ice cube inside was completely melted (and I had told him yes). He grabbed another ice cube and handed it to me and told ME to hold it on my clit. If I were to move it away once I would be punished. I took hold of the ice cube and held it against my clit, squirming at first and then trying to relax a little more. He then ordered me to go upstairs to his bedroom. I walked up the stairs with the cold water dripping from my legs and pussy, and I knew Master was directly behind me, for I could feel his eyes penetrating my ass, and his hand would occasionally give me a good hard slap.

I went up to his room and he ordered me to lie on the bed. He tied me down to the bed immediately, taking the ice cube from my hand and nudging it into my clit in a position where it would stay. He obviously couldn't hold back his urge anymore as he took off his towel that was still around his waist. My legs were spread wide for him and my clit was dripping wet in both senses. He pulled up on top of me and I felt his cock teasing my pussy lips. My hips thrust down at him and he smirked and pulled away. I groaned in disappointment when suddenly I felt a gush of wetness underneath my ass and knew that the ice cube that was nudged inside there had just melted completely. He smiled when he noticed and then rammed his hard cock into me immediately. The hard and unexpected thrust shocked me with some pain but then it started feeling good. I tried thrusting with him but I could barely go anywhere being all tied up, spread eagle.

He started getting me real worked up, occasionally moving the ice cube over my clit so I would remember it was there, and he knew it was getting me turned on, despite the stinging sensation I felt that made me squirm. Suddenly I felt myself right on the edge of cumming and began asking for permission.

"Oh Master, please may I cum?"

He smiled and said, "Umm....no."

"Ohhh, Master pleeeeease I need to so bad!" I begged.

He said again, more sternly now, "No, bitch, now be quiet."

I stopped my begging and was thinking of anything I could to not cum. I was held on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, and I could've sworn I was about to cum any second when suddenly he ripped out of me. As he was sliding out my body instinctively thrust towards him wanting more, but nothing came back and I groaned in disappointment. He smirked, knowing this was good punishment to refuse what I wanted. As he was looking down at me he then told me "I have a surprise for you, pet."

I waited all tied up and 2 minutes later Master came up holding a bucket. I heard swishing and clunking...knowing that due to this theme that it was ice and water. He untied me and ordered me to go lay in the tub. I did as told, and I knew he wanted my legs up on each corner so my pussy was exposed and I hung my arms over the edge. He came in with the bucket and pulled out an ice cube and rested it right below my breast and took another doing the same. Then he said, "oops, I almost forgot my own treat." He disappeared only to return 30 seconds later with a tub of ice cream and a spoon. The tub was wide enough for both of us to fit inside and I scooted up as he climbed in at my feet. He took a scoop of the ice cream and lathered it over my pussy and on top of my clit. I squirmed a little but he tapped the side of my thigh and told me not to move. I obeyed and waited as I felt him just piling the ice cream on. Then he took a scoop and put each scoop of ice cream on my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. He put the ice cream aside and then began licking the ice cream off. I didn't feel it at all, except the melting ice cream dripping down between my lips until finally I felt the heat of his tongue up against my pussy. I moaned and felt his tongue pushing the melted ice cream inside my pussy with his tongue. The heat and the cold turned me on in an instant and I felt myself thrusting at him once more. He slapped my ass again and enforced, "I told you not to move!" I nodded quickly just enjoying his tongue up against my clit and my pussy lips. Finally all the ice cream was gone and I felt him licking up the stream of melted ice cream from my breasts.

He licked up to them and hungrily licked and bit at the ice cream on my breasts, until once more I felt his hot tongue coinciding with the cold ice cream. I moaned as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter and he began sucking on my tits now. He flicked his tongue against my hard sensitive nipples and occasionally bit at one. I moaned and then he went back down to my pussy, just to make sure all was clean. He lapsed his tongue crazily over my pussy lips and I felt myself close to the edge once more.

"Oh, Master I need to come, may I come?"

"Nope," was his only response.

I tried so hard not to cum and he could tell I was right there, gripping at the sides of the tub and my legs locked. "If you come," he threatened, "you will be punished severely. Trust me, you won't enjoy it." I nodded and stared at the ceiling in hopes it would help. Right when I felt myself ready to he jerked away just like last time. I let out a groan in disappointment and then he stood up, helping me to my feet. He turned on the water of the tub, thankfully some warm water and he bathed me thoroughly. I was so happy and relieved at the warm water, though at first it felt burning hot because I had been so cold all night, but I felt very thankful to my Master and felt completely his especially at that moment: A good hard punishment, followed by passion and care for me. He cleaned me up and then he even dried most of me off.

Once I was all dry he told me to go put the dress on again and he found me another thong that had a slot for my pussy to slip through. I put it on and then he told me we were going out for a little bit of fun.

We went to a local club and began dancing with each other, having what seemed to be a normal night when we were there. Finally as we were resting he told me he wanted to fuck me again. I asked him where and he said right there bent over the table. I gave him a discomforted look and then asked, "Well where else could we possibly do it, pet?" I offered me riding him on his lap, and he agreed. He sat on the chair, taking out his cock and I sat over his lap with my pussy pressing through the slot of the thong, still incredibly wet from before as well as wet from our fun grinding we did on the floor. I began riding smoothly until I felt him jerk me down with his hands on my hips and I knew he wanted it hard, and noticeably. I looked around nervously but soon forgot about the room around us as I rode him harder and faster REALLY getting into it. My tits bounced in my dress, and he undid the back around my neck and pulled the top down so he could play with them. He groped at them hard, using them as levers to help guide me down on his cock harder and deeper. I began moaning without realizing how loud I was and felt myself build up again. I again asked for permission only to be shot down once more. I kept going, still on the edge and moaning loudly, caring less and less about the dancers around us until finally he ordered me off.

"Please can I continue?" I begged.

"Nope, get off me, pet." I was startled when the phone rang right next to me as I was getting really into a book I had just begun reading. I answered the phone to hear the familiar voice of my Master. "I want you to come over at 6" was all he said. He waited for my acknowledgement before saying good bye and hanging up.

I checked the clock and it was only 5. I put on something a little bit sexier than what I was wearing (went from jean shorts and a loose t-shirt to a skirt down to my knees and a nice top...with of course a sexy bra underneath and a thong as well). I left the house and drove over to his. I knocked on the door and rang the bell a couple times but nobody answered so I slowly turned the doorknob, which happened to be open, and peaked inside calling out, "hello?" not sure if he was home. I walked inside and found a note on the coffee table and read it.

Hello Pet. I want you to cook up dinner for us. There's food in the refrigerator and the cupboards so pick what you'd like, but you must be wearing the dress and a thong I got for you that's in the freezer. You better be wearing these when I get home.

-Master

I looked over at the slim black dress awaiting on the table that was underneath the note, but was a little squeamish about the thong in the freezer. I pulled off my clothes and neatly placed them on the coffee table after removing the dress from it. I slipped it on and went into the kitchen and opened the freezer. Sure enough there was a sexy black thong awaiting me. I put it on and felt the cold drifting up my legs and pressing against my clit and my pussy hole. Instantly I jumped at the coldness and jerked it back down but knew that the reasoning behind wearing it was indeed because it was cold. So I slipped it back on and opened up the refrigerator finding some pork chops. I took those out as well as some soup and some mashed potatoes I found in the cupboard, and a noodle dish. I began preparing all of this, and soon I had the stove and oven busy.

I heard the doorknob of Master's front door turn as he walked in and called out, "Slave, are you here?"

"Yes, Master, I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner."

I heard him say, this time a little quieter than his shout, "Good girl."

He entered the kitchen and said, "Good, you're wearing your attire, but are you wearing the thong?" I paused what I was doing and gave him a quick flash of my ass and hips and he could see I was wearing it. He smiled and said, "Good girl, how much time is left before supper is ready?"

"About 20 minutes"

"Good, I'm going to take a shower and clean up. It better be ready when I come back down here."

He left the room and I continued making dinner as told. As soon as everything was ready, I heard the shower from upstairs stop and I quickly got out the plates and silverware to set the table. I rushed around the kitchen putting food on the plates, etc. and just as Master walked in, in just his towel, it was all ready. He took his seat at a plate and told me to sit down close next to him. I sat up next to him and he reached up my dress and pressed his fingers against the thong over my clit so that the coldness was stinging againstit. I did notice however that it wasn't as cold as before. We continued our dinner, eating mostly in silence, and Master even helped me clear the table. After we cleared the table he started showing more of his dominant side.

"Take off that dress and bend over the table," He ordered suddenly. I was a little surprise by his quick change of mood and did as I was told. I laid the dress aside on a chair and bent over the table. I heard a couple drawers open and shut and all of a sudden he was pressing his weight over my back and nudging my body into the table edge as he spread my arms and tied them around the corners of the table and my legs to the legs of the table. I got nervous as he said sternly, "We have a little theme to our session tonight, slave. Have you figured it out yet?" as I felt something extremely cold and wet press up against my ass cheeks.

I jumped and groaned, nodding.

"Oh? And what is it my pet?"

"Coooooold" I groaned, realizing it was an ice cube.

"That's right, bitch. I wasn't too happy about that little party you held the other night before I came home. I don't like boys staying over at your house, and I especially don't like boys being all over my little girl."

I nodded, knowing I was very much guilty for a guy who had been all over me that night, and knowing if I REALLY wanted to I could've stopped him, but I never did.

"Are you ever going to have guys come over to your house like that again, slave?" he demanded. As he did I felt the ice cube move over my thong and underneath it.

"No master!" I cried out as I felt the wetness soak through the panties and drip over my clit. He yanked down the thong to my knees (since they couldn't go much farther without ripping) and pressed the ice cube against my clit. I screamed and struggled, pulling at the ropes that bound me to the table, and my head jerking up. The ice cube was melting and the ice cold water was dripping down my pussy lips and to the floor. I screamed and jolted in so much discomfort.

"What was that slave? Are you?" he hollered at me again over my screams.

"NO MASTER! I won't ever have guys at my house again!" I let out a scream, feeling the ice cube pressing into my clit, which is stinging more than I have ever felt in my life.