An Ingenue Awaens

He took a step back, released my hands from the cuffs, then helped me to my feet.

“Come with me,” he said, then took my hand and led me to the bathroom. “Sit,” he said, indicating the toilet. I put the lid down and seated myself on it. “Spread your legs,” he said, and again, I did as he asked.

He was the only one who’d been satiated at that stage, so I was very aware that my pussy was dripping wet with all the excitement I’d experienced so far. He stepped back then took a long, lascivious look at the glistening pink folds of my pussy. I felt my clitoris begin to burn all over again with the excitement and the shame of being looked at that way. Then he stepped over to the vanity unit, riffled through a bag, and withdrew something shiny and silver. He held it in his hand while he turned the hot tap on. I wondered what he had in store for me next, and felt my eyes widen with fear when he turned to show me a sparkling cutthroat razor, fully extended and ready for action. He obviously saw the fear in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, my pet,” he said. “Just a little housekeeping…” and with that, he knelt before me and began to remove every single hair from my mound of venus. He rinsed the blade with each stroke so that when it reconnected with my flesh, it was hot and clean, leaving the skin perfectly bare and renewed. He paused momentarily to admire his work so far, then bent forward and licked at my hot red clit with soft dabs from the tip of his tongue. I released a shudder of pleasure, but then he returned to the task at hand, spreading my legs further with a push of his shoulders. He angled the blade sideways and quickly removed the hairs down the outer folds. The sensation was exhilarating – and frightening – but he was so skilled at using the cutthroat. He’d obviously done this before.

A huge drop of juice running from my exposed pussy to the puckered flower of my ass – I felt embarrassed, because he could see exactly how excited what he was doing made me feel. Then I felt his tongue on my ass, catching the precious drop, dragging it upwards and forcing it back into me. I quivered all over at the touch of his tongue.

Finally, he parted the outer lips of my pussy and caught the last few hairs along the inner edge with the razor. It was hot, and its scrapes, though clean, burnt momentarily. He finished one side, and then the other, then stood back to admire his work.

“Nice,” he commented, and smiled at me. I returned the smile shyly. He took my hand again, and led me from the bathroom to the bed. “Get on it,” he said, pointing, and I did, sliding my ass along the bed cover up to the pillow. He went to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and took out a black satin blindfold. He knelt on the bed and slipped it onto my head and over my eyes. It was tight, but not uncomfortable – yet it completely deprived me of my sense of sight. I wondered, with intense excitement, what would happen next. I felt him straddle my hips but was completely surprised when he bent down and passionately kissed me on the mouth. His lips were warm and welcoming as his tongue delved deeply into my mouth and connected with mine. Just when I thought I could get lost in his kiss, he leant away and took my left wrist in his hand. He extended my arm out to the side and I felt him tie it to the bed head with a soft velvet rope. He did the same with my right arm, then I felt him place something around my neck – it was a collar. He fastened it at the front, then pushed me back and secured it to the bed head too. I was completely bound – there was no way I could leave that bed unless he released me.

I felt his body weight leave the bed and I wondered where he had gone and what he had planned next. I managed to kick of my shoes and bend my legs around under me – there was enough movement in the collar to allow me to sit a little higher.

“Whose slave are you now?” I heard him say from the side of the bed.

“I… I…” I stuttered. I wasn’t sure what I should say. Immediately I felt the crop strike one of my nipples, and I cried out in shock.

“I said, whose slave are you now?” he said again.

“I… I…” stuttered again, completely dumb struck by the excruciating pain. I felt the crack of the crop again on my other nipple, and I couldn’t help but yelp in pain again.

“Whose slave are now?” he said again, and this time I whimpered the answer.

“I’m your slave,” I said feebly, tears welling in my eyes under the blindfold.

“Whose slave?” he said, teasing my right nipple with the tip of the crop.

“Your slave, m… m… master,” I said, as a tear escaped the blindfold and ran down my cheek.

“That’s better,” he said. I felt something cold applied to my nipples - ice to relieve the sting of the crop.

“Thank you,” I said, grateful for the relief.

“Good slave,” he said stroking my hair, and I knew I was beginning to meet his approval.

He rubbed the ice in circles around each nipple, then when it had melted, he took another handful and ran it down my belly to my still dripping wet pussy. I felt him climb onto the bed again then part my knees with his. He held the ice against my hot pink flesh and the pleasure of the cold turned to pain. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any more, he pushed the remainder of the ice cubes – all four of them – into my hot, begging pussy. I gasped at the sensation but was helpless to resist.

Then I felt his shoulders against my thighs as he lay his head between my legs, and began to lick the soft pink folds of my pussy, delicately at first, then with increasingly rough strokes, grazing the stubble of his chin against the tender flesh. The pain was excruciating but delicious; I leaned into the bed head and involuntarily tilted my hips upwards – whether I wanted it to or not, my body had completely surrendered to the power of his administrations. Water dribbled back down the path the ice had taken only moments before, my own juices dribbling out with it. He caught it all with his tongue, collecting every last drop, then raised his head to my lips and transferred it all into my mouth. I drank deeply from him, but prayed he would return his attentions to my burning body.

With his mouth still on mine, his tongue forcing itself deep into my throat and out again, I felt his fingers lift the soft hood to reveal the delicate bud of my clit beneath. He circled it with the tip of his cold index finger, then added a second, applying a maddening pressure that had me gasp for breath behind his kiss. The increasing pressure on my clit was too much to bear. I began to buck against the restraints as my hips thrust forwards against his hand, desperate for gratification, aching to be relieved. He quickened the pace and I felt myself lose all control. Utterly at his mercy, I came in a blinding white orgasm. I gasped for air as he removed his tongue from my mouth and his lips from mine. I felt his breath against my right ear. I hardly knew what to do or say or think when he whispered these words.

“Now you truly serve me.”