Chapter 4
Having covered her with the blanket, He quickly unfastened the knots that were tying her down to the table, releasing her arms and legs from their bonds. The next part of the evening would depend a great deal on how true her belief was that he would not harm her, as well as the strength of her commitment to never say no to Him. He left her dozing on the table while he prepared for what was to come.
Taking His time, he walked over to the cupboard. Humming quietly he bent and opened a drawer inside the cupboard which held candles, extracting several tapered paraffin ones and a lighter. These would be perfect for some hot wax play and he walked back to the table to set them down, stroking her face lightly as he stood there. Finally he stirred himself from his revere and walked to a refrigerator that was at the other side of the room and pulled out a bucket of ice from the freezer.
Stirring from her light sleep, she looked towards him with sleepy eyes and said, "Hello Master, have I been sleeping long?" She was still deep into the euphoria that comes with a heavy scene and lay there shivering a bit. Feeling more alive as the moments ticked by, she turned her head further and noticed that he was approaching with an ice bucket. Her nipples began to get hard again immediately.
"No my slut, you haven't been out long at all," he answered her, voice deep. "We are going to see how much control you can exhibit, because with this next set of adventures, I am not going to bind you in any way except for with my voice. When I tell you to stay as you are, you are not to move your arms or legs to shield yourself from what I am doing."
She blinked at Him, trying to judge His intent. Then with extra effort at keeping her voice quiet, she asked him, "Where do you want me?" He smiled down at her and set the bucket on the table next to her waist.
"Right where you are now, my slut. I am going to teach you about the best type of restraint. The one where you rely totally on yourself to not move. Do you think you can do that for me tonight?"
With a look of horror on her face, contemplating the candles and the ice, she nodded slowly. "I will do whatever it takes to do my best for you, as always."
"Good, then we shall begin." He began pulling off the blanket and folding it into a pillow. "Might as well make you comfortable," he said as he slid the blanket under her head.
Moving back to her waist, he picked up a piece of ice and slid it into her mouth, then back out again. She opened, sucked, and whimpered at the cold. Taking a second piece of ice, he transferred his attention to her nipples and slid the ice around each areola. Trembling with the shock of the ice after being so warm, she gasped softly. "Thank you, Sir."
He smiled at her comment and then took several pieces of ice and stretched himself to reach her pussy opening. Popping them in one after another he watched as she twitched but stayed still. She could not keep from moaning a bit as the cold penetrated her sore abused hole. Then she cried out as he forced five more ice cubes inside.
"Now for the counterpoint dear sweet slut of mine," he said as he bent down and whispered in her ear. Taking a candle, he lit it and stood with it about eighteen inches above her chest, tipping it slowly to drip onto her breasts. At this distance, the wax felt warm and inviting to her as it reached her skin. Moving his hand down closer, he stopped about fifteen inches above her breasts and tipped the candle again so that it spattered over the wax that was there already. The heat now was becoming a bit more uncomfortable. She wiggled her hips a bit as the ice started melting within her, leaving a pool of water as it drained from her. The drastic change from cold to hot was both delicious and distracting.
Watching her, he moved the candle to her waist and tipped it, dripping small spatters, paying attention to the need to keep the candle at a steady height. Moving his hand in a small circular pattern, he laid down wax at a slow rate, sometimes coming back to the same spot and adding more wax.
Each drip heated and cooled quickly, leaving her flushing, and stimulated. Blowing out the candle, he set it down next to her and rubbed his hands up her arms, stroking her flesh, then took several pieces of ice and slid them into her again causing her to gasp.
"Oh that's cold but feels so good on my swollen labia." The ice started her trembling and wanting to close her legs to the shock each time. She resisted the instinct to close her legs to it and arched her back as he slid more ice into her.
