Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) ...
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Master ...
I looked across at Rika and smiled. She was slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt in an attempt to entice me into fucking her. I have to say that it was working too! She looked great and I felt horny. As she approached me her shirt hung loose and the sides of her ample braless breasts were clearly visible. I was getting hard.
"Master Si, do you want me?" she purred, her face now only inches away from mine.
"Oh fuck yes Rika," I so want you. Our mouths locked and we kissed. It was a long kiss and when I peeled away Rika was breathless.
"Master, please fuck me!"
I kissed her again, and then moved a step back so I could look into her face.
"I wonder how Ev is getting along," I smiled.
Slut ...
What was going on? I was petrified. I had no idea where I was or what was to be done to me. I could see nothing.
My senses of touch and hearing were now heightened incredibly and I flinched as I felt a hand brush my arm. I held my breath. No one spoke until I felt fearfully compelled to break the silence.
"Who is it, what do you want? Master is it you?"
They (I was assuming it was 'they') were no doubt delighting in my trembling nervousness. I could sense my breasts heave in terror. I swallowed hard as I felt a hand stroke my cheek.
"Master, is it you? Please talk to your slave." It was getting too much for a poor useless slut such as me.
Suddenly the chill of a sharp blade touched my cheek and I screamed.
"No please don't cut me." I felt the blade move across my cheek and down the length of my exposed neck. I hardly dare breathe. It continued its terrible trail across my bare shoulders and down the middle of my body until it traced the underside of my breasts. Once more I held my breath as I felt the pressure of the blade increase.
"No, don't hurt me." I was convinced now that rivers of blood must be running over my skin. Surely this couldn't be Master, he wouldn't take a knife to me ... would he? The cold air and the fear of my predicament had made my nipples highly sensitive and no doubt firm and erect.
"Please!" I sobbed not quite knowing what it was I was asking for.
Then it stopped. The blade was taken away. Nothing.
After many long minutes during which not a sound was made I once more felt compelled to break the silence.
"Where are you, is anyone there, what's going on?" I began to panic again. Then the uncertainty of inaction was broken as I felt something very, very cold on my cheek and I inhaled sharply. It was an ice cube. I felt it cold and wet on my face before it traced the bridge line of my nose then down, down, followed by a long wet trail. Sensually it moved to my lips and over and around my mouth, leaving it wet and moist. Down it continued onto my neck and chest and then I heard myself moan openly as the ice cube travelled onto my breasts.
"Ooohhhhh."
A second cube, one on each breast now circling round and round, not touching my nipples just my naked tits.
"Oooohhhhh, mmmm!" I groaned. Then a third cube on my stomach skating over my tight flat muscles, moving down onto my groin. I guessed that this meant that there must be more than one of them but that thought wasn't uppermost in my mind just at that moment. I pushed my thighs together as the freezing sensation of the cubes bit deeply into my skin. I wanted more yet I wanted them to stop. What did I want?
"Oh yesssssss!" I hissed, as the ice closed in on my nipples. Just touching the erect tips, briefly and lightly. I moaned anew as the cube at my groin moved nearer to my juicing slit.
"F...U...C...K!!" I groaned heavily, as the cube dampened my pussy lips. I felt the fingers holding the cube brush against my cunt, and I pushed upwards to meet them. Then I felt my whole body buck.
"Aararrrgghh!!" I uttered unintelligibly as the cube opened me and was pushed inside. Shit, it was so cold! I felt a second cube quickly follow it, then a third and a fourth.
"Oh, my -- fucking h ...!" Fingers, unseen, followed the cubes, forcing them deeper and making me fuller. The feeling was sending me high.
My body betrayed me and I thrust against the cold invaders.
"Oh fuck I want to cum!" Did I really shout that? My mouth was so dry. The ice continued to tease my nipples relentlessly. I could feel it melting on me and inside me as the water ran down my thighs leaving my soaking pussy wet and pliant. The friction continued. I groaned and strained my tight, bound body. I used my tongue to wet my lips and threw back my head ready to cum, to cum, oh yes to cum gloriously!! Then it stopped.
I hung twitching with desire, devastated, my body heaving and humiliated.
Panting, sweating, shaking and incredibly frustrated. That was how I felt as the friction stopped and I was left on the brink of a most unwelcome but certainly not unwanted orgasm.
"Oh no, please make me cum, don't stop now" I begged humiliating myself fully and no doubt delighting my captors.
"SLAP!" My cheeks stung as I cried out at the heavy open palm that slapped my face. Again silence. Tears of fear and desire rolled down my cheeks. Then I felt it again, the cold, sharp steel of the knife, this time on my thighs.
"Oh please don't," I whispered, fearing the worst. Moving upwards I felt the razor sharp edge against my skin. I froze, hardly breathing and not daring to move. Up it travelled into my groin.
"Aaaiiiiiiiiiii!" I yelled as the slightest of pressure was applied and the knife nicked the smooth skin of my groin. Surely I must be bleeding now. I could feel a small trickle -- blood? As it ran down onto my thighs, I started to cry. Blindfold still, I was completely disoriented.
