Sunday 5 AM
Deirdre surveyed the items she'd placed on the dresser, silently going over the checklist in her mind. She quietly went downstairs to retrieve one last thing. In the kitchen, silent as a burglar, she opened and closed cupboards until she located a large glass bowl. She filled this bowl with ice, smiled to herself then removed the ring Garret had given her the day before and dropped it inside.
Soundlessly, she returned to the bedroom and found Garret still asleep. She placed the bowl on the dresser beside the other items and paused to add one of her favorite toys to the bowl of ice as well, leather handled flogger with varying lengths of delicate silver chain as lashes. Finally she unrolled and plugged in a small heating pad and placed it at the other end of the dresser.
"Fire and ice" she murmured chuckling quietly.
She picked up her "outfit" and went into the bathroom.
Garret awoke to the sensation of all of the covers being suddenly snatched off of the bed and a startling snap of Deirdre's riding crop dangerously close to where he lay. He jumped in spite of himself.
"Position One!" she commanded. Her voice left absolutely no room for questioning.
He immediately rolled over onto his stomach and spread eagle, assuming the required position. She knelt beside him and pressed the back of her hand against the back of his neck. Her hand was warm, very warm in fact, but then he felt a shock of cold metal that somewhat puzzled him. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Guess. . . which. . . side."
He struggled to clear his sleep fogged brain. He knew that this was clearly the back of Mistress' hand. That was too easy, therefore not the answer she was seeking. Her other hand still held the crop which she snapped against the side of the bed this time saying
"You're thinking too hard!"
She pressed the hand against his neck harder. The cold metal touched him again. The ring! The cobwebs fell from his mind and he peered at the alarm clock on the bedside table. The red numbers read 5:20.
"Which side?" he repeated her question in his mind and thought through all that had happened in the past few minutes. Why was she waking him up like this at 5:20 on a damn Sunday morning? BITCH!! His body stiffened when the word snapped into his mind. Deirdre's low chuckle let him know she'd watched him come to this conclusion. She'd been watching his face and had seen the disorientation, then concentration and finally startling realization. She leaned close to his ear again. He felt her breast press against his back.
"Very good! You thought it, but you didn't dare say it, did you?"
Garrett remained silent. She traced the edge of his ear with the tip of her tongue now and he shivered.
"You have permission to speak," she purred.
"No Mistress." His voice was barely above a whisper.
His heart pounded and he could feel himself growing hard and knew that soon lying on his stomach unable to move was going to be a challenge. She bit his earlobe hard enough to make him wince then moved off the bed and away from him. He heard her moving around on the other side of the room behind him but he dared not turn to face her. In a minute or two she returned and placed something unseen on the nightstand.
She walked around to the other side of the bed so that Garret could see her in the pale morning light. She wore a black lace bra with matching cheeky panties a black garter belt and black lace topped stockings. Knee-high black leather boots completed the look. In her hands were wrist and ankle restraints. She carefully placed these on Garrett and bound him to the 4-poster bed. Next she covered his eyes with a simple blindfold.
When his eyes were covered, it seemed to Garrett that all his other senses became more heightened. He heard Deirdre's breathing and the soft rustle of her lingerie as she moved closer to him. He smelled the faint scent of Ylang-ylang and sandalwood when she leaned near. She traced a pattern on his back with the slapper end of her riding crop, delicately sweeping the leather around in swirls across one shoulder blade then the other before moving down onto his lower back and the tops of his buttocks. She teased the cleft between his cheeks and then moved to his sensitive inner thighs. Gradually she worked her way all the way down to his feet, pausing to even run the end of the crop along his bare soles. After that she slowly and meticulously worked her way back up again. Garrett's body was fairly tingling.
She struck him several times with the crop across his buttocks one cheek then the other before repeating the process on the backs of his thighs. He felt the hot stripes criss-crossing his now tender backside and briefly wondered how many welts she'd raised.
Deirdre removed the chain flogger from the bowl of ice and trailed the chilled chains across Garrett's buttocks, smiling at his sharp intake of breath as she did so. The unexpected shock of the cold chains sent chills up his spine. She continued to move the flogger all along the areas she'd so expertly warmed with the crop and Garrett moaned in response.
Deirdre returned to the dresser and placed a pair of metal nipple clips on the heating pad and laid the flogger she'd just used beside them. Next she picked up a small lightweight paddle, similar to a ping-pong paddle. She silently moved to the side of the bed and stood watching Garrett.
He lay perfectly still, listening. Deirdre waited until he'd relaxed a bit then swatted him soundly on one of his buttocks with the paddle. She delivered several rapid- fire blows to alternating cheeks, striking a slightly different area each time. Soon, Garrett's butt felt as if it were bathed in fire. His breathing quickened and he was also painfully aware of his erection beneath him.
He felt the familiar kick of endorphins that always came when Mistress took their play to this level. Deirdre added the slim chain she sometimes used to connect some of the nipple clips of which she was so fond to the bowl of ice. She picked up a handful of cubes as she again turned her attention to Garrett. Holding a few cubes in each hand, she slowly rubbed them all along Garrett's lower back, buttocks and thighs. The sensation of the melting ice brought shivers that had nothing at all to do with being cold. Deirdre again smiled as she noticed his toes curling.
"Very nice" she said leaning close to his ear.
She placed her ice-chilled hands against his sides and trailed her fingertips along his ribs, tickling him lightly and chuckled when he squirmed.
"Such a delicious ass," she murmured before biting him lightly just where his thigh and buttock met.
She continued to kiss and nibble at his buttocks, savoring his taste, his smell, loving the low moans that came in response to her actions. She made intricate swirls with her tongue on his tender flesh and unconsciously Garrett began to rock his hips back and forth, grinding against the bed. An abrupt swat with the paddle stopped him.
