Mistress loved watching the play of muscle and sinew beneath slave-boy's bronzed, satin skin as he writhed against the bonds. There wasn't a bit of hair on him anywhere except his head. Before she'd put the blind fold on him, she saw that he had glorious grey and stormy eyes that promised a well of pleasure and emotion. His impressive cock was all rigid steel and pleasure tightened balls. At last, knowing his body was fully sensitized to even the slightest stimulation, she lay the feather aside. She paused in her work until she saw he'd grown restless. He was wondering if she'd left the room, or if she was just merely watching him as he continued to writhe and pant.
She smiled, wicked and with determination to stun this fabulous man. She reached over to a bowl of ice that had been placed there earlier by room service and selected a cube. She trailed her fingernails lightly up his body from the soles of his feet, past the sensitive insides of his thighs, over sensitive hip bones and up to his chest.
A startled yelp escaped him as she laid the ice cube against one tightly beaded flat man nipple and watched the flesh pucker even more with the added cold. Quickly, she trailed it across his chest and treated the other nipple to the same, murmuring more to herself than to him that all things should be treated fair and equal. When his nipples were satisfactory nubs, she tossed the ice back in the bowl and picked up the clamps and hooked first one, then the other to his nipples. He groaned at the shooting pleasure/pain that went straight to his groin. She adjusted the clamps until they were tight enough to suit her and remind him they were there. She carefully watched his body language for the signs that the bite was just right. To test it, she tweaked the chain and at his shout then groan she nodded, moving on.
He wasn't sure what she would do next, where she would touch, or if it would bite or soothe or arouse. Slave-boy's mind was whirled trying to imagine what would come next. Oh God! She was suckling his earlobe and licking it, now nipping! Finally she began soothing the sting with her tongue. As she nuzzled at his ear he could feel her, soft and warm breath as it brushed against his sweat dampened flesh. His skin erupted in goose flesh. While worrying his ears, she gave the chain that connected his swollen, hot nipples a tweak that hurt almost as much as it sent nearly orgasmic throbs of pleasure down his turgid shaft. Never in a million years had he imagined that torturing his nipples could be so hotly, wicked and decadent. With a final soft kiss to his earlobes, she went down the other side of his body trailing her sharp nails down his chest, across his ripped stomach, across the top of his groin, just missing his cock, and down to the sole of his other foot.
Slave-boy wanted inside that tight little cunt of hers so bad he could taste it...he'd love nothing better than to see her legs splayed out heels and thigh high hose still in place flailing under the thoroughly hard fucking he'd give her. He wondered if she was wet from what she did, did it excite and tease her to have a powerful man at her whim and pleasure? He'd beg to lick her sweet cream to be sure and love every second of her sweet, bald pussy covering his face. She'd rock and smother him until she shuddered and gushed her juices into his starving mouth all over his greedy tongue. He'd lick and suck her as if she were the most delectable candy. One to be savored every second. He licked his lips in anticipation of his fantasy.
He felt her hot, wet mouth at the insteps of his feet. No one had ever played with his feet, not orally, and not in a sexual manner. Holy shit did it feel good! His legs twitched involuntarily as did his turgid cock. It made sense now, a full pedicure had been on the list of preparations he had to complete before entering this room for his session today. By God, his hammer-like cock would drive a twelve inch spike into a block of iron and was unabashedly oozing precum. He could feel it bead up and trail down his cock, a solitary drip that cooled as it slid down him and glistened with promise.
Clucking her tongue, Mistress admonished slave-boy for allowing such precious fluid to go to waste. His chest heaved in a sharp intake as she moved slowly up his thighs licking, suckling along the way at all the tender flesh until she was completely between his legs. She used the pad of her fingertip to slowly wipe his tearing cock's juice from him. He heard her hum of satisfaction as her lips gave a loud smack, signaling she'd tasted him and found him delicious. He moaned and his cock twitched and jerked at the simple touch. Waiting was torture, and he'd bet he had to wait longer before getting what he wanted. Hell, he was so hot now, even if he came, he doubted that once would be enough to deflate his hot, swollen dick.
Her warm, moist mouth continued to move along slave-boy's flesh, as she nipped and licked, and sucked her torturous path up past the insides of his knees, then the insides of his now trembling thighs, damn she had him like putty. He'd do anything--agree to anything now to get relief. Her fingers began stroking his ball sack. It was tight and full, aching to release its burden. His balls were smooth, devoid of any hair since that too had been on his list of preparations, fully denuded body. Now he understood why. It wasn't because she didn't want to deal with his hair in her teeth.
It was also about his absolute pleasure. The added perception and sensations of skin that had no barriers was novel and one lesson he'd take with him forever. Her lovely mouth was everywhere on his groin except devouring his cock like he prayed she would. He was going to be insane. He'd be a babbling, insane idiot if she didn't take his cock soon and swallow him whole.
Laughing at his now silently begging body, she nuzzled at his balls. Then her seductive, throaty voice asked him, "Will you take a plug here for me? You may speak." She gently slid a slick finger across his tight, virginal pucker.
