The remainder of the week was rather uneventful, with people dropping off memory cards or sticks with their New Year party snapshots for printing or a request to put them into a wall calendar, so before I realized it, it was five-thirty pm Saturday and I could close the shop. Again we weren't lucky this season, we hadn't had a white Christmas, but as it often did, it started to snow a few days after New Year, so I would be able to make a few nice snow angel photos with Linda in my roof garden.
To be on the safe side with the food that was going to be prepared by my slave, I chose to make her prepare something relatively simple. As a starter, I chose a simple vegetable soup with small meatballs. This was to be followed by chicken with the remainder of the small meatballs and mushrooms in a creamy sauce served in a puff pastry, otherwise known as "Vol au Vent", and accompanied by croquettes from the deep freeze. Making them fresh would take too much time. To create a friendly atmosphere I opted for a bottle of Beaujolais Saint-Amour.
For dessert, I thought of vanilla ice cream with a dash of Hasselt coffee liqueur topped with whipped cream. I hoped that she would be able to prepare this without bungling it. In my opinion, it should take her a maximum of 1 to 1.5 hours to prepare. Cutting the veggies for the soup and rolling the small meatballs would absorb most of the time. I had bought a fried chicken so all she needed to do was cut it up into the right size small chunks. Cutting the mushrooms, making the creamy sauce, and frying the croquettes was child's stuff.
I hoped we could finish the meal by 9. Depending on her food preparation performance I would either just shoot the snow angel photos or punish her a bit by leaving her a little longer naked in the cold on my roof garden. I hoped a bit for the second option as it would be great fun to warm her up again with a flogger when I allowed her back inside.
A few minutes before 6 the bell rang. When I checked the video phone, I saw it was Linda, so I buzzed her in. I heard her bound up the stairs so I opened the apartment door. She looked at me and said, "Hi Lew, am I on time?"
I looked very sternly at her and she looked back a bit surprised by my stern look.
"Have I done anything wrong?" she asked.
"You've done a lot, wrong slave!" I said, "first you are still dressed, the rule was that you should be naked at all times when in a private residence. Second I'm not Lew to you, I'm your Master and you should address me as such. Third, you will not speak unless asked a direct question. So you've already earned yourself 3 times 10 lashes with whatever instrument of punishment I deem fit or any alternative punishment I can think of."
She just stood there looking at me not knowing if I meant it or what to do next. I looked again at her with the angriest face I could muster and continued, "what are you waiting for, take those clothes off."
I'd never before seen her shed her clothes so fast. I think she was starkers in less than 3 seconds, her clothes strewn all over the floor at her feet. She also understood immediately that this was for real and that I meant business, so as soon as she was naked, she assumed the slave waiting position, her hands behind her lower back and her feet at shoulder width, her legs slightly opened, eyes looking straight ahead.
I walked around her and when I stood behind her I couldn't resist giving a slap with my hand on one of her buttocks. She flinched, I guessed more because she didn't expect it as it couldn't have really hurt. I proceeded to attach a leather collar with a metal ring in the front around her neck and hooked a leash to the ring by which I could lead her like an obedient little puppy.
"OK slave, pick up your stuff," I barked while tugging on the leash guiding her into the apartment. She looked a bit flushed, and I could see in her eyes she was angry, as in her mind she had arrived well on time and had no idea I was going to play it that strictly. Maybe I needed to let her cool down a bit, so I took her straight to the big window overlooking the roof garden, opened it, and led her outside into the dark, where I attached her by the leash to one of the pillars of the gazebo about halfway into the garden and left her there. It was about -5° C (23°F) and the ground was covered with a few inches of snow.
I switched on a spotlight and watched her from the inside. I saw her put her arms around her body but it didn't take very long for her to start shivering. I could imagine her feet must be freezing standing in the snow. I left her there for about 60 seconds, which I think to her must have felt more like 10 minutes. When I led her back inside, it took her a while to stop shivering.
"Are we still an angry slave?"
"No Master," she whispered, her teeth chattering.
"Excellent, now put on your apron and you can get started on the meal."
She quickly picked up the apron she had brought from the pile of clothes she had taken off and moved to the kitchen.
"What you need is in the fridge," I said.
She went to the fridge, got the vegetables out for the soup, and started peeling, slicing, and dicing them. By the time she had finished, she had stopped shivering and was working pretty fast and efficiently. In no time at all, she had a pot boiling on the induction cooker and a nice smell started to permeate the apartment. Next, she took out the ground meat to roll the little meatballs for the soup and the Vol au Vent. The apron she had brought was rather small, it had a narrow part on the top which sometimes allowed her boobs to spill out the side whenever she moved a little fast, regularly giving me enticing views. The back however was the most alluring, with just a little strap around her neck and a cute bow at her lower back, just above her jutting buttocks. When I looked at the front the apron barely covered her pubic area. When she moved around I could regularly feast my eyes on her pussy as it occasionally peeked from under the apron.
I was getting hornier and hornier. I congratulated myself on instructing Linda to bring an apron. A woman always looks that little bit more alluring when parts of her naked body are covered or partially hidden from view, and this apron sure as hell did the trick. I was wondering if her body temperature was increasing as well, and I'm not talking about her whole body but only certain specific parts. I needed to know so I snuck up behind her while she was concentrating on rolling the little meatballs and slid my hand between her legs. She almost jumped out of her skin giving a small shriek, as all of a sudden she felt my hand between her legs. There was no doubt she was horny just like I was, her pussy felt lightly moist, and when I slid one finger inside she moaned.
"Do you like this?" I whispered in her ear.
"Oh yes Master, I prefer this over the cold outside."
"I can imagine you do, but you knew you were going to be punished when you found out you were not obeying the rules and giving me that angry look."
"Yes and I'm very sorry Master, I deserved to be punished."
"Yes, but I guess you had another kind of punishment in mind when you found out, didn't you?"
"Yes, Master I was hoping that you would give me a spanking or a flogging."
"Don't you worry my little slave, the cold treatment was just to warm you up for what's to come," I said with a chuckle, hoping she understood the pun, and she did.
"So when do you think we can have our dinner?"
"I hope to be ready by seven-thirty Master."
"Excellent, would you care for an aperitif?"
"I would love one Master if that is allowed."
"It most certainly is, it's not because you are my slave this evening that you shouldn't enjoy a dinner with all the trimmings, Champagne OK for you?"
"Oh yes, Master I'd like that very much."
I opened a bottle of champers and poured each of us a flute. I saw she drank thirstily from it, already hot from the cooking. Excellent, it would help her shed the last of her inhibitions, not that she had many left after her appearances in the club, but it always helps to do just that little bit more. I must say I was very pleasantly surprised by her cooking. The food was excellent, she had managed to roll the tiniest meatballs I'd ever seen and tasted. I couldn't fault her there, it was a good thing she had made the mistakes when she arrived. It took me a while to find an idea - maybe I could punish her for keeping the apron on while we ate. Halfway through the meal, I again looked sternly at her.
"Haven't you forgotten something slave?"
She looked at me with big fearful eyes, not knowing what I was hinting at.
"Please tell me Master so that I can correct it," she replied.
"What was the rule about clothing?"
"That I needed to be completely naked any time I was in a private residence."
"And are you naked?"
She looked at herself and suddenly realized she was still wearing her apron. "I'm so sorry Master I completely forgot to take it off when we started the meal and I was no longer preparing it." She jumped up and removed it in a flash.
"That's much better, but I will need to add to your punishment for breaking this rule."
"Yes, Master, " she said looking demurely into her plate while she continued eating.
When she finished her food, she waited until I had, then cleared the table and prepared the dessert. By the time we had finished the ice cream with the coffee liqueur and whipped cream, she was sufficiently cooled down on the inside to now cool her outside by making a snow angel outside in the garden. I didn't think it would feel as bad as the first time because between the two of us we had finished a bottle of champagne and one of Beaujolais Saint-Amour, plus a good shot of Hasselt coffee liqueur in the dessert.
She didn't protest when I led her back outside and made her lie down in the virgin snow in the garden and make a snow angel. It was divine, her naked body on the white snow with her arms and legs shifting the snow producing the angel image. She even seemed to enjoy herself as she kept on swiveling with her arms and legs, producing a tiny mountain of snow against her pussy and next to her naked body. When I had taken all the photos I had in mind, including a small video, I stuck out my hand to help her back to her feet. When I let go she put her arms high in the air, and danced around in the snow before turning a couple of cartwheels; she was stunning. When I led her back inside I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She responded likewise slipping her hot tongue deep into my mouth.
I took my shirt off quickly as I wanted to feel her ice-cold skin and tits against me and warm her up again. The French would refer to them as "seins de glace" or "Ice Breasts", but as it is pronounced the same way in French as "Ice Saints" or "Saints de Glace", it's probably best avoided. For those interested, these three Saints Days occur mid-May and traditionally you don't get frost after those dates so from then onwards you can put frost-sensitive seedlings and plants outside.
Anyway, for the moment, let's forget Saints and stick with "les seins". When I bent down to suck on her cold, rock-hard nipples it felt like licking an ice popsicle. When I put my hands on her butt it also felt ice cold. Moving my hand between her legs gave me a totally different feeling, there she was hot and wet, and I suspected not only from the melted snow.
Once I had tasted her tits, I also wanted to taste her pussy, so I dropped to my knees and attacked her snatch, licking and sucking on her pussy lips, and moving towards her pleasure bean which had never felt this cold to my tongue. It was like a frozen drop of water hiding under its protective hood, but I soon melted it, making her moan. While she remained standing with her legs slightly apart, I continued feverishly licking and sucking her cunt, seeking the entrance to her wet channel with my tongue. Maybe this was a good time to give her the first of the 5 promised orgasms during her 24-hour period as my slave.
She sure started giving all the signs of an approaching climax. She held my head against her mons wordlessly, urging me wordlessly on to eat her pussy out. Now sitting on the floor I had slid between her open legs with both my hands on her butt cheeks pushing her against my face. She opened her legs a bit more and I went searching with my fingers for her backdoor. Once I found it I tried to slip a finger in. At first, I met some resistance but with the help of the juices flowing from her pussy I managed to slide it inside of her to the first knuckle. Once the first part was in, the remainder of my finger found its way easily into her dark passage.
I could clearly feel that she was now on the brink of an orgasm when all of a sudden I had an idea. I had given myself a gift over the Christmas period, something I've always wanted to buy but never got around to it: a nicely padded massage table. What better way to inaugurate this new toy of mine, plus, what better punishment could I inflict on Lind than keeping her on edge and denying her a quick orgasm, so I pulled my finger out of her ass and stopped eating her pussy.
"Why did you stop? I am just on the verge of an orgasm," she said with a plaintive voice.
"You will only orgasm when I allow you to orgasm slave, and for the moment I prefer to keep you on edge."
"Oh no Master, please..."
"Shut up and come with me," I stood up, grabbed her leash, and led her to the spare bedroom where I had the massage table set up, "lie down on your back," I barked. Linda climbed onto the table and lay down her arms next to her body. While she was doing that I dropped my trousers and boxer shorts, I was now as naked as she was.
"Arms up, I want to see them tities of yours on full display!" which she immediately did. I took up a position just behind her head and began to tickle along the inside of her arms. Of course, she tried to pull away but I was prepared and grabbed her right wrist and cuffed it to the top of the table, the left one quickly followed. Now she couldn't bring her arms down anymore, giving me full unrestricted access to her naked upper body. She couldn't keep from laughing like crazy though and kept squirming quite a bit when I continued my trip toward her armpits and further down her ribcage.
