"I have an idea," she said in a tone of voice only he would recognize, took her head off his strong chest and looked up at him.
"Oh, yeah?" He replied and smiled a big smile, waiting for her idea, certain it would intrigue him.
"Oh, yeah," she said in a low sexy voice as she stuck her tongue deep in his mouth and ran her hand across his inner thigh, stopping just short of his manhood.
"What do you have in mind?" He said trying to keep his cock from moving to her hand and trying to remain in control as his tongue played tag with hers.
"I want you to tie me up out there," she said as she pointed, sheepishly; out the window to her snow covered back 40. The snow piled up high outside her TV room windows as far as you could see, no houses, no roads, just a whole lot of snow. 'The Frozen Tundra" she always joked.
"I want you to make me snow bound," she said as she thrust her tongue deeper in his face.
His cock about jumped out of his pants at that as her taste buds rolled over his.
"She wants me to do what?" He thought to himself as he took a moment to process what she just said. Holy Shit! No Way! Fuck! Right on! He took a deep breath.
"I could do that for you on two conditions," he stated, suppressing the touchdown dance he wanted to do as he tried to act as if she just asked him to repaint her house.
"Conditions?" She said in disbelief. She thought that would be enough to turn him on.
"Yes!" He stated very vocally as he looked deep into her blue/green eyes that were suddenly filled with self-doubt. "Number One.......I will do what I want to you outside after I have you snow bound and Two, I will do what I please after I bring you inside," he stated in a non-negotiable manner.
She knew he would work hard to make her feel all of the things she needed to feel. The submission, the helplessness, the immense trust she was forced to have, the pain releasing all of her stress from "everyday life", the new sensations, like a woman...sexy. She felt a trickle leak out from her snatch and drip onto her panties just thinking about it.
"OK," she exclaimed and jumped onto his lap, excitedly straddling him as she looked him in the face.
His eyes lit up with a welcome evilness as he smiled a big mischievous grin. She wasn't sure what she had just agreed to. She almost felt like she had just sold her soul.
"Stand up and take off your jeans and top," he stated flatly, going in to Dom mode.
She eagerly pushed off him and stood up as she was told as she lowered her jeans, ever so slowly, over her hips and to the floor. He watched intently as she removed them from her ankles and off. She reached to her waist and brought her sweater over her head as her long brown hair fell back to her shoulders and over her tits. His cock twitched at the sight of her standing in front of him, in a lacey black bra and thong set, ready and more than eager to make her fantasy a reality, and to do anything he wanted in return.
"Stand there like that until I get back," he growled in his role as he disappeared upstairs.
Her heart raced as she fell into Sub mode. She waited for what seemed like forever, almost naked. She felt a slight tickle wash over her clit as she anticipated his torments.
Without warning or a sound to prepare her, he snuck up behind her and slid his big, strong hands under her bra to cup her full tits firmly. His calloused hands kneaded her soft mammary flesh hard. Pulling them away from her body, running his hands all over them and pinching her nipples tightly before pressing them back to her chest, all in a most uncomfortable way.
"ohh, yyyeeess, uuuummmm" she let out, startled and aroused by his roughness.
He undid the hook of her bra, removed it from her and let it fall to the floor in front of her.
"Put your hands behind your back," he said in a low husky voice.
Sweat beads started to form on her forehead as she complied. Her pulse quickened as she watched him in Dom mode. It turned her on so much to see him this way. He was so focused on what he was doing. So intent, so calm and in control.
"No going back now," she thought.
She relaxed as she felt him place the wrist cuffs on her. They felt so good to her. The soft lining of them was warm and fuzzy against her skin, but the firmness of the leather and the sound of metal clasp meant she was one step closer to being helplessly and totally his to do with what he wanted. They meant that he was going to Dom her good and give her everything she wanted and needed...and a few things she did not.
As soon as he had her cuffed, he pushed her forward forcing her to the couch. Her face hit the cushion and her knees hit the floor. He got on top of the back of her as he grabbed her long hair close to the scalp.
"You want me to take you outside, throw you in a snow bank and torment you until you can not stand it anymore? Until you scream in agony?" He growled as her cheek was smashed into the cushion and the weight of him on her back pressed her tits to the edge of the couch and made her knees rub hard against the carpet.
"yyyeeessss," she stuttered a bit taken aback by his tone and the severity of his words.
"Do You? Are you sure?" He said in her ear as his big two fingers shoved her thong aside, entered her wet pussy and wiggled around vigorously, as deep as he could get.
"Oh, mmmm. Uuunnnn, fuck yes," she groaned at the finger fucking she was getting.
He noticed the bliss on her face and knew she would cum soon if he did not stop. He withdrew his fingers and looked at them. They were glistening with her juices. He shoved them immediately down her throat, smearing her own cum on her lips as he did. She started to gag as he finger fucked her throat with his slime-covered digits. She sucked them as if she were sucking his cock, determined, hungry and sexy, but choked and wretched every time he tickled her gag reflex on purpose to watch her heave and gag as the black, smeared mascara tears rolled down her beautiful face.
Suddenly he took his left hand and ripped her lacey, black thong off her body.
"Unnnnn," she cried in full Sub mode. She loved his strength and manliness.
Suddenly he took his fingers out of her mouth and flipped her over so she was facing him, her back bent over the seat of the couch. Her big jugs jutting out at him. Her eyes wide with lust and need for his torments, waiting for the feelings he produced so well in her.
"Stay still," he barked as she flinched as he placed clothespins on her nipples and tit flesh, one by one. The bites of them sent her to a new place. Each time he placed one on her, she moaned and seemed to get calmer, enjoying it and almost begging for the next one. Her toes curled and her head dug back deep in the couch cushion as her rack was ornamented with the wooden chomping sticks. She closed her eyes and licked her lips as she fell deep into their scene.
She wanted more and he knew it. He could feel her pulse quicken and her breath get shallow. He had her just where he needed her.
"Stand up," he growled as he grabbed her biceps and pulled her to her feet.
Once she was steady on her feet he took a step back to take this sight in. She looked amazing. Her naked slender body adorned with half a bag of clothespins biting every inch of her now red and swollen tits, her hands securely bound behind her back, her long brown hair stringing very messy across her beautiful face that was pinked by the excitement, her eye-makeup running down her face, her full lips free of the pretty, yet slimy lipstick and gloss he despised. And she was all his for the taking. He could do anything to her he wanted and he knew it. He adjusted his hardening member and regrouped back to Dom mode.
"Out the door to your torments, Baby," he said as he led her out the door by her cuffed wrists to the back of her house.
He put his large hand firmly to the middle of her back and pushed her to the nearest snow bank.
"NNNNNGGGHHH," she let out as her face hit the cold snow and her pained tits did the same. The pins dug into her even further with the force of her slim body landing on top of them. She wanted to grab the girls in reflex to the imminent pain that was forced upon them, but her hands were bound behind her.
She felt him wrap a chain around each ankle, binding them tightly together, before she felt her legs rise behind her back and join her hands and felt the lock secure them together. SHE WAS HOG TIED IN THE SNOW!
He walked over to the house and picked several ice cicles from the overhang. She knew she was in trouble now and was just about to find out what cold was. Panic filled her and she tried to wriggle around to get free. Each movement proved very painful on her snowed under tits. The left side of her face was getting numb. The piercings in her tits made her nipples get cold from the inside out.
"AAAWWWW," she let out as he shoved the first frozen fuck stick deep in her pussy, and then two more next to the first.
Suddenly he kicked up snow to her upside down snatch and buried it in snow. Soon her pussy piercing was freezing her hood to the point of pain. The ice in her made it unbearable. She had never been that cold before. Almost every nerve in her body screamed and threw up the white flag of defeat.
"What the hell was I thinking," she thought to herself.
Her cheeks were rosy red from the cold and her nose was running. Her muscles were pulled tight from the binds and contracting from the cold. From the look on her face, he could tell she was in great discomfort. Her neck craned upward to get her face out of the snow, pushing her upper body deeper onto her painful, mangled breasts and the pins that made them feel like they were on fire. She had lost every sense of pleasure in her frozen box as the ice in it barely melted. Her skin was no longer smooth as silk. It was covered with large goose bumps and red blotches from the coldness.
She looked very beautiful to him at that moment. She was at his mercy, willing, uncomfortable, and shivering out of control. He had just created his very own Twisted Snow Angel!
