The cold air nipped at my skin as blasts of wind caused the snow to swirl around me. I found myself at the top of an isolated slope; the snow-covered trees were breathtaking. I shivered as I ran my hands up my body and over my breasts, my nipples already hardening in response to the brisk air. Why was I always naked?
I heard the sound of snow crunching softly underfoot, and I spun around in surprise. Standing in front of me was an almost fully naked Tamara. Her full breasts swayed softly as she moved, her nipples equally erect. Tamara's skin seemed extra white, her freckles standing out more than usual against the snow. Were it not for the freckles which covered her body, she might have blended perfectly into the landscape. Her curly, red pubic hair stood out against her pale skin like red paint on a white canvas. She wore fur-lined snow boots which came up to her mid-calf and around her neck hung a regal cape which clung to her body in the wind. And to complete her ensemble, a tiara was nestled atop her head. Had it not been for her being otherwise naked, she would have almost looked like royalty.
"Tamara," I asked as she approached, "What are you wearing?"
She quickly backhanded me. "You will not speak without permission," she said icily. Her eyes cut into me, and I found myself averting my gaze.
"I-I'm sorry, Tamara." I apologized instinctively.
She slapped me again, harder this time. "What did I just tell you?" She demanded. "And you're never to call me by my given name again. From now on, I'm to be addressed as 'Mistress.' Is that clear?" I kept silent, knowing punishment awaited if I spoke without her permission. She slapped me again, this time nearly knocking me to the ground. "Answer me when I ask you a question!" She demanded angrily. I was dumbfounded.
"Y-yes. It's clear." I cautiously responded. She lifted her hand to strike me again. "Mistress!" I added in a hurry. She lowered her hand.
"Good. Now, on your knees!" She barked. "Kneel before your queen."
I tried to resist, but my body moved as if it had a mind of its own. My knees pulled me to the ground, and I found myself staring directly between her legs.
"I bet you'd love to lick me, wouldn't you?" She loomed over me.
"Yes, Mistress." I found myself replying against my will.
"Well, you're in luck because I'd love to let you." She smiled.
I watched as my hands reached up to her hips and pulled her toward me. Despite my efforts to push the thoughts out of my head, all I could think about was sliding my fingers into her pubic hair and finding that hidden treasure. I felt a deep desire to push my face so deeply into her that her scent and her taste merged and became one. I was starting to get wet thinking about burying my tongue into her warm, wet folds and tasting her nectar. As my lips approached her body, I was abruptly struck down.
"I never gave you permission to touch my body!" Tamara chastised. I grimaced, expecting further punishment. "Besides, I said only that I'd love to feel your tongue, but I don't think you've earned that privilege yet."
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."
"As a punishment for being over-eager, I'm going to ride your face more literally today."
"Mistress?"
"Lie down." She commanded. Her very voice quelled my desire to tell her to go fuck herself. I felt intensely ashamed for my thoughts toward my goddess. I lay myself down on the ground knowing I deserved whatever punishment she gave me.
She was holding some sort of contraption now. Where did that come from? She slid some sort of metal-framed shoes on my feet, locking my feet together. The rest of the contraption slid up and locked above my knees. The device effectively locked my legs together and prevented me from bending my knees. She pulled a thin, but long, rope away. Each end was attached to an ankle, and it stretched to my neck. She tugged it, spinning me in the snow until my feet were pointing toward the steep slope.
"There," she grinned, "You'll make a very nice sled." She stepped over my head, and I found myself staring at her perfectly smooth, pale ass cheeks. I just couldn't get past how there were so many fewer freckles on her ass. I watched impatiently as she lowered herself. I couldn't wait for my face to be nestled into her perfect ass. It was where I belonged.
Somewhere in my mind, I wanted to throw my arms up and stop her, but instead, all I could do was lie there as she settled her weight onto my head. Her skin was icy cold. There wasn't any of the warmth I would have expected.
She pushed us both with her legs, and I felt gravity starting to take hold as we moved onto the slope. She lifted her legs and lay them across my body, every part of her skin was cold to the touch. Strangely enough, the snow itself wasn't that cold against my skin. As we picked up speed, she tugged on her reins to steer my body. Her cape fluttered in the wind, exposing her marvelous form.
The hill was very bumpy and, as a result, her ass bounced rapidly into my face. Occasionally, a big bump lifted her several inches into the air before landing heavily back on my head. I felt so disoriented, yet I still couldn't resist. Despite the discomfort and pain, I was still enjoying contributing to the enjoyment of my goddess. Maybe when we were done, she would let me lick her ass instead. I was starting to get turned on again.
We finally reached the bottom of the hill, and Tamara laughed in enjoyment. I expected her to sit up, but she didn't. She just kept laughing. I could feel myself fading due to the lack of oxygen, and I was loving every minute of it.
*****
I awoke to Tamara's ass hovering over my face. Definitely not something one wants to wake up to. I was momentarily confused, and then I remembered what had happened. Tamara had raped me. I doubted she saw it that way, but I certainly did. The rest of my memories were slowly coming back. After she'd used my face for her enjoyment, rather than leaving me to my humiliation, she'd taken the opportunity to pleasure herself another couple of times at my expense. My face was so drenched in her cum it was surreal.
Then I realized something else. I had woken up sexually aroused. Was that from my dream? The dream disgusted me now, but I remembered being so turned on in my dream. Even staring now at those inviting ass cheeks, I felt no sexual arousal, yet I couldn't shake the way I'd felt in my dream. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to think further on it just now.
"Tamara," I gasped. "Please... you've had your fun. Aren't three orgasms enough to satisfy you?"
"Four."
