The click and buzz were undeniable. Even blinded she recognized the sound of the toy in his hand. He stepped closer. It shocked her nipple, clamped in the grip of the contraption, its tip swollen and aching from the earlier slaps. The buzzing ran straight to her cunt, wetting itself even more, trickling down her thigh though he had hardly touched the private spot thus far. He spit upon the other barren nipple and then touched the toy to it, waves running through leaving her unable to do anything but recoil from the touch.

His hand slapped her lightly on her face. “Did I say you could move?”

“No, sir,” she replied, he cheek flushing with anger as much as from the slap itself.

He returned to vibrating her nipples, the unbearable tickle of it replacing the hurt and throb of the slaps. He then dipped down to gently roll his tongue over the nubs, flicking at the flesh between the wooden grips in which they were captured and pinched mercilessly.

“Sir? Can I please moan when you do that?” she stammered. “Please.”

The cat o’ nine tails lightly brushed her skin, her breasts, the tips of her clamped nipples. He brushed it against her pubis lightly and her belly. He slapped her lightly with the tails, across her breasts. She gasped. The gasp became a moan on the second, third and fourth swipes as he intensified each strike. The slaps echoed in the vast room, bouncing back on the walls with her gasps and cries. Her nipples felt on fire, clamped and slapped this way. The heat radiated outward and was matched by the heat building in her cunt. She throbbed and stung and ached and fell into the rhythm of his whipping her skin. Her slapped periodically at her tummy, and even at her pubis… Causing her little pussy to sting… Needles ran through her nerves after each strike to her cunt, the feeling of a limb that has gone to sleep. Her body tingled everywhere he struck. It ached and throbbed without end. Her pussy leaked down her thighs, a trickle of desire to her knees held together in the straps. He set aside the tails, she heard him lay it on a table and the tinkle of ice cubes told her what was next. Her flesh reacted just as he thought she would, growing hotter as the ice melted on her nipples and belly a rivulet running into her pussy. He took a new piece, a larger one and fucked her with it.

He leaned into her as he used the ice phallus on her, whispering into her ear, “Come for me now… Let it go, baby. Come for me now.” The power of the quick orgasm hit her hard, surprising her. Her walls convulsed around the shaft of ice, almost squeezing it out. He pressed it in, melting and dissolving quickly within her heat. As her shudder subsided for a moment, he kissed her nose, her cheeks and mouth. “My good girl.”

She felt him loosen the