| Straight: BDSM: Kate (1/3) |
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Kate was intensely aware of her surroundings despite being blindfolded. Actually it was more than just a blindfold, if felt more like a hood of some sort that covered her head completely with openings only for her nostrils and her mouth. The mouth opening was of little use at the moment since between her perfect teeth was a rubber ball, secured in place by a silk scarf tied tightly around her head preventing her speaking or uttering anything other than grunts, groans, and similar primitive sounds. Kate’s hands were secured above her head by a set of handcuffs threaded through an iron ring secured to the wall behind the antique brass headboard. Her feet were spread wide apart and secured to the bed rails by soft, silk ropes. She was securely bound and utterly exposed as she listened to her lover move around the room. Her soft skin prickled with goose pimples from the combination of anticipation and the cool air that gently caressed her naked flesh. After some time Kate heard her captor approach the bed then stop. She tensed, straining to hear even a small clue as to what he was doing. As she held her breath, listening intently, she shrieked vainly into the rubber ball as she felt an icy stab on her breasts followed by another and yet another. Icy water was dripping from above, plashing onto the perfect globes of her feminine form. Some of the drops landed on her nipples, drawing them up into turgid buds like pink raisins. Still Kate could hear nothing, no clue even faint that would give away her tormentor’s intentions. The frigid shower continued until she felt the ice itself against her skin, circling her perfect orbs and then gliding along the flesh of her lower belly and across her mound, leaving a mass of wet curls behind as it tracked a reverse path up the other side of her body to the opposite breast. Kate moaned and attempted to twist away from the exquisite torment but her captor was relentless and merciless. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the frigid assault stopped. Again Kate listened for clues. She could hear her lover moving around the room and faint sounds of him preparing something for her but again she could not tell what it might be. Soon she heard him approach and sit on the bed beside her. His hands gently caressed her thighs and teased the crinkly hair, which was beginning to dry after the bout with the ice cube. Then he withdrew his hand and she could tell that he was doing something but she couldn’t tell what it was. In a moment she caught the faint fragrance of lavender. What was he up to now? She thought. Then she felt a cool but soothing sensation on her goose-bumped flesh, the sensation of a cream being applied to the skin of her pubic area and being worked into the soft, curly hair that was the only covering she had to guard her sex from his gaze. When she felt the cold steel blade against her flesh Kate understood what was happening. Quickly but skillfully he removed every vestige of hair from her mound and vaginal lips. After he finished he washed her, using a soft, wet, warm cloth to cleanse the area and leave her as bare as the day she was born. Kate felt profoundly naked as she imagined him standing, looking at her and planning his next assault. A long time passed and Kate |
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Wow Wolfie Dear, I never knew....
