Not making a sound I know I am in trouble. I hear You say, “You have two minutes, Meine Sklavin, to be in bed, naked, and kneeling in the center.”
Explaining to my girlfriend I have to go, I hang up immediately and step out of my pants and panties. I quickly gather them and head for the bedroom. I strip as I walk and pile my clothes in the hamper.
I kneel, naked, in the exact center of O/our king sized bed facing the wall. Although I knew I had two minutes to get into bed, I knew You would take Your time letting me wonder about my punishment and stew about not taking my panties off. I also knew there would be no talking, no explaining. It didn’t matter that You were home early, (You must have skipped Your meeting) all that mattered was that I had my panties on in the house.
You know Your slave well enough that You knew I was processing all this as You took Your time coming upstairs. But, You also knew You were missing out on watching me kneel in perfect nadu, with my thighs spread wide for Your enjoyment. You also know that it is too much to expect me to hold this position for too long.
A rustling sound indicates to me that You are in the bathroom. I remain silent. Out of the side of my vision I see You approach the bed and put things on the bed table. Your body sinks into the mattress. My focus is straight ahead. I feel Your hand caressing my body, eventually roaming over my nipples causing them to harden.
“Look at me Sklavin!”
My eyes seek out Yours.
“Tell your Master what you did wrong.”
“Deine geile Sklavin did not remove her panties as she entered the house, directly disobeying her Master’s house rule.”
Your finger pinches Your nipples somewhat hard making them perk up. You reach for the nipple clamps, which also serve more as jewelry putting them on. Your fingers lazily play with the dangled jewels as they caress Your breasts.
You move around to my side ordering me, “Place Your forehead on the bed!” I comply, knowing You will be checking Your cunt for moistness. I know I am wet enough to pass Your inspection and I smile into the bed as Your finger roughly is inserted testing the moisture. I can’t help but smile knowing by the way Your finger is playing with Your treasure that You have momentarily forgotten the purpose at hand.
Quickly You slap my slightly raised ass saying, “Stop smiling. Yes, You passed the moisture test, Meine geile Sklavin, but remember, W/we are here because you failed Me once today, so wipe off that smile.” I smile even more hoping You can’t see it and try hard to stop smiling, knowing You are pleased with Your treasure, as always.My hands were laying along side my face. "Sklavin, move your hands to the edge of the bed." You command. I comply immediately, moving my hands to the side of the bed. I feel you move and feel the silky rope tied to them, first the right and then the left. "Rise up to nadu!" You order. I rise up sitting my bottom onto my heels leaving my hands to my sides. Then, I feel You pulling on the rope, taking up the slack. I look to see You have used the hooks in the ceiling and I move my arms upwards as the rope pulls them extending them towards the ceiling. The rope stops as the slack is minimal, but enough for me to move slightly, but not enough for me to leave my nadu.
You move to look at me, knowing that time is important with my arms tied upwards. But, I never worry, as You are always considerate of the time and my body has never been pushed past what it is capable of giving its Master. Your hands move over my body tweeking Your nipples and eventually moving down to my spread thighs, and into Your treasure. You kiss me passionately as Your totally clothed body touches my totally naked body. I feel You undressing Yourself as Your lips move to capture Your nipples, nibbling on them, reminding my body they are Yours.
You quickly become naked and move to get a small vial on the table. You insert a q-tip into it wetting it totally, cap the vial and move back to me. I watch You not saying anything. You lay in front of me, one hand moves to lift the hood covering Your clit. You take the moist q-tip and rub it over Your clit. It feels kind of cool to me. Then, you move the q-tip to the lips around the hole of Your treasure. You casually swab around the whole area. By the time You are finished my eyes open wide as Your clit feels on fire. Soon, Your cunt follows suit. I had heard of clove oil, but You had never used it.
You know what is to follow. I know my reaction will be judged and further action or relief will be dependent on my reaction.
"Yes, Meine Sklavin. My treasure is now on fire, isn't it?" You ask. I nod yes, biting my lower lip but feeling the burning sensation grow in intensity.
Casually, You place the q-tip on the table as You watch my eyes. "With each passing moment it grows in intensity, doesn't it Meine Sklavin?"
"Yes, Master." I mutter. "You know Your pussy is now burning with intensity, Sir." I long to move. I long for relief. My heart pounds. I watch You move towards the table and see the baggie of crushed ice."Might My Sklavin want this?" You ask as You drag it over a nipple watching it tighten. "Yes, Master. This slave girl is sorry she disobeyed Your house rule and begs You to end her punishment,"
"Might there be anything else My slave might want?" You tease.
"Yes, Master. This slave girl........YOUR slave girl wishes to fuck Your cock, to please You in apology for her disobedience."
"But might that please you as well slave girl?" You ask knowing I need relief soon as You trail the ice over Your other nipple and down my body. You draw out the action, knowing by the way I grip my hands how intense the burning is.
"Your slave girl might receive pleasure, but she assures You that Your pleasure, Master is of utmost importance and please, Sir, if it pleases You to .........OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SIR YOUR TREASURE CAN"T TAKE ANYMORE!!!!!!!! PLEASE SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
My beg tells You it's time as You move the baggie to Your treasure knowing that the extreme coldness of the ice will be hardly noticed as the fire of the clove oil is equal in intensity.
"OHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I moan in relief. My body naturally arches upwards and You lie down on the bed and sneak Your legs through mine Your hard cock approaching Your treasure. You look up at me saying, "Lift yourself high."
I lift myself upwards as You hold the baggie to Your treasure and clit. You hold Your cock as You say, "Now lower My treasure onto My cock."
I obey You immediately feeling Your cock enter Your treasure. I lower Your firey slavecunt onto Your cock taking it in deeply.
My body takes in the mixed feelings of the fire of the clove oil and the coldness of the ice making the mixed feeling extremely intense and pleasurable at the same time.
The intensity reaches its height as Your treasure begins to ride Your cock. My hands grab the slack in the rope as my body instinctively rides Your body
.You place a small washcloth between Your skin and the baggie full of chipped ice. Your plan has worked beautifully. My body is driven to put out the fire caused by the clove oil. You lay there bucking Your cock driving it deeper into Your treasure. The fire, once located only in Your pussy, now has spread taking over my whole body. I fuck You faster and faster, incapable of thinking. I ride You like a wild woman possessed.
I rub Your clit against the ice trying to cool it down. I ride Your cock trying to douse the fire. Faster and faster I fuck You. Harder and harder I slam Your treasure over Your cock. Deeper and deeper You drive Your cock up into Your firey cunt."Komm Sklavin. Komm für Mich. Komm für dein Herrn!"
I begin to scream as the intensity takes over, my body fucks You faster than it ever has Your treasure slamming against Your body.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I scream as I begin to cum. Your seed rises from Your balls into Your cock and finally shoots into Your hot cunt.
"YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" You scream as You cum deeply into Your slavecunt, Your passion slave.
The intensity has died down, but the desire to rages through Your slave’s body. Your know I can not stay tied in that position anymore. Your untie the knots at my wrists and my body collapses naturally onto Your body. You are prepared for this and guide my collapse.
Your hands sneak around to cup my ass rubbing it as O/our breathing slowly returns to normal. I slowly kind of grind against You trying to douse the last of my desire. Your hand quickly slaps my ass. “You do NOT have permission to cum again!!!!!!!!!!!”“Do you think Your punishment has ended with cumming?” You rumble at me. “No Master. Your slave is sorry.” I say.
You roll me over onto my back, dislodging Your cock from Your treasure. The baggie of ice is now a baggie of melted ice. You prop open my legs with pillows exposing Your treasure as it still desires to cum. “You are to lie there, completely exposed to My viewing pleasure until I tire of it.” You explain. “The air will do My pussy good.” You explain as You reach for Your book to read as You glance casually at Your exposed cunt.
Somehow, I am sure, I will cum again, it’s just a matter of time…..I smile as I watch You read Your book, debating the value of panties………..*smiles*