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#2 LOVE, LIFE AND BDSM: ICE PLAY

BDSM Ice play!I looked out of the car window, wondering if the rain was ever going to stop.  It had been like this for days, pouring down from the skies.  Although it was nothing new in Ireland, as a foreigner who had just moved here from Spain, it was quite hard getting used to.  I missed the sun and the sandy beaches, but not enough reason to return. The Irish lifestyle was just so chilled out; it made up for their horrendous summers.

Also, I found myself walking around pretty hot those days, regardless of the weather.  Jacub was the reason, a handsome Polish man who had seduced me in the gym just a few weeks back.  Although Jacub wasn’t the kind of man I would usually go for, we just hit it off.  We both loved training, shared the same humour, and could talk for hours.

“Now, this is where I live!”  Jacub said and pulled up his car outside an old-looking building.  “It is not much, but it is home.”

I smiled, not caring about what his house looked like.  I fell in lust with who he was, not with the materialistic things he might possess.   And him finally bringing me to his home meant so much to me.

We had known each other for two months, and during this time, he hadn’t invited me once to his home yet.  I praised myself lucky that this morning, I wore one of my best lingerie sets.

“Stay in the car until I open the front doors so you don’t get wet!” he instructed and paused for a second. With a cheeky smile, he then added, “You can get wet later, in different ways!”

I giggled and patiently waited for him until he had carried all the shopping bags that were in the boot inside.   Once he had that done, he came back out
and held the car door open for me.  He was drenched, but he didn’t seem to care.  Jacub was truly chivalrous.  Regardless of the weather or how full his hands were, opening the doors for me was a priority to him.

I climbed out of the vehicle and made a run for the doorway. As I stepped in, the coldness was overwhelming. Jacub shared the house with three others, and said none of them would ever close doors or windows.  Therefore, he gave up buying heating oil;
it was just a waste of money.

“Go upstairs, babes; it’s much warmer there!” Jacub told me as he followed me in.  “My room is the first one on the left.  I’ll be there in a moment.”

When I climbed up the stairs, a strong smell
of somebody cooking overpowered me.  Not particularly a nice smell; more of a burned and gone-off smell. I swiftly opened the door, as I held my breath.  Instantly, I felt the heat; his room was roasting compared to the rest of the house.  Delighted by this, I took off my jacket and sat down on the single bed that was pressed against the wall.

As I looked around, I realised how exceptionally tidy his room was.  Everything was neatly organised on shelves.  There were many boxes stored up high, but they all seemed labelled.

On a small nightstand stood two glasses and a bucket filled with ice.  In it, a bottle of champagne was cooling down.  Jacub had obviously prepared for my visit.

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The room was definitely not a queen’s suite, but I liked it − small and organised.  There was just one thing seemingly out of place − a large wooden chair in the middle of the room.   It just didn’t belong there.  His room was small already, and this chair occupied so much space. But I didn’t ponder about it too long, and just as I opened my handbag, in search of my phone, Jacub walked in.  He had already stripped off his drenched clothes and was wearing nothing more than a set of boxer shorts.

Somewhat mesmerised by his perfect six-pack abs, I was left speechless.  This was the first time I saw his upper torso, without any clothes on.  I knew he was fit, as the tight tops he would wear in the gym left little to the imagination.  But this perfectly rippled fit, I hadn’t imagined.  For a few seconds, I just sat there, staring at him.

“Take off your wet clothes!” he instructed suddenly, bursting my bubble of thoughts.

“My clothes are dry!” I jokingly protested.

“Do I have to tell you again?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

His words made me shiver.  Jacub was a true alpha; he liked to be in charge.  Telling me what to do made him hard.  Even now I could see the bulge in his boxers and the passion in his eyes.  This turned me on so much that instantly I did what I was instructed to do.

As I looked directly at him, I seductively stripped off one item at a time.  First, whilst sitting down, I took off my shoes and then my top without dropping eye contact once.  He smiled approvingly when he saw my bra, even more when I took off my trousers to reveal my matching underwear.  Then I got up from the bed, and stood right in front of him, smiling temptingly.

Jacub smiled back, then ran his fingers over my entire torso, which gave me goosebumps all over my skin.  “Everything off,” he said with a confident tone.

I shivered.  Everything about him was so incredibly irresistible − his smile, his body, his voice.  Feeling defenceless to his charms, I slowly unhooked my bra.  Jacub’s eyes were filled with desire, and when he saw my boobs, he looked at them like a hungry wolf.
He then filled a glass of champagne and passed it to me.

“Drink, you will need it,” he said with a sadistic smile.

I took a few sips, then put the glass down. I had only been with Jacub a few weeks, but we never had full-blown sex.  The farthest we went was in the front seat of the car, just a few days ago.   Out of nowhere, he had instructed me to suck his dick.  Just like that. No warning or warm-up.  And before he even gave me the time to answer, he had already whipped out his big, sturdy manhood.

In previous conversations, he had told me that he was dominant.  And that he could only be with a girl, if she had a submissive personality.  But what I didn’t realise was the extent of his dominance, or how much it would actually turn me on.

I doubted for a few seconds at first, but then lowered my lips onto him and firmly took him in my mouth. For the first few minutes, he let me set the rhythm, but then pressed my head the whole way down. I choked a couple of times, but once I became more relaxed, I managed to take him in fully.

The whole experience was rough, but amazing. It was something I had never done before − letting a man use me like that. Allowing him to just come in my mouth, and then instructing me to swallow it all.
But it felt so natural, and I had never been that turned on in my entire life.  And now that I already had a taste of it, I wanted more.

“Now take off your panties,” Jacub instructed and took the glass back out of my hands.

I smirked, feeling quite nervous, but did exactly what he asked me to.   This was the first time Jacub was going to see me completely naked.

“You are very sexy,” he said when I had undressed fully, his eyes focusing on my neatly shaved pussy.

I giggled in response, then picked up my glass and gulped it all down.  The alcohol went straight to my head; I hadn’t even had lunch yet.

Without saying a word, Jacub took the glass out of my hands and filled it up once again.  When he handed it back, I took just a sip, then looked at the bulge in his trousers.  It had certainly grown; he was ready for action.  Instinctively, I put down my glass and went to stroke his manhood.  But he wouldn’t allow me.  He just swiped it away and instructed me to get into the chair.

I looked at him a bit confused − why would I have to sit on the chair, if there was a comfy bed to sit on?  But not wanting to disagree, I lifted my butt from the bed to the chair.

Jacub laughed.  “Not like that, on your knees and the other way around!” I understood straight away the position he wanted me in.  So, I kneeled, facing the backrest.
With a piece of rope, he tied my hands together to the backrest of the chair.  That way, I was positioned with my butt sticking out, and my head hanging low.    He tied a blindfold around my eyes; everything went pitch-dark.

“Are you comfy?” he asked.  I nodded.  It was quite comfortable. The chair was padded, and the rope that was restraining me wasn’t hurting me.  But the hard spank he gave on my butt was.

“Answer me when I speak to you!” he said.

“I’m comfy!” I shouted. “Super comfy!”

He spanked me again.  “Good, so next time I ask you a question, you answer me straight away.”

I bit my lower lip in pain. “Yes, yes, I will! I’m sorry!”

“Tell me why you’re sorry!”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t speak!”

And, again, he slapped my butt.  This time even harder, on exactly the same place he spanked me before.

“You ought to say, ‘I’m sorry, Sir,’” he said.  “Now, you will call me Sir!”

With a soft voice, I stuttered, “I’m sorry, Sir!”  The words coming out of my mouth felt strange.  Calling him Sir was strange, but it felt strange in a positive way.  It was without a doubt something that turned me on, and I was intrigued for more.

“Good girl,” he replied as he gently stroked the spot he hit me.  “Your ass looks a bit red.  Is it sore?”

“It’s glowing, Sir,” I replied.

“I’ll take good care of that,” he said and ran an ice cube over my entire behind.

I moaned loudly; it felt so good, cooling down my glowing butt.  He ran it there for a while, then pushed it against my butt hole.  And it stayed there, getting cooler and cooler each second.  I shrieked in pain when it became too much, and when I did, he shoved it inside of me.

I once again screamed; there was a stinging pain at first, followed by a welcoming numbness.  And just when I thought nothing more would go in there, his dick followed.  Penetrating my cold ass, in and out.  Cool water was dripping out of my butt, down onto my pussy.  I groaned with pleasure; so did he.

For a few minutes, he fucked me.  Sometimes hard, sometimes just the tip.  But the longer he was fucking me, the louder he became.  The ice-cube had melted quite fast, and my butt had gone back to normal temperature.  I was ready to receive his sperm,
his magical juice that I was craving so badly. But, abruptly, he pulled out, and another cube got shoved in there.

“Wait here,” he said ironically, as if I had the option to move anywhere.

I could hear him enter his en-suite bathroom and, almost immediately, water started running.  I figured out he was cleansing himself.  This gave me some time to catch my breath and ground myself.

The ice cube felt so cold, but it being so tiny meant it melted down quickly too.  And by the time Jacub had re-entered, the sting of coldness had almost disappeared. Immediately, he stuck a few fingers in my butt.

“Very cold!” he said and moved to stand in front of me.

I exhaled loudly.  “Yes, Sir, it is!”

He took off my blindfold, then stuck his dick in my mouth.

“Look at me while you suck!” he said and held my head up high.

As much as I could, I looked his way up and eagerly pleased him, savouring his lingering taste.  The only thing on my mind was pleasuring and satisfying him.  After doing my mouth, he stuck another cube in my ass, then penetrated my pussy with his cock.
No lube was needed; I was so wet naturally.  At first, he went slowly in and out, but then the rhythm became faster.

With each push, more and more water dripped out of my butt, right onto my pussy.  I enjoyed every second and had faith that he knew exactly what he was doing.

After minutes passed, he pulled out and shoved him once again up my ass. I moaned with pleasure; the heat of his dick felt like such a relief, warming me up from the inside out.  He fucked me savagely, taking advantage of my vulnerability.  He did every hole of mine, swapping all the time.  The only brief break I would have, was when he was in the bathroom, cleansing himself.  I forgot how many cubes he shoved in my ass.  Even my pussy got a few in.  Water was flowing out of me, constantly dripping on the red carpet in the room.

My insides felt so cold.   I welcomed his warm dick every time he penetrated me, by crushing my muscles tightly around him.  Each time his cock began to cool too much, he would cleanse himself, then stick it into my warm mouth. In an instant, he would swell up again, standing rock hard, ready to continue with his vigorous fucking.

My body had accustomed perfectly to this position. I felt as if I was floating on an euphoric wave, in which my desire to be used by him was fully satisfied by his dominant cock.  I was very close to coming, if only I had one second of clitoral stimulation.  And with that thought, he pulled out his dick from my ass and stuck a vibrator between my legs.  He had it switched on, on the strongest setting.  Every inch of me was buzzing.

I curled my toes; my calves were cramping.  My breathing became heavier and heavier.  But each time I came close to orgasm, he removed the vibrator and stuck his dick inside of me.  Sometimes ass, sometimes pussy, sometimes mouth.   There wasn’t a particular order; he just did whatever felt right to him.  And I went with it.
My legs were shaking; I begged him to make me come.  But the more I begged him, the more he teased me.
He brought me to the edge each time, to then just disembark the very last second.

Occasionally, I could feel his tongue between my legs, going up and down, tasting my pussy and ass.  But he never stayed there for too long. His rock-hard dick wouldn’t let him; he needed continuous stimulation.

The mix between the vibrator, ice cubes and fucking each hole of mine repetitively had me in complete ecstasy.  And when he finally gave me the permission to come, he pulled out his dick and held the vibrator against my clit.  With a few fingers, he penetrated my pussy, and with the others my butt.   And, in no time, I came tremendously.  Never did I experience an orgasm like that.  As the water squirted out of me, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

But I couldn’t scream too much, as instantly, he shoved his dick in my mouth. I could taste the precum; I felt his veins throbbing. I expected him to come any time, and was prepared to swallow everything he would blast inside of me. But just as he came close, he pulled out and stuck it in my pussy.  He pounded me a few times, then his semen shot up inside of me.  I remained entirely still, to assure not a drip would be spilled.  He moaned loud; his orgasm was just as intense as mine.

Instantly, his cock became softer, but remained rigid enough to stay in my pussy.  When he did pull out, he left me there for another while, playing with his semen that had me filled up.  I quietly stayed on the chair, doubting whether to speak or not.

Only when he released me of my restraints, I had the breath to talk. But I couldn’t find the words to say.  Instead, I stood up and smiled at him.  He ran his fingers through my hair, then kissed me.

I kissed him right back and grinned.  “So, you like it rough,” I said.

With a firm fist, he pulled my hair back and looked straight into my eyes.

“This is nothing,” he whispered.  “This is just a warm-up.”

And, just like that, our BDSM relationship had started.  I understood there was still so much to explore, but with a Master like him, I was willing to discover everything that was put in front of me.

THE END.

 

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