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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Anne's Fantasy: Ice (M/f D/s)
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ANNE'S FANTASY: ICE


	My master and I are sitting in the living room, watching
sports on television. I am naked, curled up next to him with
just my collar around my neck. His hand has been stroking me
absently for several hours, enjoying the touch of my skin as he
relaxes.

	Whatever are we going to do this evening? he asks me
during a commercial, and his eyes drink in the site of me, my
flushed face, taut nipples, and moist, bare pussy, turned on
from the extended fondling.

	Dinner and a movie? I suggest, secretly hoping he will
be in the mood for something a bit more erotic.

	Such a clich , he remarks sadly. All subs are sent to
the ladies room to remove their panties, and then felt up in the
restaurant or ordered to unbutton their dresses at the movies.
He sighs. We must aspire to originality!

	I smile.

	We end up in the kitchen, cooking dinner and eating
together. He cooks but first ties a see-through apron with very
long strings around my waist ( so as not to disturb the view, he
says). It takes a long time, mainly because he is constantly
rubbing me, fondling me, spilling wine on my breast and licking
it off, while I squeal and try to control my lust.

	We eat and talk for a while. He likes the apron a lot,
and he is constantly rearranging it, tying my breasts in bondage
while we eat, then later looping the strings around my elbows to
keep them pinned to my sides as he feeds me with his fingers,
loving the feel of my tongue against his skin.

	The dinner is spicy and the evening is hot, and I feel
sweat running down my back. I suggest that we move away from the
still-hot kitchen, but my master thinks longer as he fingers and
finally removes my apron. He picks me up and lies me down on top
of the apron on the island counter in the kitchen. He winds each
tie around each wrist, then bends my legs until my ankles reach
my buttocks and he ties each ankle to the wrist. I feel so open
and vulnerable, sweating on the hot table.

	My master pours more wine on my breasts, licking my
nipples slowly and savoring the taste of my skin with the wine.
I squirm, my movements severely restricted. He takes a long
dishtowel and binds it around my eyes, blindfolding me, and this
of course drives me wild, not being able to see or anticipate
his movements.

	Suddenly my skin shrieks as I feel something cold
stroking my leg. It s ice, I think, as the cool droplets of
water start running down my bent legs as it melts against my hot
skin. My master is trailing the ice cube over my legs, and I
hold my breath as he touches it against my inner thigh, much too
close to my pussy to keep me from squealing.

	He moves to my breast, circling it with the ice cube,
then he licks it with his warm tongue, as I moan. He slips the
ice cube between my breasts, and they heave, my nipples
quivering in delight. The cube is smaller now, melting against
my skin, and he slides it over my belly and slips it inside my
pussy as I buck and thrash, giggling and shrieking. He sucks it
out with his lips, though, and this quiets me until I moan with
desire.

	He steps away for a minute, and I can t tell where he
went. I hear the refrigerator open and he approaches again, with
what I think is another ice cube. Instead, I feel a mist of
chilled water settling on my steaming skin. It feels wonderful,
almost too much to bear while restrained, it feels so good I
want to touch myself as well.

	He continues to spray me; I feel my hair dripping and
rivulets of water running into my bellybutton. It s cold, so
cold, and my teeth are starting to chatter a little as the mist
totally cools my wet body. I feel my master s warm hands on my
neck, and he kisses me, his lovely, warm lips sucking against my
mouth, his tongue outlining my lips.

	He s got his hands in the oven mitts now, which were on
the hot stove, and he runs them over my body, drying and warming
it. I gasp with pleasure -- the heat feels so good against my
chilled skin -- until I feel his fingers and lips probing my
cunt. Please, please, suck it, I moan desperately, and he
obliges, softly licking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside
my pussy until I come.

	He unties me, and we fuck right there on the island
counter, laughing and kissing the rest of the night.

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