With her top neatly folded, and her arms raised, hands clasped behind her neck, she waited. Her breasts, of course, were raised nicely in this position, nipples still hard and extended, even she thought she might be asking for the clamps. The thought made her smile, but she tried not to let it show.
Then, “Take off the skirt too,” he said, and she did, as quickly and gracefully as she was able, letting it slide off her hips and legs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it and quickly picked it up, folding it as carefully as she had the top.. He watched her, and she could feel his eyes on her. She trembled a bit, not sure what to expect next.
Placing the neatly folded skirt aside, she stood facing him, legs shoulder width apart, and placed her hands behind her neck. He smiled, nodded approvingly, and a little shiver of relief -and anticipation – ran through her.
He sipped the glass of Coke Zero resting on the end table beside him, and she felt butterflies in her belly, and her pussy clenched. She could not have told you if this was anxiety or excitement, but her pussy was wet and she wished he would touch her.
Instead, he took an ice cube out of the glass. She inhaled sharply, knowing what was about to happen. That made him chuckle.
“Come closer, girl,” he said, and she moved forward until she stood within easy reach. He shifted the ice cube from one hand to the other, remarking that it was awfully cold. She shook her head affectionately, bemused by this comment he always made right before he put the ice right on her ~~
~~ and then all thought was gone. Her mind was fully focused on the nipple, the right one this time, and the ice that he held there.
“Count,” he said. “Nice and slow. Just to five this time, but don’t rush or we’ll start over. Keep your arms nice and high, nipples nicely presented, don’t try to bend forward.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, biting her lower lip. “One.” In her head, she added, 2, 3, 4, 5,” which she knew would give her the right cadence. “Two.”
He was watching her, smiling. He didn’t just leave the cube in the same exact spot, he moved it slightly with each new number so he didn’t just numb the nipple. As the cube began to melt, he watched the cool rivulets of water run down her breast.
“Three,” and 2,3,4 she thought, breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth, struggling not to give in to the urge to pull away.
“Good girl,” he said, “Almost done. Keep going.”
A fierce pride and gratitude and longing for more ran through her, making her shudder, but not from the cold. She pulled her elbows back a bit further, thrusting her breasts a bit further forward, offering them freely. “Four,” she said.
Olivia 
She sounds like an amazing Submissive. I can feel the trust growing between them and, as a Dom, it would be hard to adequately express the rush of knowing she trusts him and truly desires to please him. There’s nothing better….nothing. I eagerly await what happens next.
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Oh, I had not thought about it from quite that perspective – of course, I tend to get caught up in her longing to please, but the strength of the building relationship does show up doesn’t it… Thank you for the feedback. I will definitely keep going!
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Wow Olivia, I imagine that ice cube won’t last long with all that sizzle lol.
Your writing is truly exquisite and tantalising. I always love how you describe the emotions, thoughts and eagerness to please. I also love a story where there is a connection and trust.
Looking forward to reading more:)
Hugs
Roz
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Yeah, I think that ice cube disappeared pretty quickly! Thank you so much for your feedback on my writing. I’m so glad you feel that way and it’s nice to hear.
That connection and trust is key, isn’t it? I can do a fantasy without it, but everything’s better when it’s there.
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Super sexy segment! XOXO
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Thank you!!! 💜
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As I said on Jon’s latest post, I hate, HATE ice. Lol. It does make for a sensual story, the image of the water running down her body ( that is actually what I hate most. Lol) however. I also mentioned that because I hate it, it’s a goto for B. Nipples being the place he ACTUALLY uses it the least.
For story telling purposes though I suppose the inner wrist, or beside the hip bone, achelies tendon, arch of the foot etc, are not so sensual. Lol!
I begrudgingly confess it does put me in a submissive mindset, once I get over the “urgh I hate this” mental portion. Lol
willie
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You make me smile, Willie. I saw your comment on Sir’s blog, so I’m not surprised to hear this. But – I’m noticing a pattern to your likes and dislikes, if I can say so. I may be wrong, but it seems like…
You’ll be reacting to some kind of kinky thing we do, and you’ll be all OH I don’t like that!! Noooo!
And then you’ll add, in bit smaller voice, “don’t like it at all… but it does make me feel very submissive…” Yep. I hear you.
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Oh absolutely. It’s a means to an end! I don’t like HOW I get there, but I do like arriving!
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Yeah, that makes sense.
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