Taken by Desire Part 2

Your ass. It’s still pulsing around something ice cold, with hard edges. Ice cold, and wet. Ice. It’s a shocking revelation, but there’s no mistaking it. She put ice into your ass. And as her wet hand begins to train up the other leg, you can feel her hand is wrapped around something. You shiver again, already cold, and already certain that she’s about to do it again.

You brace yourself, focused on the tray at your chest. Your mind races between the ice, and the stinging in your thigh. Forcing your back firmly against the mattress, you hold your breath. You can’t stop shaking, and you can feel the tray rocking gently back and forth.

Clenching your eyes tightly, you force yourself to remain still. Her hand slowly creeps closer, brushing once more against your balls. She pauses, and you wait with heavy anticipation for her fingers to move across your ass. Except, there is no warning. No slow circles, no soft probing. Only fast force; cold ice shoved hard and fast inside you.

Once more your body jerks out of control. The tray falls. You try to cry out. And this time, the whip doesn’t land on your thigh. With perfect control, and three swift motions, the burning is now square across your cock.

You scream in pain and writhe against your restraints. Tears slip from your eyes and a guttural moan seems to echo through the room for several minutes.

Ignoring your anguish, she replaces the try. When she leans in to whisper, you can almost hear her laughing. “I don’t like to repeat myself boy. Don’t... Move.”

Cold and helpless, you lay spread-eagle, completely at her mercy. Your body is shivering violently, unable to expel the frozen cubes. The tray rocks dangerously on your chest. You’re almost certainly that one small jerk, one wrong movement, will send it spilling again.

But she doesn’t seem to care.

You begin to replace fear with anger. She’s doing this on purpose! She’s punishing you for her own actions. You don’t deserve to be punished! You’re trying to keep still. It’s not fair!”

This time, you can hear her chuckle as both hands draw wet lines up the inside of your legs. You shake your head violently, but the movement only seems to agitate the already unsteady tray. Biting down on the ball, you begin to curse at her. Mumbles and spittle that only feed her laughter.

She reaches your groin and traces one ice cube around the tip of your cock. The other, she uses to draw circles around the entrance of your ass. The cold causes you to tighten. You can feel the hard edges of the cube. Using every ounce of will you can muster, you prepare yourself for its violation.

You can almost feel her grin as she shoves it in, but then she keeps pushing. Deeper and harder. What was already there is forced deeper still. You groan and writhe, almost forgetting yourself in the tormenting pleasure she’s forcing upon you. The tray tilts and slowly slips. Your body freezes and you try desperate to counter the movement, resulting in it crashing to the other side.

You desperately try to beg through the gag and as she removes her hands from you, your body tenses against the blows you know are coming.

Only, this time, you don’t feel the sting of her whip. Instead, she brushes aside the tray and straddles your chest. She aggressively thrusts the other piece of ice hard into your ass, causing pain to stab through you. Non too gentle, she takes your cock into her hand and tightly strokes it up and down. Squeezing mercilessly, up and down. You spasm with each stroke of her hand, as she drives you painfully to an erection.

As you grow stiff in her hand, she pulls your cock forcefully towards her, and keeps squeezing and stroking. You attempt begging for mercy, but she ignores the muffled noises and uses her free hand to slap your balls. Each downward motion grows harsher. Your cock softens, and she squeezes it more.

Slapping and stroking, setting your cock and balls ablaze, she punishes you further. Harder and faster, relentless in her cruelty, she begins to breath hard and fast. Each scream torn from you seems to drive her sadistic hunger. Every jerk, every tremble brings her thighs tighter around your midsection.

She begins to grind her own body in rhythm with her hand strokes, violently pulling towards herself, as if she were trying to pull more length out of your searing flesh. She begins to moan, and pauses only briefly to push her panties aside and press her wet skin against your stomach.

Even her agonizing abuse isn’t enough for you to ignore the fact that she’s getting off on all this. Her wet cunt is going to cum all over your stomach. And you can’t help but want her to! You want to feel her juices on you, and while realizing this, you also noticed that your cock is beginning to grow hard.

Ice forgotten, try dismissed…you gasp as she strokes again, pulling and jerking, thrusting her hips forward. Oh god, yes, you moan. You can feel how hot her pussy is. You can feel her legs starting to shake. “Yes, oh god yes,” you whisper against the gag.

She stops slapping your balls and leans backwards, supporting herself with her now free hand. Her grip lessens slightly, distracted by her own pleasure. She moans herself and shudders, pushing her cunt hard against your stomach.

She leans forward, using your body as her own personal toy and grinds into you. Refusing to let go of your cock, it’s forced down between your thighs, tight against your hot sack. Her full weight bares down on it as she thinks only of her own pleasure, her own orgasm.

You cry out, enwrapped in pain. You want it to stop. You want… Oh god you can’t help it. You want her to cum on you! Cock throbbing and aching, you lose control of your own senses. Ignoring the consequences, you begin to thrust up into her. Her moan encourages you as you push back against her, giving her sweet pussy some resistance, something to drive her over the edge.

She trembles and gasps for air, exhausted with the effort and begins to slow to a stop. Gently rocking back and forth, she rubs the warmth of her own cum into your skin. Leaning into you, she rests for a moment before abruptly getting off your and flicks your very hard cock with her fingers.

You wince as she does so, and it’s almost unbelievable how hard you are. Your own cock is soaked with pre-cum, and beneath the agonizing pain, is another kind of hot throbbing. A pulsing need. Oh god how you want to cum. And you want her to do it!

Your head reels and you try to shake off the thoughts, but they too are relentless. There’s no escape. She’s made you delirious with want, and now you want her to finish it.

Except, she lets go of your hard cock. She picked up the try, replaces it on your chest and moves away. When her hands return, once again they are cold and wet…

You groan and shiver. She can’t be serious!

She leans over you as her hands reach the top of your inner thighs. You can feel her breath on your cock, making it pulse with a life of it’s own. She nips the head with her teeth, making you gasp, then shoves a handful of ice into your ass.

A new kind of pain emerges. Cold and hard, cubes slide effortlessly deeper. You can feel each one shifting anew with each added cube. As they shift, the cold causes you to shiver, to tighten up. Your ass is so full of ice she has to push harder to get cubes in. How many does she have?

Too full. You can’t take anymore. She thrusts her finger in and wiggles it around. Discomfort and pain, mingled with a strange pleasure. Her hand pulls back. You hear strange noises between your legs and realize she has a bowl of ice placed there on the bed.

This time, as she shoves in an ice cube, she sucks the entire head of your cock into her mouth. It hurts so bad you want her to stop, but she keeps suckling. Soreness melts into pleasure. You thrust your hips towards her mouth, needing more.

The pain is ignored. All that matters is your deep need for release.

She bites down, giggles as you cry out and jerk. Except this time, you catch yourself before knocking the tray off your chest. She suckles some more, reaching to squeeze the balls you’re sure are bruised black and blue by now.

You gasp again and try to ignore the pain. She’s trying to make you lose control. She’s trying to make you knock the tray off again so she can punish you more. She’s trying but you’re not going to let her win. Not this time!

You brace yourself, taking deep breaths and focusing on just two things. Ignore the pain, and don’t let that try fall.

Each time you jerk, each time you feel it rock, you press yourself hard into the mattress. You bite down on the ball gag, and cry out into it, but you’re determined not to let her make that tray fall.

Minute after agonizing minute, bite after bite, torment by torment, you keep as still as you possibly can. Your cock is on fire, your ass is by now a frozen waste land, and you feel as if you’re going to burst open.

Every sense is in a state of confusion. Your body has grown overly sensitive to every touch, brush of breath, and sharp nip of her mouth. You can feel the room begin to spin. Then, as quickly as it began, she stops.

Breathing hard and shallow, you take the momentary pause to catch your breath and try to force your body to stop trembling. A cool wetness beneath your hips is almost irritating. Your pulsing arousal is now mixed with a throbbing ache. You’re not sure if you want her to stroke you, or cut it off.

And then she’s there, removing the tray and straddling your chest. She slowly removes the blindfold. Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches your eyes focus on first her face, then around the room where she’s been keeping you.

You notice that you’re not in the same motel room, but are too worn down to care. You look back at her, and half smile while taking her in. She’s very attractive, and surprisingly enough rather petite. Not what you expected at all by the way she’s handled you.

“Are you going to behave,” she inquires in an innocent manner.

You can’t help but laugh, and nod your head. She may sound sweet and innocent, but the lingering remnants of her treatment made a large contradiction.

“Good,” she chuckles and bounces off the bed. “I’m going to remove the gag too, but you’re not going to yell, are you now?” She moves to the side of the bed, and softly brushes her fingers across your forehead. “Cause, I’m sure your jaw is sore by now, and I’d hate to have to give you a bigger gag.”

Her voice, soft and melodic is laced with a sense of commanding authority. She expects to have it her way, and nothing less.

You nod your head, and as the ball comes out you can’t help but move your jaw back and forth, and open and closed a few times. “Thank you,” you nearly whisper.

“You’re welcome slave.”

Slave. The word caught you completely off guard. Your eyes dart to meet hers, in hopes she just taunting you. But crystal and clear, she meant what she said.

“I’m not a slave,” you rasp. Your throat is sore and raw, and you’re in desperate need of a drink. But you’re not about to let that get in your way.

She laughs at you, and walks around all three open sides of the bed, her hand tracing an outline of your body.

“Oh, but you are!” She coos, completely amused by the situation.

You open your mouth to protest, but she puts her fingers across your lips and gives you a warning glance, nodding to the ball gag.

“Now,” she begins in a more serious tone. “Here’s the deal. Your friends arranged for all of this.” Her hands swing around the room before resting on the bed beside you. Leaning forward, she whispers into your ear. “They know you want this. They know how miserable you’ve been, and they arranged for me… to have you.”

“No,” you shake your head, not quite believing what you’re hearing. “I don’t want…”

“Silence boy!” She interrupts you with a quick slap to your cock.

You cry out, and bite your lip against the pain. “You bitch!”

She walks back to the other side of the bed and quickly picks up the ball gag. Shaking your head frantically, eyes unable to stray from the gag, you clench your lips tightly shut and mumble nuh-uh… mmm-mmhm!

“I thought you said you weren’t going to yell,” she questions him, not really waiting for an answer. “You can’t deny you’ve enjoyed my using you.” Her eyes indicate the spot on your stomach where she had earlier cum all over you.

Your cheeks flush as you avert your eyes. Swallowing hard, you hope she doesn’t notice the way your cock responded to her reference. But, her chuckle tells you otherwise.

“You’re mine now,” she continues. “Just as Jeremy belong to Mistress Diedra, and Alan,” she pauses as sighs. “Dear sweet Alan, now there’s a good slave.” She smiles down at you affectionately. “Alan is Mistress Elaina’s property. Did you know?”

Speechless and unsure what to say, you shake your head no. None of this makes any sense. They’re your friends. They’re not slaves. They don’t belong to anyone! Hell, they aren’t even dating anyone! Except… You shake your head again. No. It’s not possible. The only time they don’t go straight home from work is when they’re going to visit their buddy Dom.

Dom. Dominatrix. Your lips part to speak, but against you’re not sure what to say. It has to be wrong. There’s just no way. Her laughter fills the room and she walks over to the far wall. She knocks on it, and it begins to slide away. No, not slide away. It’s being pulled away from the rest of the room, opening it to a large dungeon.

You can’t stop staring. People, dressed in every costume imaginable, are everywhere. In once corner, a woman cries out as she’s bent over a table and fucked from behind, her leash in the hands of a man standing next to her. In another area, someone in a hood is tied to a cross and being flogged. Most people are engaged in conversation, and others are enacting strange scenes out of what seems to be a porn flick.

And through it all, everyone seems to be happy. Smiles and laughter, moans mixed with cries and screams. It’s mesmerizing. Your eyes take it all in, forgetting the woman standing next to you. Forgetting… that you are bound naked to a bed, for all these people to see.

Until it happens. Your eyes meet those of your friends. Shock and embarrassment mingle with rage. They arranged for all this! They are the reason you’re tied down and in pain. They’re the reason your cock…

Your cock. Your naked cock. They both grin, as if they know what’s going through your head. Yes, you are bound naked to a bed for them to see.

They watch with amusement as the women who says she now owns you bends over and starts to suck on your cock. Her tongue twirling around the head, her hand stroking the full length of your growing hardness.

“No. Please,” You rasp. “I can’t…Don’t… Oh god,” you groan, eyes rolling back into your head. You need to cum. You want to cum! “Please, I need it,” you beg. Your hips thrust up towards her mouth, trying desperately to take more from her lips and fingers. “Please, let me cum,” your voice has become breathless.

Her warm breath dances across your skin as she chuckles with you against her tongue. She takes your cock fully into her mouth, then slowly pulls away, sucking hard against your skin.

“You’re mine,” she grins, dragging her fingers across your wet cock. “Say it slave.”

“I’m not…Oh god, Please!” You beg her. “Please let me fucking cum!”

“That’s no way to talk to your Mistress,” another woman’s voice chides. “She’s been good to you, after all. Taking you into her possession, willing to train you. You should respect her.”

The woman you’ve been with draws your attention back to her by dragging a whip across your chest. “Yes slave, you must learn your place.”

“No,” you shake your head frantically. “No, please don’t. I’ll be quiet! I won’t say a word!”

“Ah, but I want you to speak boy!” She laughs and allows the whip to uncoil. “And you, want to feel my lash.”

Before you have a chance to argue, she’s already releasing the whip to crash across your cock. You cried out and shake violently. Another strike, and suddenly you’re face is being straddled by the other woman.

She forces her cunt onto your mouth, muffling your screams. Her hands braced on your chest, she begins to grind into you. Sweet wetness touches your lips and draws your tongue towards it.

“You like to feel a cunt against you, don’t you slave?” Your new Mistress pauses her whip, and runs her fingers across your stomach where she had been sitting earlier. “Do you like this slave’s cunt, boy? Do you want more of it?”

Smothered in wetness and hot flesh, you’re helpless to resist. It’s true. You’ve always had a fetish for pussy. Any way you could get it. Even long after a woman’s desire had passed. Long past her endurance for sex. You had never had enough.

Your Mistress laughs again, and cracks her whip across your inner thigh. You gasp and groan, but soon you’re too engrossed in the girl sitting on your face to care. Let her whip you all she wants, as long as you can suck and nibble on her pussy.

Groans turn to moans, and it isn’t long before your cock is standing hard and erect. Even the occasional striking of the whip doesn’t interrupt the pulsing. Oh god how badly you want more!

You nuzzle harder into the girl, your mouth completely enveloped by her wet cunt. She squirms against you, leaning forward just a bit more, giving you all of herself. Her breathing quickens, and her moans become whimpers. She trembles with each lick.

Yes, you’re sure of it, she’s about to cum. And you want her to. You want her to cum into your mouth. You want to feel the warm sweetness drip down your tongue and into your throat. You press your face harder into her, thinking only of how much you want her to cum.

It takes your by surprise to hear her crying out. Not in ecstasy as she should be. But rather, for permission!

“Please Master,” she begs breathlessly. “Please, may I cum?”

A man’s voice somewhere unknown. “Beg for it slut!”

“Oh god, please Master! Please I can’t… I need,” she pants breathlessly. Her body trembles as she digs her nails into your chest. She groans in agony, her muscles strained with the effort.

You slow down your tongue, knowing she needs to prolong orgasm and receive a sharp stabbing pain on the inside of one of your thighs. You can’t be sure, but your Mistress is holding what feels like a sharp poker and dragging it towards… No. She wouldn’t put that in your ass! But her hands keep moving it closer.

“Don’t you dare back off of her slave,” she snaps at you. Sharp and hard, the strange object moves ever closer to your ass.

Scared that she might actually jab that in you, you quickly begin lapping at the girl’s pussy. She whimpers and cries out, clenching her nails into your chest once more. She’s on the edge, and her pleas for release seem to be falling on her Master’s deaf ear.

“Please Master,” she screams, gritting her teeth together. “Please let me cum! I’ll be a good girl, I swear I will!” Whimpers and cries part gasping breaths. “Please Master, I need it!”

Without warning, her body is racked with violent tremors and she moans and cries out. Her cum, hot and sweet, floods into your mouth. You’re helpless to resist and take it all in. She nearly collapses on your chest, panting and exhausted, but you refuse to stop eating at her. You haven’t been told it’s ok to stop, and you fear that poking rod you’d felt not long ago.

And as you lick and ravish the girl’s now tender and overly sensitive pussy, you feel more movement. This time, it’s your Mistress, hovering her own cunt over your hard and very aching cock.

“Do you want to cum slave?”

Mouth full of pussy, all you can do is try to nod your head.

“You’re mine,” she hisses, slamming her pussy hard down onto you. You groan and try to cry out, but it’s impossible. Once more, you’re completely helpless at her hands as she rides you hard.

All you can do is suck and swallow the cunt on your mouth, and thrust your hips up to meet your Mistress’ movements. If she told you to beg, you would. If she told you to say you were hers, you would. Nothing mattered, except a desperate need, and an excitement you didn’t know was possible.

Trembling from your own climax, you explode inside her pussy. The intensity drawing your teeth down onto the girl sitting on your mouth. You hear her cry out in pain, but somehow you know… it’s not different then when your cock was bitten earlier.

You feel your body shaking as your Mistress moves off you. The slave girl also moves away, and you watch her move towards an unknown man. He brushes her cheek softly, and she smiles up at him shyly. You’re not sure what he’s saying to her, but when she nuzzles her face against his chest, his hand reaching to stroke her hair, you can’t help but smile.

But for you, it’s not yet over as your new Mistress isn’t finished with you yet. She makes that perfectly clear when she straddles her own cunt over your mouth and commands you.

“Clean me out slave.”

“Oh god,” you moan, pressing your face against her. Delicious, sweet pussy, dripping down into your mouth. Except, it’s mixed with your own cum. Bitter and salty, but it doesn’t matter. At this point, you’ll do anything she wants you to, as long as you can have her cunt.

“Tomorrow night,” she croons, stroking your cock gently. “I’m going to strap you down and make you eat every pussy in the building. You’d like that, wouldn’t you slave?”

All you can do is nod your head, and moan against her. You didn’t think it was possible, but your cock was already growing hard again. Would it ever end? Would this woman ever stop using you?

You already knew the answer, and now understand why your friends are always so anxious to go visit this Dom they kept speaking of.