My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met Laurie. Or Iguess you could say the night I "bought" Laurie. I had heard about theslave auctions at one of the famous S&M clubs in downtown New York City ona Friday night. I went there not knowing what to expect. There were anawful lot of weird characters there and I really felt out of place. Imean, a girl really shouldn't be in a place like that. The men made passesat me; the women looked at me like I was competition for them. There were three girls available for auction that night. After seeingthe first two, who looked like they had been worked over by a steam shovel,my anticipation dwindled. But when Laurie came up to the stage, my heartleaped out! There she was, the girl of my dreams--petite, blonde,blue-eyed, pug-nosed. Innately shy. Not a day over 20. She never raisedher head, not once, while the auctioneer rattled off the cadence of numbers. At $250 there were three bidders left. At $325 just two. I ended up buyingher for $400, only after convincing the auctioneer to raise her skirt up,showing us a dainty pair of white panties beneath her tan-colored pantyhose,and then to open her blouse half-way, exposing a lacy, white bra and whatappeared to be a pair of very well-formed breasts. She blushed profusely as she was led to me from the dais, her headstill lowered. I wondered what kind of girl would allow herself to be soldas a slave to a perfect stranger, to another girl. "I live in Jersey," Ihalf-whispered, my heart racing. "My car is outside." "You have to promise me one thing," she said in an obviously nervousmanner. "What's that?" "No marks. I don't want you to leave any marks. I don't mind goingwith you, and you can do whatever you want to, but I don't want marks." "All right. No marks," I said. "I want you to enjoy this evening asmuch as me." For the first time she looked at me. Our eyes met. "I'm Laurie." "And I'm Danielle," I said, holding out my right hand. She shook itand smiled, just slightly, the kind of smile one gives more out of fear thanof happiness. Our chauffeur-driven ride through the Lincoln Tunnel occurred in almosttotal silence. I wanted it that way, to heighten Laurie's obviousnervousness. She looked out of the window most of the time. I made somenotes in a note book along the way, reminders to myself of things I plannedto do in my one big night of fantasy fulfillment. When we arrived, I gave the butler the night off and escorted Laurieinto my house. She seemed quite impressed with the mansion that I hadinherited from my grandfather. She particularly liked the indoor swimmingpool. I offered her a drink and she accepted. We ended up on the livingroom sofa. "Well, I guess you know why you are here, Laurie," I said to the prettyblonde. She kept her head down, blushing once more. She shook her head in theaffirmative, biting her lower lip ever so slightly. She appeared to betrying to act like she wasn't as nervous as she really was. I could senseher uneasiness. "How long have you been into this sort of thing, Laurie?" She smiled again. "You are not going to believe this, Danielle, butonly for a few months. My ex-boyfriend really got me started. He wasdeeply into S&M and got me involved. At first I didn't like it, but aftera while it grew on me. When he got tired of me, he let a few of his friendsuse me. I got more and more into it." "Is this the first time you've been auctioned off?" "The second," she replied. "But last weekend was a bomb. The guywanted to mark me up. I think I escaped with my life. Please tell meyou're not like that." I smiled. "I'm not, Laurie. But I hope to get my $400 worth." For one of the first few times in the evening she looked at me again. "You will," she said softly. "I trust you." "Tell me some of the things you like, Laurie." She became pensive. Her mind seemed to be racing with thoughts of howto answer my question. She seemed to want to please me. It was obvious shehad been well trained by someone. "That's a difficult question. I guessit depends on the situation. I like to be ordered to do things. I'll doalmost anything you ask me to." "I can go for that. How about for starters raising your dress up a bitwhile you're sitting there so I can see a bit more of your legs. You havevery nice legs." She blushed slightly, but without hesitating, raised her hips a fewinches off the sofa and, placing the palms of her hands on the outside ofher dress to the side of her thighs, pulled the thin, dark blue cottonseveral inches higher. She was wearing see-through pantyhose which made herlegs look sleek and tanned. The hem of the dress stopped just a few inchesshort of the top of her thighs. Having raised the dress, she curled hershoeless feet under her behind and pointed her knees away from me. It was a nice, somewhat provocative leg show. "That's nice," I said. "You are very sexy, Laurie. Have you ever made it with another woman?" "Yes," she replied, "or I wouldn't be here now." "Tell me what else you like." "I, well, I guess I like to be tied up and, ah, you know, whipped." She spoke hesitatingly, feeling me out, trying to determine what myintentions were for her. "Where do you like to be whipped?" She became pensive again. There was a long, pregnant pause. Finally,she replied, "Anywhere," biting her lower lip even harder. Her answer really piqued my interest. "Your ass?" "Yes." "Your breasts?" "Y-yes," she said, instinctively moving her right hand to just underleft tit, cupping it ever so slightly. The gesture inflamed me. I reallywanted to try this girl out. "How about your pussy, Laurie?" She turned her head away from me, as if she were afraid to answer. Shelooked so sweet, it was difficult to believe she was really into this life-style. "Laurie? Answer me. I have a pussy whip in my little collection. Does that turn you on." She looked at me for a brief second, then turned her head away. "Yes,"she blurted. "Even my pussy, if it's done right. Do I have to answer thesequestions? This is embarrassing." "I want to know how to please you, so I can please myself. I'll workwith you if you work with me. We're in this together, okay? What part ofyour body is the most sensitive to erotic stimuli?" Her head dropped completely. She stared at her lap. She paused fora moment, her lip quivering just slightly. "Do I have to tell you?" sheasked. "You must," I said in a more demanding tone than I had heretofore beenusing. "I, well, I guess it's my backside, you know...my anus. I can reallyget off if things are done to me there." "Like what?" I persisted. There was a another long pause. She was choosing her words carefully,still trying to analyze my desires. "I, I like to be taken there." Shepaused again, then blurted, "Especially when I'm tied up and can't move. And I guess I like to have things put inside my ass." She began fidgetingnervously with her fingers, afraid she had confided too much to me. Hervoice cracked when she spoke. I had located a nerve ending, and I decidedto explore it immediately. "I have a long, thin battery-operated dildo, Laurie. I'm going topenetrate your asshole with it later on this evening, and leave it insideyou for a long time. Maybe I'll whip your backside while it's in there! Do you think you'd like that?" Her face turned crimson. She shifted her legs. "I know I would likethat. I'd like that very much," she said so softly I could barely hear her. "I won't let you down. I promise not to hurt you beyond what you canendure, and I promise to leave no marks. I have only one rule--I insist oncomplete obedience. You are my slave for the rest of this evening. If aslave is disobedient, she gets punished. If she obeys, she is rewarded. Do you understand?" "Y-yes," she replied, barely above a whisper. "Then it's time to begin. Stand up, Laurie." As she moved her legs to stand, she opened them just enough to affordme a brief glimpse of the 'V' of her crotch, covered as it was by the darkercolored pantyhose tops above her thighs. She stood just a few feet in frontof me, head obediently lowered, eyes closed. Her dark blue skirt had fallenback into place. She wore a white cotton, short-sleeved blouse, unbuttonedat the neck. Her hands were at her sides, her fingers nervously fidgeting. "I wand to examine what I've bought. Every inch of it. Every part." "Yes, mistress." She did not raise her head or open her eyes. It was the first time she had called me "mistress". It sounded nice. "Come closer to me," I commanded. She took child-like steps on the softnessof the carpet beneath her stockinged feet. She stopped, her knees justinches from mine. "Laurie, I want you to kneel down and raise your hands over your headand hold them there until I tell you to lower them." Without hesitation shedid as I told her. By her actions, I knew she would make a good slave. Herhands were fists above her lowered head, her eyes still closed. I inchedforward from my seat and brought my fingers to her face. Gently, I massagedthe skin of her forehead and cheeks with the tips of my fingers for severalmoments. It was a technique I had read about--complete tenderness beforethe suffering. It served to raise the distinction in the recipient's mindbetween the two extremes of pain and pleasure. "You have a very pretty face," I whispered, then added, "And I hopethat blonde hair is natural." "It is," she said, her face flushing for the hundredth time thisevening. "I'll be finding out soon enough for myself, I said, bringing my fingertips down the sides of Laurie's bare neck and resting my palms on hershoulders. Ever so gently, I kneaded the area beneath my palms, then slowlylowered my hands toward her pouting, blouse-covered breasts. She hissedslightly as my hands moved over the mounds; I felt the fullness of hermammaries beneath the blouse and bra. Her tits did not feel large, but theywere not small by any means. I squeezed gently. She shuddered. Her mouthgaped open. The nipples began to enlarge beneath the thin cotton as I movedthe palms in a circular direction, teasing the turgid nubbins even more. "I like your breasts. They are firm. Just the right size." For goodmeasure, I gave them both a hard squeeze. She groaned, more out of surpriseand pleasure than pain. She seemed to consciously lean into me as I grabbedher there, pressing her upper body against my hands, as if she wanted me todo this to her. She was really into this pain stuff, I could tell. Sensingher needs, I squeezed much harder, causing her to throw her head backslightly and to moan softly. "Do you like it when I squeeze your tits real hard?" "Yes," she blurted. It was obvious she was being truthful. I took the opportunity to give her exactly what she wanted, contractingmy hands and fingers over her mounds, savoring her now incessant moans andgroans. Having had my temporary fill of her breasts, I moved my hands downher body, alongside her petite waist, finally letting them come to rest onher hips, just below the black leather belt she wore around her skirt.Noticing the belt for the first time, I decided that it could come into uselater. Quickly, I unbuckled it and pulled it out of the loops around herwaist. I said, "This may come in handy later," then placed the belt nextto me on the sofa. "That's why I wore it," she said timidly. Leaning forward as far as I could, I looked down at Laurie's kneelinglegs. They were close together. Too close. "Open your legs more, Laurie." Instantly, she stretched the material of her skirt with her opened legs. I leaned forward even more, putting my left hand behind her back forsupport, while I moved my right hand beneath the hem of her skirt, and thenupward, forcing the front of her skirt to rise in the crook of my arm as Iplanted my fingers in the crotch of her pantyhose. I could feel the warmthof her breath on the side of my neck. "OH!" she cried, bringing her thighs close together to capture my handbetween them as soon as she felt my hand reach the "V' of her hot crotch. Yes, the crotch was hot. Not warm. Hot! Moisture had already seeped fromher sex through her panties and hose. I pressed upward into the meatytissues, then urged my middle finger into the divide of the soft lips, justat the outside her vaginal entrance. She moaned passionately as I pressedinward with my finger, forcing her panty crotch slightly into her vagina. I grabbed a handful of her sex and squeezed it tightly with my hand,just hard enough for her to realize that the gentleness she had recentlyenjoyed was merely a brief respite, a turning point for what was to come. She shuddered, but otherwise accepted my first attempt at heavy-handednesswith hardly a flinch. I pulled my hand away from her burning crotch andmoved it out from under her skirt. She looked sexy beyond words, kneelingbefore me, hands raised, eyes lowered, face flushed, my own little slave forthe evening. "Do you think I am pretty, Laurie?" I asked, returning my hands to hershoulders. "Yes, very," she replied, raising her eyes and looking at me for thebriefest of moments before lowering her head once more. "Do you think you might learn to like my body? "Y-yes," she replied. I brought my index finger to her lower lip, drawing the lip down gentlyto reveal the whiteness of her lower teeth. "Would you like to look up myskirt?" She gulped. "Yes," she said, her eyes meeting mine once more. Therewas almost a pleading look in them. I sat back on the sofa, my head restingagainst the upper cushion. I kept my legs closed tightly, my bright redskirt at mid-thigh. Her eyes went straight to my knees. She gulped again. She wasn't expecting me to give her a little show. I opened my legs justa bit, wanting only to tease her. Her mouth opened slightly inanticipation. "Why don't you push my knees apart with your hands, Laurie," I saidwith a sexy, inviting smile. She leaned forward, placed her hands on mybare knees, then pushed gently. My legs parted, providing Laurie with awide open view of my crotch, covered only by a pair of silky white panties. I watched her stare intently between my opened legs. "Later, my dear, I will let you eat me. Do you give good head?" "The best," she said with a wry smile. It was the only time the entireevening she would try to come out of her shell. She was a strange woman,indeed. I wanted her badly. I let her look between my slightly parted legsfor a few moments. Her eyes remained glued on my crotch, fascinated by theview. I wanted to pull her head into me and let her suck me off, but therewere things I had to do to her first. Abruptly, I closed my legs. "All right, you've seen enough. Stand up!" I commanded. "Put yourhands back over your head." She arose from her kneeling position and stood, her eyes still rivetedto my now closed legs, her hands pointing toward the ceiling. "Turnaround!" I ordered, and slowly she turned to face away from me, theroundness of the cheeks of her ass was now evident beneath her tight skirt. This woman was wanton, wild, lustful. She would do anything I asked of her. All I had to do was ask. I brought my feet to the floor and reached out to grab a handful of herluscious globes beneath the skirt. The flesh was firm, only slightlyyielding to the touch. I kneaded the muscle for several moments, listeningto her soft sighs and moans. Her hips began to undulate slightly under myhands. I could smell her womanly odors emanating from beneath the dress. The smell was pungent. I could only guess that she was really flowingbetween her legs now. Reaching down, I grasped the hem of her skirt and began raising itupward, revealing the back of her sleek legs, tan-looking with the sveltehose. She wasn't wearing a slip. The skirt started to bunch at her waistas I pushed it higher, finally easing it over her lower buttocks. "You may lower your arms now, Laurie. Then bend over as far as youcan." As her body bent at the waist, I pushed the skirt all the way overthe curved cheeks of her ass. The view from behind her was fantastic! Thedarker upper portion of the pantyhose was almost completely opaque. I couldbarely discern a pair of white bikini-style panties beneath the material. Reaching to my side, I picked up the leather belt that I had recentlyremoved from Laurie's skirt. I doubled it in my hand, then held it over myshoulder. The target area was right in front of my eyes. She had no ideaof what I was about to do. Surprise, I had learned long ago, is animportant element in proper punishment. Without saying a word, I drove thebelt into her right ass cheek. There was a dull cracking sound of theleather striking against the thin mesh of the pantyhose, followed by a short"Yelp" from Laurie's lips as she fell forward slightly. "Does that feel good?" I husked. "Yes," she replied, moving her hips slightly from side to side, bracingherself for the next stroke. "Tell me you want some more," I said in a demanding voice. "I...I want some more," she cried. "Open your legs further so you have better balance. Grab your ankles." She did. I could see her looking back at me from between her legs. Herstraight blonde hair hung to the floor. Her eyes were slightly teary, herface was red as a beet. "Close your eyes," I commanded, not wanting her to know when the nextstroke was coming. I waited for a few precious moments, letting the tensionbuild up within her, before bringing the belt down on the left side of herass. She had braced herself well. All the stroke could evince from her wasa short "AH!" though her body did teeter a bit. I could see that this wastoo mild for her. Reaching under the bunched-up skirt, I grasped theelastic of the top of the pantyhose and pulled it downward, stretching itover the alabaster whiteness of her globes, slowly revealing the dividingcrack of the two half-moons. Slowly but surely the sheer whiteness of thebikini-styled panties she was wearing came into view as I lowered thepantyhose over the bottom of her gorgeous globes. The panties looked that they had been painted on her ass, so snugly did they fit against her buttocks. They appeared to have been made of rayonor satin. They were plain, without lace or other adornments, with areinforced crotch. I slapped her panty-covered ass, this time with the palmof my hand, just hard enough to make a loud crack. She gasped, then turnedher head around to stare at me. I liked the feisty look in her eyes, theyway her ass pouted outward, the sexy way the pantyhose bunched around herthighs, the tight fit of her silky panties on her ass. "More?" I asked. Her mouth, slightly opened, closed for a moment. She nodded at thesame time she whispered "Yes." She appeared pensive for a moment, thenblurted, "But do it without my panties." I smiled at her bold suggestion. "With my hand or the belt, Laurie?" "B-both, please. I've been a bad girl and I..." "Shhh," I interrupted, moving my hands to the top of the undies. "I'llpunish you real nice. I always punish bad girls quite nicely. Hold ontight!" She grasped her ankles with her hands hard enough to turn herknuckles white as she braced herself once more, stretching her legs apartas far as the pantyhose encircling her thighs would allow. Her ass was soft, smooth, and pliable beneath my knuckles as I easedthe panties over the pure, alabaster-white skin, slowly inching the wispymaterial over the remaining lower half of her gorgeous ass, exposing thelong, sexy crack that separated the split pumpkin. "Beautiful...Just beautiful," I sighed, taking in the lovely sight ofthe woman's completely naked ass. I figured it was as good a time as anyto examine her back there. Using only the thumbs of each hand, I pressedinto either side of the lower divide, forcing the flesh to part, revealingthe pink, round crinkly anus which was surrounded by tiny, light-coloredsepia. Still lower, I could see the beginning of her light-colored, almostblonde pussy hair poking out just above the crotch of her panties which hadjoined the pantyhose at mid-thigh. "So this is the part of your body that turns you on the most," I said,looking intently at the woman's completely exposed anus. There was no doubtin Laurie's mind what I was referring to. The cheeks of her ass were partedwide just where her thighs met her lower globes. She said nothing, lookingup at me from between her spread legs as she continued to be bent over. I continued to study the crinkly rosebud for several moments, sometimesmoving just the tip of my forefinger over it and listening to the soft sighseach little movement of my finger caused. She definitely was anal-erotic,and I knew I could get her off there in many different ways. Having explored this area to my heart's content, I pulled my hands awayfrom her. I looked down at her, fire in my eyes. "Say 'Now mistress,' Icommanded. "N-now, mistress," she nervously whispered, not having any idea whatshe was saying "now" to. "Close your eyes!" Hardly were they closed than I gave her rightbuttock a good, hard stinging slap with the palm of my right hand. Shewinced, and her mouth opened, but she remained silent despite the pain. Idid it again, quickly, three times in succession, each slap helping toredden the area beneath my palm. Still she said nothing, obviously havingbraced herself for the mild punishment. Her tenacity annoyed me. I picked up the belt next to me, doubled itover once more in my fist, and brought it down hard and firm right acrossthe crack of her ass. This time she yelped, falling forward slightly. "That's better, bitch," I said. "I want to hear it when it hurts! Silencetells me I'm not hurting you enough." I gave her another good, hard stroke,across her left globe, and she gave off with a nice, loud "AHH!" punctuatedby a quick gasp of breath. "It does hurt!" she cried. For the next ten minutes, I alternated between spanking her ass withthe palm of my hand and using the belt to my heart's content. I gave herlittle rest between strokes, only pausing from time to time to gently strokethe reddened, streaked skin with my fingertips. I particularly enjoyed theway her ass rippled whenever I used the palm of my hand on it. She seemedto be able to take all I could give her...and more. Her gasps and moanswere for my benefit only. I didn't seem to be hurting her much at all. Her buttocks were well-reddened after 15 minutes of my labors. Theknuckles of her hands, which continued their grip on her ankles, were whitefrom loss of blood, in stark contrast to her crimson face. She looked sosexy, bent over like that in front of me, the pretty light-colored curlsof her pussy peeking out from between the 'V' of her partially spread legs. The lovely, almost pink rosebud, round and crinkly, exposed completelyby her posture, filled me with wonder. She had already confessed her anal-eroticism and here it was--waiting invitingly to be exercised any way Iwanted. My choices were limited only by my imagination. "Stand back up, Laurie," I commanded. "Turn around and face me." Shedid, her skirt falling back into place to hide the lowered garments aroundher thighs. Her hands were clasped in front of her pubis, her head loweredsubmissively. Her chest heaved slightly as she took deep breaths, allowingher breasts to strain against the cotton blouse. "Remove your pantyhose and panties. You won't be needing them." Obediently, she moved her hands beneath her dark blue cotton skirt. Atonce, the already half-lowered material glided down her pale, white legs. Deftly, she slipped them off her feet, one by one, and kicked them to theside. I looked at my little slave, eyeing her from head to toe. "When youstand in front of me, at any time, you must open your legs and keep themopen unless I tell you differently. Your pussy and your ass must always becompletely accessible to me. Open your legs now!" She moved her legsapart, as best she could, stretching the skirt to its limit. Her pose wasall too inviting. I inched forward from my seat and watched my handdisappear beneath the skirt. As my hand moved upward, I felt the softnessof her inner thighs. The hairs of her pussy were unbelievably soft. I was quitesurprised at how wet she was there. She "Ahhhh'd" softly as I gentlyeased my middle finger into the center of her love nest. Her hipsundulated slightly as she worked her pussy invitingly over my hand. Theinsides of her vaginal walls were quite soft and completely soaked withthe copious flow of her juices. It was a veritable lake of juices. Iwithdrew my finger from her pussy and brought it to my nose. The smellof her sex was intoxicating. She looked down at me as I put theglistening finger in my mouth and sucked it voraciously. "You taste as good as you smell," I said. She smiled slightly. "My pussy is yours," she whispered. "Take off your skirt, Laurie," I commanded. Obediently, sheunbuttoned the skirt at the side of her waist. The soft, metallic soundof the zipper being was music to my ears. She pushed the material gentlyover her hips, then let it fall of its own accord down her legs where itfell silently, like a tissue, in a circle about her feet. She steppedout of the circle and kicked the skirt to the side. Reflexively, she criss-crossed her hands in front of her pubis,blocking my view. Her modesty amused me. Maybe it was part of her game. I decided to play along with her. "Are you shy, Laurie?" "Yes," she half-whispered. "We're both girls, you needn't be. Didn't I let you look between mylegs earlier?" Her face reddened, remembering. "But you were wearing panties. I'mnaked there now. And I hardly know you. I'm scared." "Move closer to me, Laurie." Like a scared bunny rabbit, she inched forward, her hands stillcovering her lower abdomen. "Such a pretty little girl," I whispered,placing my hands on her wrists. "Don't be scared." Gently, I urged thehands apart. She offered no resistance, parting her hands at my softinsistence. Her pussy was unbelievably beautiful. Why she didn't want to showoff something as soft and pretty as the blonde curls which adorned herpubis was beyond me. The triangle of hair was not thick at all; in fact,the slit dividing the folds of her pussy was quite evident through thecurls. My face was only inches away from the exquisite beauty of herfleece. Leaning forward, I moved my lips to pouting hairs, reveling intheir softness. The smell of her sex drove me wild. "You're beautiful," I softly whispered as my lips mouthed theirwords on the golden triangle. When I gently blew warm air into the hairsbeneath my lips, Laurie visibly shuddered as she pushed her lower abdomenagainst my mouth, pleading for more. I planted hundreds of tiny kissesall over her pubis, encouraged by her increasingly heavy breathing. Iwas careful, though, not to wander too far between her legs, now partedslightly, for fear of touching off something I didn't want to start quiteyet. She had to pay for her rewards first, and I didn't want to sparkthe flames of passion quite yet. Finally, I moved my head back, still staring at the splendid goldenfleece, unable to take my eyes from her. My hands, which had beenholding her hips for support, traveled to her backside, where I softlykneaded the firmness of her buttocks. My movements caused her to hissloudly between her teeth, in obvious enjoyment of my endeavors. "You really know how to turn me on," she said huskily, looking downat my dark hair. "I've only just begun," I whispered, moving my hands to her frontand grasping the lowest button of her blouse with excited fingers. "Youknow," I continued as I undid the first button, "I could really get intoyou, honey. I've never met anyone quite like you." The button snapped apart and I moved to the next one. "You arealmost too sexy, too perfect. I should have met you years ago." Shelooked down in silence, listening to my meandering, and watched thesecond button slip from its hole, opening beneath my fingers to exposeher belly button which, by leaning forward, I softly kissed, thentongued, pretending it to be a sexual opening. As I worked the tip of my tongue in a maddening circle around herbelly button, I worked the third button of her blouse loose. Moving myhead back, I looked up. The blouse was sufficiently opened to afford mea view of the lower cups of her lacy, delicately embroidered bra. Ineeded to see more. My fingers found the fourth button. "I should have made you takethis off for me, but I like doing it myself." I watched intently as thebutton snapped open, exposing more of her sexy, white bra. The bra cupswere even larger than I had imagined. She was now biting her lower lip,nervously, as she watched my fingers move to the fifth, and final,button. "You didn't need this blouse anyway. At least not for what we'regoing to be doing," I husked as I finished unbuttoning her blouse. "I feel a little more nervous now," she said softly as I arose frommy seat and stood in front of her, holding each half of the partedmaterial. "Not to worry," I said, "you'll enjoy what I have planned for you." With these words, I opened her blouse completely, pushing the garmentover her shoulders, letting it glide gently down her arms, then tossed itto the side. She stood before me now, naked save for her pretty bra. "You lookgood in sexy things," I whispered, my eyes fixed upon the embroideredflowers and lace of the obviously well-filled cups. Slowly, I moved myhands to the outside of her tits, then squeezed them both. As she took along, deep breath, savoring the feel of my gently kneading hands, I movedmy thumbs over the center of each cup and pressed in against the nowturgid nipples beneath. Laurie's body seemed to spasm to my touch. "My nipples areextremely sensitive," she said, her voice cracking in desire. "I can tell," I whispered, running my thumbs over the nipples for amoment longer. "Now let's see what they look like." Leaning into her, Iembraced the near naked girl. Our breasts met, pressing against eachother. Reaching around behind her, I grasped the center of the strapwith fumbling fingers. I must admit that even I was slightly nervousnow, anticipating her total, beautiful nakedness. Finally, the strap unhooked, but I continued to press my chest intoher, holding the front of the bra in place even as the shoulder strapsslid down her arms and she dutifully eased her arms free of them. Shepressed her whole body into mine, emphasizing her bony pubis by grindingit ever so slightly into mine. Even through my skirt, I could feel herpussy hairs. I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her. Leaning my head backslightly, our eyes met. There was a fire deep inside them that yearnedto be extinguished. I could read her hunger for sex like a book insideher mind. Her lips were slightly opened, as if she knew what I wasthinking. Her eyes closed just before mine, and our lips melded in afrenzy of unbridled passion. We embraced and kissed for such a long timethat I lost track of just how long. Without breaking our lustful embrace, I moved my right hand betweenus, to the center of her chest, and grasped the loosened bra. With onesmooth motion, I pulled it downward, removing the final vestige of herclothing. I then moved my hand to the middle of her back and pressed hereven harder into me, knowing she was now completely naked, crushing thebreasts I had still not seen into me. Our tongues moved in and out of each others mouths; our lips andteeth sucked and nibbled and bit and fought each other in an all out war. I don't remember ever having been this hot, this intense, this passionatein my entire life, and I've known hundreds of lovers, male and female. Each hot kiss seemed to inflame her even more, causing her abdomen togyrate into mine. She needed this as much as I did, and there was nopretense about it. When our kiss broke at last, I could feel beads of sweat on myforehead. I moved one step back from her, then opened my eyes to hertotal nakedness. Her full, coral nipple-tipped breasts, were out of thisworld! I loved the white, creamy-smooth texture of the skin, theirgentle sway, the soft contrast of stark whiteness with the pink, silverdollar-sized areolas surrounding the nipples, and even the nipplesthemselves which pointed firmly outward, as big as the size of the tip ofmy pinky. "Beautiful. Just beautiful," I whispered. I wanted to be naked,like her, to take her and make mad, frenzied love to her. But therewould be time for that later. I hadn't bought her at the auction just tomake love to her. "I want you to come with me, Laurie, to a special room." She smiled nervously, then said, "Now? Don't you want to make loveto me first?" "I'd love to, but I have to work you over first. Remember what youcame here for?" She lowered her head, partly out of her innate subservience, butmostly out of sorrow that I was not going to take her then and there andput out the fire inside her. I reached out and took her hand in mine,then led her down the hallway past my bedroom, to a locked door. Ipermitted no one to enter this room unless I was present, not even theservants. She stood next to me, her arms at her side, as I unlocked thedoor, opened it, then beckoned her in with a gesture of my hand. Shewalked past me, nervously, into the darkened room. Moving behind her, I followed, then closed the door behind us,leaving us in pitch blackness. The sound of the door locking in thestillness and silence of the darkness sent shivers down Laurie's spine. I slowly moved behind the naked girl, pressing my blouse-covered chestinto her back, then drew my hands inside her arms and around to herfront, where I reached up and cupped the grapefruit-sized tits in mypalms. Her body stiffened slightly to my touch, mostly out ofnervousness. Most of her passion seemed to have dissipated. I gentlysqueezed the yielding flesh in my hands. "I call this the Play Room, Laurie," I whispered into her ear as Icontinued to knead her breasts. "I hope you like it." I planted a softkiss on the nape of neck, brushing her long blonde hair to the side withmy cheek in order to do so. She shivered again. I squeezed her still turgid nipples between my thumb andforefingers, at first gently, but then slowly increased the pressureuntil the pleasure of the sensation on the sensitive nubbins was replacedby a little pain. She gave with a little "AH!", telling me she had feltthe first twinge of distress there. "These will be first, Laurie," Ihusked, pulling the nipples outward from her tits. To my surprise, she did not make a sound. I knew I had to behurting her. Instead, she only took in a long, deep breath, and bracedherself against the pain. It was obvious she had a higher threshold thanI would have imagined. Perhaps she would even enjoy a little nipple andbreast torture to start things off. It was time to show her the PlayRoom.

LAURIE

Chapter II

THE PLAY ROOM

I reached behind me and flicked on the light switch. Thefluorescent ceiling lights quickly bathed the room in a brilliant glow,temporarily blinding the both of us. As Laurie's eyes became accustomedto the light, they widened in disbelief. Before her was a room like noother she had even seen. Her eyes moved from side to side, taking in the various devices Ihad gathered or had especially made for me over the years--the X-frame onthe wall, the horizontal bars next to it, the kneeling cushions, theround center post, the doctor's examining table (its stirrups tauntinglyupright), the wall of whips, the ceiling pulley and chains. "What do you think?" I asked, still gripping her right nipple withmy fingers as I placed my left hand on her shoulder. "I...I've never seen anything like it! I'm scared." "I want you to be a little scared, Laurie. It will heighten yoursenses. But my promise remains--I will not mark you or hurt you beyondyour level of endurance. Trust me. Come here." I released my grip onher nipple and took her hand once more, then walked her to the woodencenter post, eyeing the ominous-looking straps hanging from it. "Turn around, Laurie, put your back against the post." She turned. I savored once more the beauty of her lithe, naked breasts, the firsttarget of my endeavors this evening. I reached to the side of the postand drew a three inch wide leather strap around her waist, then buckledit on the other side, pulling her back and ass tightly against the hardwood. "Just so you don't jump around too much when I work you over alittle. First I am going to have some fun with those gorgeous tits ofyours, then I am going to give you a complete examination over there onthe examining table. I think you'll enjoy that! Don't go away." Iwalked behind her to the wall of whips and retrieved a long, thin ridingcrop with a slightly more thick triangular tip, ideal for stingingsensitive nipples, and a pussy whip. I had found the pussy whip, withits six eight-inch leather thongs, tightly braided for added pain, to beperfect for use on breasts as well as pussies. Holding the crop and whip in my hands, I moved to the front ofLaurie once more. Her eyes widened when she saw the devices in my hands. I smiled, sensing the fear in her eyes. I put the handle of the pussywhip into the waist band of my skirt, letting the dark brown tentacleshang ominously over the waist band, in plain sight. "We are going to play a little game, Laurie. A little test of yourthreshold of pain. The better you are at playing the game, the less painyou receive. If you don't do well, of course, you....ah....you lose. You won't like what happens when you lose. Clasp your hands behind yourhead." The frightened girl moved her hands in back of her head, claspingthem. I made her hold her elbows well back, making her more than amplebreasts jut out smartly....invitingly. I moved closer to her. "Allright, Laurie, we are ready to begin. I am going to use the riding cropon your tits, but only the tip of it. If you cry out in pain, you getone swat with the full length of the crop somewhere on your body. I amgoing to give you six licks, three on each nipple. Are you ready?" She nodded her head affirmatively, her eyes meeting mine once morein a plea for mercy. I maintained my steel composure and bade her toclose her eyes. I didn't want her knowing when then licks would come. She kept her head held high, her elbows well back. Holding the crop inmy right hand, the tip about six inches above her left breast, I movedthe palm of my left hand over the defenseless nubbin, feeling thehardened flesh dig into my hand. Laurie moaned at the touch, surprisedthat the first sensation she was feeling there was one of pleasure, notthe pain she had been bracing herself for. "My what big nipples we have for a rather tiny girl!" I exclaimed ina mild-mannered, almost soothing voice, belying my true intent. Shemoaned again as I brought the tips of my fingers to her right nipple,leaving the left one unprotected, where, unbeknownst to her, the ridingcrop loomed ominously above. She moaned and "Ahh'd" for several moments as my fingers played asymphony on right nipple, exciting it to the maximum of its sensitivity. Just as I lulled her into a state of tranquillity, without warning Iflicked the tip of the riding crop smartly just above her left nipple,cracking the hardness of the leather against the softness of the delicatetissues. "OH! AHHHH!" she cried out, more out of being startled thansuffering pain, her eyes opening wide, as if in amazement. "My-oh-my," I said in a tone of admonishment, "we've lost on thevery first round. That wasn't exactly the kind of silence I had hopedfor. I believe that calls for a penalty shot!" "NO!" she cried again as she watched me raise the length of the cropand bring it down with an even louder crack across the front of herthighs, causing her to scream out once more, this time more from pain. "You'll have to do better than that, young lady, or you'll end upwith twelve nasty strokes instead of six." "My nipples are so sensitive...." she began to say in a whimpering,half-pleading voice. "Then you'll have to bear up all the more," I interrupted. "Closeyour eyes again. If you peek, I'll have to blindfold you." Shifting my body just slightly to the left, to better my positionfor the next blow, I cupped the front of her right breast gently in thecradle of my fingers, lifting the gland and its unprotected, coral-colored, turgid nipple upward, where it became a perfect, albeitunwanted target of my stinging crop. Laurie's mouth was slightly agape; her brow was furrowed in fear. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her breathing was heavier thanbefore. I let her wait, agonizingly, knowing the crop was inches away. To her surprise, I eased the thick tip of the crop over the soon to beswollen nubbin and played with the pliant tissue, moving the nipple backand forth with the triangular tip, teasing it back to excitement. Then,in a sudden, unexpected movement, I raised the thick piece of leather upand smashed it firmly right over the top of the sensitive tissue. This time she was prepared. Despite the maddening sting, Lauriemerely drew in her breath, sharply, and bit her lower lip, as her headcocked back and to the side. "Very good," I whispered in a complimentaryfashion. "Not even a peep." "It still hurts like crazy," she cried, dutifully keeping her handsclasped behind her head. I looked down at her pretty patch of blonde pubic curls, beneathwhich, across the top of each thigh, was a telltale reddened stripe, theburning result of my first, and so far only "penalty shot." The leatherbelt around her waist held her firmly in place. Her legs were slightlyparted, her cuntal hairs peeking prominently from between her legs. Fora brief second, the thought struck me that it was be nice to kneel downand service her pretty pussy with my tongue, but there would be plenty oftime for that later. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, quite sincerely. She opened her eyes and looked right into mine, her lips breakinginto the tiniest of smiles. "No," she said. "I think I can takewhatever you give me." "I think you could," I whispered, flicking the thick tip of the croponce more with a resounding crack across the front of right breast,catching the waiting nipple before it had time to fully recover from thefirst blow. "HRRRMPH!" was the only sound my little made, followed by a shortburst of breath through her nostrils. Her ability to withstand what musthave been very painful to her amazed me. I delivered the fourth, fifth and sixth strokes with a good deal ofsharpness, alternating between her swollen nipples. Even the finalstroke, which I purposely made the hardest, evoked only a series of deep,throaty moans, and deep gasps for breath, but she remained steadfast inher determination not to cry out. "Do you want to scream out when it hurts, Laurie?" "If you want me to," she replied, trying to catch her breath. I laughed. "No. Actually, I always gag the screamers. I prefer tobe able to talk with you while I put you through your paces. Come on, Iwant to check you out real good." I undid the belt around her waist andled Laurie over to the examination table. Without being asked, she quickly mounted the leather-covered tableand stretched out on her back. "Do you want my feet in those things?"she asked. "That's what they're there for," I replied. She smiled, seeming only too happy to lift her feet into position,having to slide her ass forward slightly on the table to accommodate themetal stirrups. I moved to her side and drew another belt over herwaist, tightening it fully, then moved to the head of the table andpulled her arms down to a point where I was able to affix leather cuffsto each wrist. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "you really want me to be restrained." "Don't want you jumping off the table," I said, feasting my eyes onthe length of her body and her svelte nakedness. Her spread legs, evenfrom my vantage point behind her head, seemed particularly inviting. I moved along the length of her naked body toward the foot of theexamining table, stopping at her right leg only long enough to draw acuff around her ankle and pull the attached chain tight enough to makemovement of the foot all but impossible. Without even gazing at thetreasures between her wide-opened legs, I did the same with her leftankle. Behind me was the flood lamp, still unlit, which rose well above myhead. Turning to face it, my back to the spread-eagled blonde, I pulledit to me on its wheels, then flicked the switch to turn it on, bathingLaurie's body from head to toe in bright, white light. When I turned atlast to feast my eyes between her legs, I saw her eyes squinting againstthe brightness of the lamp. Rather than fool with the dazzling light,she closed her eyes just as I drew my sights on her splayed pussy. I had seen many naked women in my life, but I don't recall everseeing as beautiful a vision as Laurie's completely exposed sex. Thebeautiful golden, honey-dewed curls seemed to have been painted there oneither side of her labia which gaped open like a pretty pink rose, thepetals invitingly parted, the center glistening with moisture. At thetop of her opened crack was her protruding clitoral nubbin, prominent,just waiting to be tongued or, should I desire, even cruelly whipped. "I feel like I'm at the doctor's office," she said, her eyes stillclosed by the strong light which shined down over the back of my head. "I may not be a doctor, Laurie, but I am going to give you anexamination like you've never had. My, what a beautiful pussy you have! Let's have a really good look at it!" I leaned forward and placed mythumbs at the inner edge of her outer labia, her pink gash alreadyvisible between the delicate folds. A slight pressure of my thumbs wasall that was needed to expose the entire pink, wet area surrounding hernow wide-open vaginal entrance. "OH!" she exclaimed, realizing I had just completely bared her mostprivate part. I studied the beautiful scene before me as if I were viewing, forthe first time, a gorgeous work of art, which indeed it was. I could seepart way into the juice-filled vagina, where several tiny masses ofpinkish-white, slightly rounded tissue seemed to come together in atightly knit circle. I moved the tips of my thumbs closer to the edge ofthe splayed sex and drew the vaginal door even wider, causing the roundedtissues to part. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding a littleconcerned. I smiled. "Relax. It's all part of the examination. I'm studyingyour hole. I can see all the way inside it, Laurie. It's so beautiful." "I've never felt so exposed before. AHHH! What's that?" "Shhh!" I said, moving my index finger into the pink opening. "It'sjust my finger. Don't say a word. Just let me explore a little bit." As she lay there, naked, obscenely exposed, breathing more heavily witheach moment, I probed her warm, moist opening to my heart's content. Somewhere amongst her moans and sighs I slid my middle finger alongsidemy index finger and continued the exploration. Her vaginal muscles were extremely tight. Sometimes, she contractedthem against my invading digits, as if she were attempting to squeezemore of me into her. "AHH! That's nice!" she exclaimed, letting out along breath to punctuate her arousal. Her hips began to undulateslightly, despite the restraint of the belt around her waist. She drewher breath in sharply and loudly as I plunged my fingers to the depths. The womanly odors emanating from the region served to intoxicate me,leaving me almost breathless. Soon I began to piston my fingers in and out of her hot hole,listening to the sweet slurping of the vaginal excretions inside her,while her moans and groans filled the air. "YES! I want to come! Please let me come!" she begged as my two fingers electrified her. "If you come, I have to punish you, Laurie," I explained, as if itwere a natural fact, without ceasing my finger-fucking. "I know," she sighed. "I don't care. Just do me. OH! That feelsso good! Yessssss! Yessssssss!" I leaned over more, so my face was flush with her splayed legs andtwat. There was a lake inside her now which oozed out of her opening andinto the lower crack of her ass. I pursed my lips and drew them over herburgeoning clitoris, then flicked at the nubbin several times with thetip of my tongue. My lips had not surrounded her clit for more than 30seconds when she screamed out, as if in pain, then came in torrent aftertorrent. The loud "AHHHH!" which escaped her mouth seemed to last foralmost a minute as her entire body spasmed and her vaginal musclesalternately squeezed and released their grip on the fingers inside her. When the long "AHHHH!" ceased, she began gasping for breath. I had neverseen a woman have a more intense orgasm. It was almost scary. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine." She let out a gushing breath. "Very fine." Another breath. She swallowed, but her mouth was almost dry. Shesighed. "Don't take your fingers out yet. Let me come down slowly." I left my two digits inside her, unmoving, for several moments, as Iwatched her continue to slide down from her erotic high. Once or twiceshe bit her lower lip as she tightened her vaginal grip on me, as if tosavor the feeling to the very end. Finally, when she seemed to haveregained a semblance of normalcy, I withdrew from her. My fingers,coated with her juices, glistened in the light of the overhead floodlamp. I brought them to my nose and basked in their sweet, cuntal smell. I looked into her slowly opening eyes and whispered, "Do you alwayshave such intense orgasms?" I brushed some hairs away from her engorgedclitoris with the tips of my fingers. "OH! I'm so sensitive there after I come!" she exclaimed, referringto my fingers near her love button. "Answer my question, Laurie." "Yes. Sometimes even harder than that. It doesn't take much. Sometimes I can come in less than a minute. It's like there's a clockticking inside me....you know, inside my pussy. I can feel it countingdown, and then, when the alarm goes off I can feel it throughout myentire body, like an electric shock that starts where your fingers were." "But you know you were bad. You may only come with my permission." She gulped, then nodded her head affirmatively. "I know. I must bepunished." The tone of her words led to believe that she was almostbegging for some kind of punishment--any kind. "I shan't disappoint you. Don't go away," I mocked, turning toleave the spread-eagled blonde wondering what I had in store for her. Iwent to the kitchen and opened the freezer door. Waiting for me, where Ileft them earlier, were the two plastic cylinders filled now with ice. One cylinder was long and thin, perfect for anal insertion; the other wasjust as long, but much more thick, ideal for vaginal delights. I returned to my little slave gingerly holding my toys. She lookedat them, immediately recognizing them as dildos, and, judging by theirwidely different shapes, correctly assumed that each of her holes weresoon to be filled by them. She had no idea of their ice-cold contents. I placed the cylinders on a table next to me, then opened a drawerbeneath them. From the drawer I removed a dildo gag, one of my favoriteremedies for incessant screaming that I knew would surely follow were shenot gagged. The dildo gag consisted of a wide band of rubber, affixed to whichwas a short but very thick pink-colored, cock-like plastic phallus. Shelooked at the device, wide-eyed, as I moved toward her head. "Open up,"I ordered. "Are you going to gag me?" she asked, somewhat surprised. "You'll be glad I did," I replied, "Now open up, we don't have allday!" I was somewhat impatient with my little victim, knowing that theice would soon begin melting in the cylinders and I wanted to save theirfull effect for inside her. She opened her mouth and I shoved the plastic dildo in, then drewthe rubberized portion over her cheeks toward the back of her head. Sheraised her head far enough to permit me to tie the piece in place withits leather-like thongs. She looked so sexy, lying there naked, opened,defenseless, and....waiting. I moved back between her spread legs, where the light brightlyilluminated her still gaping cunt. From a drawer at the foot of theexamining table I quickly located a tube of K-Y jelly. "I'm going tolubricate your asshole," I said, matter-of-factly, as I spread some ofthe clear gel on the tip of my middle finger, out of her range of sight. "Mmmmm," she moaned behind her gag. It was difficult to determineif her sound was one of joy or fear. It didn't matter. I move my fingerinto the lower crack of her ass and quickly located the anal orifice. She jumped slightly in her restraints and moaned once more as I spreadthe lubricant around her tight little button. "I hope this feels good," I said, quickly driving my well-lubricatedfinger into the tightly gripping aperture. She squeezed her sphincteraround the invading digit, either to drive it out or to heighten itsfeeling inside her. Whatever the case, I plunged the finger into herasshole as far as I could, then played a symphony of hard-driving rockmusic on the walls of her rectum as I maneuvered the fingertip rapidlyfrom side to side inside her. The effect was tremendous--she nearlyjumped out of her skin, moaning loudly beneath her dildo gag, strainingat her bonds and rattling the chains holding her in place. "I can see you like things in your ass, don't you Laurie?" I said asI began to piston my finger in and out of the tight opening. She answered with long, throaty moans. "Well, let's see how you like this," I said, withdrawing my gleamingfinger and picking up the long, thin, ice-filled cylinder from the table. Out of her line of sight, I held the cylinder between my thumb andforefinger as I spread her lower ass cheeks apart with the thumb andforefinger of my other hand. The view was perfect. Her well-lubricated,glistening asshole, round and puckered, looked as inviting to me ascaviar. I moved the tip of the cold cylinder to the tiny nubbin and touchedit, letting her get the first feeling that something unusual washappening down there. At first she did nothing, but when the firstsensation of cold hit her, she gave off with a loud "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"behind her gag and attempted to clinch her ass cheeks together. Iwithdrew the cylinder tip, letting the warm room air restore a littlefeeling to the anal entrance. I had been told by other young women who had first felt the shock ofnumbing cold, either where I had just touched Laurie or inside their sex,that the first real sensation was more of a burning feeling than thecoldness one might expect. One young lady actually thought I was usingsome kind of sharpened instrument inside her, so cutting was the firstrealization of pain. Unfortunately, Laurie was silenced by her gag, andneeded to remain that way for the time being, because I knew that once Iinserted the cylinders all the way into her rectum and vagina, herungagged screams would be rather unpleasant to hear. Her breathing was now much more labored, as she became somewhatfearful of what I was doing between her legs. "It's only an icecylinder, Laurie," I said in a reassuring voice. "Cold as hell, but itwon't hurt you." I moved the tip of the cylinder back to the target oncemore. Knowing the ice-ice-hardened cylinder would meet no resistancefrom the well-lubed opening, I pressed inward on the back of the tubejust slightly and watched as it glided easily through the sphincter andlodged just a half an inch or so inside her. This time I let the cylinder linger a bit longer, listening to hermoans get louder, before withdrawing it once more. I looked at her face,contorted in pain. Her head shook from side to side, as if she weresaying "NO! NO! NO!" 'Twas a pity she couldn't mouth her feelings. None-the-matter, itwas time to have some real fun. "Hope your ready for this one," I said,placing the cylinder tip once more at the entrance to her nether portal. "In we go....." The long, thin tube slowly became devoured by her rectal orifice. It slid into her effortlessly, seeking its own path in the dark and oncewarm recesses of her ass. The cylinder was about six inches long--when Ihad finished sliding it into her, less than half an inch stuck obscenelyout of her beleaguered opening. Her moaning and squirming now doubled in intensity as she fought toeject the cold tube from inside her. I knew her efforts would be futile,but watched with much interest at her machinations. This time I let thetube remain inside for more than half a minute as she literally rockedthe examining table with her tightly restrained body. I could almostsense her immediate, albeit temporary relief when I withdrew the cylinderfrom its cold sheath. "Ice is a great awakener of the sensitive tissues inside you," Iremarked, placing the anal cylinder down and picking up the second morethick, more cock-like ice tube. "Let's see what this one does." I looked down her widely gapingpussy. Her vaginal entrance, pink and moist, seemed just as inviting asher still clenching asshole. I decided on no preliminaries--a quick joltof chilling coldness inside her warm twat would serve notice that I meantbusiness. I didn't have to spread her open any further than she was. Her already lubricated receptacle accepted insertion of the full lengthof ice cylinder in an instant. Her deep, throaty moans told me how much her vagina detested thecylinder of ice inside her. She tried to buck like a wild bronco, butthe waist strap held her tightly down. I let the tube freeze her tissuesfor less than a minute, by the end of which she was literally andfiguratively beside herself. When I slowly withdrew it, her vaginalwalls continued to to feel the searing pain for many moments later. "Okay, Laurie, you are doing very well so far. Would you like toplay another game?" She looked at me, wide-eyed, pleading for no more of what I wasdoing to her. I knew it was a sham. She wanted all I had to offer her,and would beg for it if I didn't give it to her. "The game is this: I take the gag out of your mouth. Then I putthe cylinders into each of your openings. I know you can handle thatpart. The hard parts will be when I use a little pussy whip on theinsides of your thighs. Three lashes for each side. You win the game ifyou don't scream out once in pain. The game is over. I take out thecylinders and undo all your bonds and we'll go on with something else. If you cry out, however, after any of the six lashes, I get to give you aseventh stroke, as hard as I want, right on your lovely cunt. Are yougame?" Her eyes rolled back slightly into their sockets. She knew I wouldreally be testing her threshold. After several seconds of contemplation,she looked into my eyes and nodded affirmatively. I smiled back at her. "Brave girl," I said. "The insides of your thighs are quite vulnerableto pain." I moved from between her legs and strode past her naked body to thehead of the table. She lifted her head from the table as I undid thestraps to the dildo gag in back. I then lifted the saliva-laden dildoout of mouth, which remained slightly agape for a moment longer. "Wow, I can't tell you how much those ice cylinders hurt. I'venever felt anything like it!" I wiped some sweat from her brow with my fingertips. "I have lotsof new and interesting things for you tonight, Laurie. Just trust me. Iknow that's hard, but I think you can take just about anything I giveyou." Laurie smiled. "I...I came when you put that cold thing in mypussy," she husked, blushing slightly at her curious admission. I pursed my lips in wonderment. "Then wait until you've got one ineach opening and I'm whipping the inside of your legs. You should come ahundred times!" She gulped. "I just might," she whispered. As I moved toward her legs once more, I couldn't help but notice howturgid her coral-colored nipples had become. Their extremely hardenedstate gave me yet another idea. "Laurie," I said, brushing the rightnipple with my fingertips, teasing it into even greater erection, "I amgoing to add one more little obstacle for you in our game." I quicklyunloosed the bonds holding her wrists, then brought her hands to herchest. "Play with your nipples....make them really hard, Laurie. I'llbe right back." I returned to the freezer in the kitchen and retrieved two regularice cubes, holding them gingerly between my fingers as I strolled backinto the Play Room. As requested, Laurie, my little slave, was layingback quietly on the examining table pinching her thick nipples into aheightened state of complete erection. She ceased her movements entirelywhen she saw me standing next to her holding the two ice cubes. "Here, hold these for a minute," I said, handing her the cubes. "Wow, they're cold!" she exclaimed. "What are they for?" "Guess," I replied as I stared at her now bulging nipples and lickedmy upper lip with the tip of my tongue. "You're kidding! On my...." "Yes," I interrupted. "You are in for a rather exciting time. Don't hold the cubes over your nipples until tell you to. I want toinsert the two cylinders first. Are you ready?" She gulped again and nodded, opening her mouth just slightly. Itwas a nervous look on her pretty face. I moved between her spread legs. The bonds at her waist and anklesremained firmly in place. With my fingertips, I smoothed the delicateblonde curls away from Laurie's pink, gaping slit, then grasped thevaginal ice cylinder. The plastic tube was filled with watercondensation. It would slide in easily. "Remember....not one scream or I whip your pussy," I reminded her. Even before the tip of the cold cylinder touched her outer vaginaltissues, she gave out with a slight "Mmm" as she braced herself. Iwasted no time plunging the tube all the way into her pussy. She cockedher head slightly to the back and to the left, but otherwise remainedmotionless on the table. I picked up the still lubricated anal tube, likewise covered withcondensed water from the ice inside. "Now for your asshole," I said,stretching her anal region apart with the fingers of my free hand as Imoved the hard, cold head of the cylinder to the center of her puckered,almost pink anus. As she tossed her head slightly from side to side,feeling the first real effects of the vaginal dildo, I pressed the analcylinder against the circular opening. It went in, but not with the easeof the vaginal tube. Once through the sphincteral door, I pushed it into the hilt, leaving only half an inch sticking out of her anal orifice. "Okay--hold the ice cubes on your nipples. Hurry! I don't startwhipping you until you do." She moved the ice cold cubes over her own erect nipples. Her facecontorted in an obvious look of pain. Both dildos in her lower openingswere now fully effective. The ice on her nipples only heightened herpain. I lifted the pussy whip off the table next to me, then staredat the obscene sight between her splayed legs--the two cylinders pokingout of their respective holes. The delicate, ultra-sensitive insides ofher thighs were alabaster white. Unstriped, they seemed so innocent, sodefenseless. Without warning, I snapped the eight short strands of thepussy whip flat against the inside of her right thigh, only inches belowher pussy. As the crack of leather meeting flesh resounded in an echoaround the room, Laurie bucked her lower body against the restrainingwaist strap as best she could, and threw her head back, but did notscream. "Keep the ice tight against those nipples," I commanded, "or I'llstart all over again!" She swallowed, or at least attempted to swallow, but found herthroat parched dry. The insides of her legs were spasming now, partiallyfrom the pain, partially from their prolonged period of being stretchedopen. I acted quickly, delivering a wicked slash to the defenseless leftinner thigh, even as the right side began to blossom in delicate lines ofred whip marks, the kind that disappear in hours, but whose memory ofpain lasts forever. Despite the more severe stroke to the other thigh,Laurie only heaved against her bonds and breathed heavily. I looked up at her twisted face, her tightly shut eyes. Shecontinued to hold the two cubes against her swollen nipples. "Yourability to withstand pain surprises me," I husked, as I drove two quickslashes, in succession, once to each side, listening to the telltalecrack of leather against flesh, but missing the normal scream one mightexpect from such a blow. All Laurie did was give out with a deep, throaty moan, obviouslyfighting to hold back her scream. "Two more. Can you take it, Laurie?" She was fighting for breath now, almost unable to speak. "The icehurts worse than the whip," she blurted between breaths. "Oh, is it coldinside me!" "You're doing fine. Count the last two for me." THWAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!" the cruel leather bit into Laurie's flesh. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. ONE!" "And a nice hard one for good measure!" THWAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK! "TWO!" she shouted as loud as she could, allowing her count toreplace what might have been a scream. "OH! That one really hurt!" Herbreathing was more labored than before. I knew I had to stop before shefainted. "Don't move the ice cubes from you nipples yet," I said, my voicehusky and almost broken from the passion and eroticism I was feeling. Ipulled the anal and vaginal cylinders out of their respective openings,then moved from between Laurie's legs to stand at her side, where shestill held the ice cubes over her sensitive nipples. Bending slightly, I lifted her right hand up, away from her breast. The coral-colored nipple, encircled by a half-dollar sized, light-brownareola, was glistening with wetness from the ice cube. I moved my righthand over the top of her left one, holding that cube in place over herother nipple, as I bent over far enough to purse my mouth over the freenipple. Lowering my head, I sucked the still cold, wet nipple into mymouth, biting it lightly between my teeth. Laurie arched her naked breast toward my devouring mouth as I lavedthe nipple with my tongue and warmed it with my saliva. She moanedsoftly beneath the movements of my mouth over the front of her breast asI bathed the hard nipple and soft surrounding skin. "Yesssssss," shesighed, apparently oblivious to the ice cube which she held in place overher left nipple beneath my guiding hand. Having had my fill of the right nipple, I slid the tip of my tonguein a trail from her right breast, across the middle of her chest, to theunderside of her left breast, all wet and cold from the melting ice cubeon her nipple. I moved my tongue upward, located the ice cube, thensnaked my half-cold, half-warm tongue between the bottom of the cube andLaurie's nipple, licking each in turn. The effect was eclectic. Lauriescreamed out in passion. "Give me the ice cube, Laurie," I whispered. She released it to my waiting hand, as I brushed her hand away andquickly devoured her other nipple with my mouth and tongue. I worked atthe swollen nubbin for the better part of a minute, sucking it, lickingit, biting it, laving it into super-hard excitement. I then got smart. I lifted my head slightly from her left breastand brought the ice cube to my mouth, holding its stark hardness andcoldness against my tongue for a moment, then quickly dropped my coldtongue to Laurie's waiting nipple. She nearly jumped out of her bonds,so wild was the feeling of my cold, soft tongue against her sensitivetissues. I wet my tongue several more times on the ice, then descendedonce more on my defenseless prey, each time evoking the same wildsensations in her. By her heavy breathing, I knew she had come again. I didn't let up, even after she had come, keeping up the mild nippletorture until my tongue finally tired. Then, as I continued to suck thenubbin ever so softly, I moved the ice cube, now half its original size,down her naked body, over her abdomen, through the delicate down of herblonde curls, and rested it, finally, right over her distended clitoris. Her bottom rose up as best it could to greet the cold invader. I held itthere, as she writhed in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Feeling the ice cube melting beneath my fingers, I slid it slowly,at last, through her gaping slit, until it rested at the entrance to herhoneypot. "Not again!" she gasped as the cold cube touched the vaginaldoor. I raised my mouth from Laurie's nipple only long enough to say, "I'mafraid so," then dropped my head down to devour the tasty morsel oncemore. In an instant the ice cube was inside her, followed by several ofmy fingers. I shoved it well into her sex, then felt her lower bodyquiver as the ice entered her. Her moans were more of pleasure thanpain. Laurie admitted, much later that evening, that she had been on theverge of a third orgasm as the numbing shock of coldness filled herloins. But I was building her up for more pleasures, and she wascertainly ready.

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