Stretching Her Limits -- Abridged Version
Denial was more powerful than I imagined
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Age gap | Power Exchange (sensual BDSM)
All characters are 21 or older.
The plastic tray of ice cubes was now frozen, making it time to check on Mazie. My fingers were chilled as I opened the bedroom door and caught my breath, taking in the beauty of her arms stretched above her head.
“How are you?” I set the tray on her naked tummy and stroked her hair.
Her smile was fleeting and she tried squeezing her thighs together, but her ankles were as restrained as her wrists.
“Needing, Sir.”
“Needing?” I kissed her ever-so-lightly on the lips and felt my cock grow stiffly at her cute use of coded language.
Rules were rules.
Mazie knew she wasn’t to beg for me to pleasure her pussy in any way no matter the depth of her arousal. Denial wasn’t a punishment. It was a way to keep the erotic burn inside and let her see how it affected her behavior and our relationship.
I inspected the tightness of her arms and relaxed the restraints, ran a finger over her tits, again ever-so-lightly, and tantalized her along her tummy and barely touched her pussy.
“You’re wet.” I kept my tone detached and completely observational while she bit her lip.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why are you wet?” I ran fingers through her pussy hair that I told her to grow out and we would shave her when I felt the timing was right. I pulled on a few of the hairs and her squeal was sharp.
The question was difficult. Like a trap. Or a challenge seeing if she would beg me to fuck her or not. Would she break or could she hold herself together?
Mazie closed and opened her eyes and bit her lip before answering. “Thinking about you, Sir.”
“I see.”
I kept the ice cube tray on her tummy and wondered about asking another question like, “What were you thinking about me?”
But I knew that would be difficult and yet I wanted to see how she’d decide to answer.
I reached to a dresser drawer for a feather that was several inches long. I took the end and brushed it over the insides of her thighs and brought it to her pussy.
Every touch was purposefully designed to be light and to barely graze her flesh.
“Mmm.” Her utterance rose higher and more shrill when I touched the feather around her pussy and along the insides of her thighs. “Mmmmm.”
“Keep it inside, darling. Inside only.”
Her movements were delicate and yet her whimpers stayed inside her body with her darling tits and tight ass.
A depth of trust had developed during our relationship that now spanned several months. I knew her parents well, not actually her birth mother and father but another kindly couple who had known her in college at Watomah University. She needed a place to stay and they themselves had a wonderful history of kink.
They felt there wasn’t any reason I should be alone after my wife left me to take a job in Atlanta and decided to not come back.
Mazie was half my age and worked in marketing for a dental practice. I had a medical practice on the other side of town.
Our conversation, our kisses, and our hearts had such a connection that I told her I had fallen deeply in love with her and she agreed to move in with me and spoke with me about taking control of her entire being.
This wasn’t play.
Control over her life and the depths of her sexuality was a tremendous responsibility that I weighed carefully before taking it on.
“I love you.” I kissed her lips, set the feather aside, and studied her breathing and how she tried moving her thighs together. “Quiet, sweetheart. Stay still, darling.”
The ice cube tray was a wonderful invention and though it was so simple and taken for granted I had found a use for it that was teasing, tormenting, and tantalizing.
I bent the plastic and held the cubes so only one piece of ice fell onto her flesh and set the tray on the dresser. I held the cube over her tits but before touching asked another question. “How do you think this will feel?”
“Cold.”
During my dominance, I discovered that barely-there touches were often more powerful and impactful than rough and tumble spanks and touches. Gentle touched deeply and sparked desire.
Holding the ice cube between my fingers, I touched the tip of one nipple. Just the tip and pulled it away.
“Mmmm.” She rolled her head side to side.
“Quiet, darling. Show control.” I touched the ice to her other nipple and she bit her lip again and turned her head side to side. “You’re so cute.” I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You’re so cute. So. Fucking. Cute.”
Mazie was breathing heavily pulling at the restraints.
“Shh, sweetness. Calm, baby, calm.” I touched her forehead.
Her body shook and eyes watered. Tears were precious.
My body was throbbing. “You know I love you, right?”
She nodded.
Now it was time for another angle. I took an ice cube from the tray and I knew this would be far more impactful when she was fully shaved but decided to try. Spreading her pussy lips despite the bush was wonderful and I held the cube, lowered it, and moved it along her vaginal opening and pulled it out.
“Oh, fuck.” She yanked and pulled.
I slapped her pussy and gave a command. “Settle.”
Mazie was panting. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it just as badly. But I also knew that looking to me for her release was what she wanted and I would make the connection deep and binding.
“Settle, honey. Settle down.”
Mazie was breathing hard but her chest slowed and the movement of her breasts subsided. “Good girl. You’re so good. So obedient and that pleases me.” I kissed an earlobe and, once again, barely touched her nipple. “You like pleasing me, don’t you?”
Her voice was weak. “Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes and laid her head back like she had no choice but to surrender. A tear formed and I took a tissue and wiped it from her eye.
What she didn’t know and couldn’t tell, was the turmoil that I was in.
Extended, elongated foreplay is emotionally involved and as I kissed her on the forehead, took the ice tray, and walked to the door, it requires as much discipline or more for me as a Dom than it does for her as submissive.
“I’ll check back soon, sweetie.” I stepped out and closed the door.
Sexy Psyche has several sections.
This story felt like an erotic, hypnotic dream! G Charles, you really know how to play with a woman’s psyche and orgasm. The ice tray you use on sensitive parts of her body is brilliant!