Cum Rain or shine 3
Tastefully, she ran her chilling hands across the walls of my throbbing pussy. The metal dug deep into my starved, tender flesh. Biting like teeth. Demanding more pain, as her fingers slithered like a serpent; ravenous, unsatisfied, longing to please me with her torturous grasp on my body. 1
“Are you ready, you vile disobedient whore, she cried in an alarming, wicked voice. 2
Somewhat agitated, she moved towards the tap, her salacious fingers toying with the metal, tugging at the skin deeper.3
“ I asked you a question, from now On I want to hear your cries, I want to hear you begging me to keep fucking with your body. Do you hear me?”4
Nodding, I tried not to move, felling the first trickle of cold water, drip onto my tensed body.5
“Good girl,” she whispered, her lips dragging themselves across mine as she turned on the tap, and stepped backward. Watching the ice, freezing water shower me completely.6
The feeling was sharp. The pain almost ton intense to handle. The water seemed to cut through me like a haggard crystal, in an ice caped cave. It sunk deep into my skin, and chilled my bones to their very core. My blood rushed violently, trying to warm my body up, desperate for some sign of Saviour from the sickly feeling that ran throughout my body.7
“Oh FUCKING SWEET HELL,” I cried, holding my breath as the initial first touch of ice, scattered my hopes of being released with my steamy shower.8
I closed my eyes, Squinting; Holding them tightly shut. My lips felt like they were bleeding, my teeth gnawing in defense at the feelings of erotic sensitivity, and the anger and embarrassment that I felt being violated in every way she could possibly thing of.9
The water gushed, soaking my every inch of skin. Slipping into the crevice of my open pussy, slinking into my pussy hole like a sponge. Absorbing the water, yet making me feel like I needed to release something to with a terrible urgency. Yet I could not seem to bring myself to let it all gush out, I let the feeling ride me. I let it sink in that this was her way of punishing me for what I had done.10
“Now, I did ask you to take a nice warm shower and get clean for me. Not a steaming hot masturbation session whore. If I wanted you to toy with yourself, well I would of asked you to. Don't you know that it is my job to use you, to make you cum, or to not cum? Do you not pay attention to anything I say or do for you? I am the one in control here, I am the one with the upper hand.”11
Opening my mouth I remembered her words. She wanted me to respond. She knew that if I dared move an inch the pain would increase. There was some defining line between the pleasure and the pain. It was merged. Intently emerged, and there was not a word I could say that could comprehend the way I was feeling; or just how regretful I was for acting as foolish as I had.12
Yet, as she looked at me with silver eyes of steel. Her intent showing more so than ever before. I could not help but let my lips part, let the water drip, soaking my salty skin, and give a sharp cry of anguish as I lowered my head, nodding; Showing her I knew very well what she had meant, showing her I had paid attention. Just I craved so much more than her simplistic nature, I craved the most violent means of pain.13
Walking out of the shower, Her body slightly wet from the pray that had flickered her way. She reached down into a leather back behind the bathroom door, pulling out what looked to be a car battery charger, or something highly similar.14
“You wanted to cum sweetheart, you will cum, I will make you cum; But you will cum my way. Is that understood?” she asked, slipping back into the shower, her soft hand glazing across my drenched pussy.15
Turning the shower of, She let the final drops drip onto my head before picking up a towel to wipe my face. Dabbing it she smiled, for once in the night she smiled, a smile so sweet, so loving that I could almost forget about everything that had happened, and stare at her face for the rest of the night.16
She looked content, but not only content. She looked appreciative. I could not for the life of my figure out why. Did she really feel happy in control, or was there something much, much deeper than that. Something that went way beyond anything she could do to me.17
It was almost as if I could see sparks of unconditional love in her eyes. They heated my own, sparked something in my heart, and made me hold my breath. Taking in that she might just have more feelings for me than she would ever let on.18
My eyes stung with the bittersweet sensation of tears in my eyes. Heated tears that were ready to fall down my cheeks; had I not been so peculiar about not wanting my mistress to know exactly how much pain I was really in, then I might have been able to believe it. Maybe even question it.19
But it was what it was, this was her night, her night for domination. The power she so hungrily craved, and deserved. Once this night was over it would go back to being just her and I. If it was not for that belief I may have never forgiven her for what she was about to do to me. Something I could never see coming for a mile away.
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