100 Centimetres - Experience 20 - Sex Stories

100 Centimetres - Experience 20

... speed, you rip it away, sending a searing almost burning feeling across my flesh. A muffled moan escaped my parted lips, it somewhat hurt but at the same time, it was exhilarating. You placed the sticky strip again, this time, length wise across my stomach, flattening it until once again, tearing it from my bare flesh.

It made me sway on my feet, a delicate balance between pleasure and blissful pain. Once again, the sticky strip is placed, now under my right armpit. I stiffened a bit, wondering how much this was going to hurt when you ripped it off but you didn't tear it off. Instead, you placed a second strip on my left arm pit, smoothing it into place. I feel the warmth of your lips as they slowly kiss my cheeks, leaving my body mourning their departure when you move away.

I am not allowed much time with my thoughts before you the next element is put into play. A sharp flick snapped across my stomach, over the back of my legs, my arse cheeks, my back. It doesn't hurt as such but a collection of the flicks from the rubber band leave a combined smarting sting. I imagine my skin would really quite red where the band had struck. No sooner had the stinging flicks started, they stop. I hang there by my arms for some time, trying to catch my breath and adjust my tongue but failing.

Cold wetness touches my arsehole, your fingers massaging a type of lubricant before placing a finger inside. Feeling my hole stretch around your finger, adjusting to the invasion. Followed ...

... closer by the second one, slowly moving out and then back in. After a few moments of stretching, I gasp as you place something exceptionally cold at my hole. You leisurely place the freezing cold plug, millimetre by millimetre at a time before my sphincter closes greedily around the base of it. The plug now deep inside my arse, stretching it, filling it.

Something icy cold touches my nipples, causing me to arch my back. Oh it was delicious Master. Sending a chill through my body, causing me to involuntary shiver. You move the ice to my collar bone, up my neck, circling my cheeks before going to my bound breasts again. Making circles over my nipples, melting the icy liquid over them. Moaning through a clamped tongue isn't easy about how could I help it. The teasing is making me incredibly turned on. Wanted to rub my thighs together to ease some of the throbbing in my cunt. As always though, that wasn't going to happen.

And then I feel a hot liquid drip down my bound breasts, just a few teasing drops until it becomes a minor cascade, a stark contrast from the cool. It must be a candle I fathom, before the icy sensation is back. Hot, then cold, hot and cold again. Over and over again. My body starts to tremble, experiencing so many different levels of pain. Not being able to see, nor hear what may be happening next, or being able to speak. For one with an inquisitive, curious mind, it's certainly teaching me patience.

You use a paddle to spank my arse, three mild smacks, ...