Couple of Switches- Heads I Win

By Voyeur

August 2020

A Tale of 2 Outcomes – Heads

“See you later babe?” He leaned in to kiss his girlfriend, still tangled in bedsheets

“Wouldn’t miss it honey” she said sleepily, bringing him into an embrace, feeling his weight settle on top of her.

*CLANG* came from their crotches as his plastic cock cage met her steel chastity belt- wrapping themselves together for an intimate embrace, groins rubbing together- their hips instinctively but futilely rapping against each in desperate urge to mate.

Brad and Maria, you see were both switches, not just able to take pleasure in both submission and domination but fiercely desiring the alternating experience of Top and bottom. To keep their kink exciting and varied they’d come up with a weekly ritual. Monday through Wednesday they were like any other 30-some couple- working, seeing friends, snuggling to Netflix. On Thursday morning, they donned their chastity devices- a discrete cock cage for Brad, a slimline metal chastity belt for Maria and exchanged keys, each wearing the others key on a necklace to prevent cheating.

Thursday night was teasing night- hot and steamy make outs, playing and arousing each others bodies, nipples, necks and ears- edging a deep desire into their locked-away cock pressing against the cage, and helpless wet pussy, juices trickling through the metal belt that would not be satisfied that night. Eventually exhausted and aroused they would sleep fitfully. Friday morning always saw Brad wake first- his morning wood transformed into excruciating pain as his 8 inch hardening cock was confined to a 3 inch cage, the unstoppable force of his erection hitting the immovable plastic barrier, his engorgement causing the anchoring base ring to painfully pull his balls away from his body till pain caused him to shrink once more. Late-rising, red-haired Maria used to quite enjoy the grunts and curses he made, but now she preferred to fall back asleep, as she had done this morning. She liked to shower in her own time, fingers working as best as they could round the confines of her belt (but never able to quite touch her clit) and then send a topless selfie to Brad as he commuted into work- the sight of her slick and full breasts on his phone often provoking a grunt of involuntary pain to startle his fellow train commuters. He would then retaliate by texting back a filthy idea into her mind- the feel of his knuckle curling into g-spot perhaps and she would gush again and need to clean her arousal from her thigh once more.

No, the real anticipation was the Friday Night Coin Toss. Horny and aroused from 36 hours of joint chastity, the two switches were worked up and eager. Each Friday evening they rushed home and stood in the living room facing each other. Alternating each week, they would take a large commemorative silver coin and one would call “Heads I win” and flip it in the air- their eyes eagerly tracking each spin till it was caught in hand and revealed. Whoever won the toss would be the dominant for the weekend, the loser their sub. After one run of particularly sustained bad luck they’d agreed that should one of them lose for 3 weeks consecutively then on the 4th week they would automatically win, since they whole idea was to switch things up.

Tonight was blond haired Brad’s turn to call. Average looks and height, 32, but with a cocky smile stemming from an 8 inch dick and a lot of self confidence, he had charmed his way into a number of panties until he’d met Maria on Fetlife, drawn to each other by their relatively uncommon identity as switches. Maria was a little shorter than him, red-haired with a husky Russian accent to her English. Her generous and large nippled rosy breasts were her sexual weapons, though often hidden beneath scarf’s or baggy sweaters they were a secret treasure usually only shared with Brad. Escaping the craziness of Putin’s Russia she’d moved countries and started to explore her desires in the relatively more open West. Far from her family, and sometimes struggling to make friends, she’d been the first to suggest that they couple up and live together once their relationship seemed firm.

“Heads, I win.” he said, sending the coin spinning into the air.

Their eyes tracked it- eager, anxious. What would it come up as?

HEADS! 

Brad smiled. This weekend would be such fun!

Maria saw the result, and sank to her knees, her mind switching to a more submissive mode. Her pussy clenched in denial behind the steel chastity plate- she knew she was unlikely to receive an orgasm tonight.

He looked down into her green eyes- her ruby mouth half open already in submissive anticipation. She was so beautiful – and would look even better soon- naked, tormented and with those lips delightfully stretched around his large manhood. He always felt like the luckiest man in the world when her lips were around him. She impulsively kissed the zipper line of his his trousers, which promptly reminded him that he was still cock-caged.

“Strip for me- then release me with your key” he commanded.

Still kneeling, she first peeled off her top, stretching out and upwards as she pulled it over her head, arms extended. Still supported by her lacy Friday bra, her large breasts remained proud and lifted, the chain and key winking between them. Next came off the confining bra with a relieved sigh- boobs spreading out and settling down slightly her pink nipples hardening in the cool air as the warm fabric came off. She stretched again, as she tossed the bra behind her and caught his eye mischievously- his cock reacted to the sight of both her breasts and the key between them and pressed against the tight plastic again. She shimmied out of her skirt, revealing her own steel chastity belt and resumed kneeling before him, her eyes at belt level, silver key now in hand.

“May I- my Master?” she asked in that husky low voice

“You may, my slave” he replied. Deftly she caught his zipper between her lips and pulled it down with a smooth nodding motion. She needed her hands to undo the waistband clips and then free his cage.

There was the ever satisfying ‘Click’ and he was finally released. His cock first shrunk from the cool air, then stretched in pleasure. Once more she gave it an impulsive, submissive kiss with her red lips.

“Naughty…..” he growled and she gave him a brat-like grin. Oh, he’d soon stamp that out- this wouldn't be a Brat Weekend.

“Slave- Go fetch your collar, nipple clamps on a chain and the arm-binder” he barked, and watched her face blanch. Her bratdom would be short lived with those toys.

“Yes Master” - she raced off, tits swinging and was soon back, kneeling before him, toys offered up.

First he fitted the tight silver loop- a locking collar around her neck with the words “This is your slave collar. While you wear it- I am your Master, and you my slave. Your safe-word's are Amber and Red. If you say Red, I will remove the collar. Do you accept my collar and give yourself to me?”

“Yes Master” she said, the words almost catching in her breath.

Click – the collar locked on and she clenched internally, her submission spiking. 

“Right slave, now to business. First- for this weekend, I want your nipples to always be throbbing. I want you to feel some pain or desire in them at all times. I will stretch them, tease them, torment them… twist and pinch them so you will always be aware of them. If you ever can’t feel them throbbing, then report it to me, and I will soon correct that!” - she shuddered and grew wet at the thought- he had such a thing for her pretty D-cups and large nipples – they always fascinated him.

To enact this new regime, he reached down, cupping then squeezing her left breast. He ran his hand down to the tip, catching her nipple between his fingers and stretching it away “Oh!” she breathed out, nipple tingling. He squeezed harder and she squeaked in response. Delighting in the sounds he could elicit from her, he twisted the already squeezed, stretched and tender nipple and she whimpered delightfully. “Oh-oh-oh Master!”

He smiled, repeating the process on her right breast, till both of her thick nipples were tenderised. Then he picked up the nipple clamps- instead of the usual regular clips these clips were set in a bell-shaped metal framework, attached to the top of the bell by springs. You could reach into the bell framework to press open the clips and fit them around the nipple. The bottom rim of the bell encircled the nipple and pressed against the aureole providing a firm base. The spring-backed clamp then pulled the nipple away from the rest of the breast- stretching, elongating and squeezing it. A chain swung between both clips.

“OH!” a gasp and tear came from Maria as the first clamp bit home, pain lancing into her throbbing nipples. The second soon followed to another gasp- “AH!”. Normally compression would eventually numb the nipple, but here the stretching sensation changed as she moved and the weight of the bell shifted against gravity and her breasts. They were in delicious and ongoing agony.

Brad wiped the first tear away. “Now the arm-binder” he said

She turned, pressing her forearms together behind her and he had to help her with the leather sheaf – inching it up past her elbows until he could fit and tighten the shoulder straps. Then he went down the length of the sleeve, fastening tight the buckles that would imprison her arms tight behind her- no way to wriggle out or escape- she would be utterly reliant upon him to pick anything up or even open a door. The enclosing leather soon warmed up and she relaxed into the warm hug of it- conscious though, that as she bent over, the now swinging chain pulling and shifting weight upon the nipple clamps and her own stretched teats. Yep, she would be feeling them all weekend- the blood throbbing and sore in them already.

One secure, he had her back on her knees as he stood before her. His trousers and pants now discarded, his cock now free to roam. She was the opposite- the metal collar and chastity belt were tightly-locked, unforgiving circles around her neck and waist. Her crotch sealed away, her arms bound tight behind her, useless and helpless. And her nipples – clamped and stretched. She was his to command- his slave.

He looked down and was pleased at the sight of Maria. God she looked beautiful- the arm-binder pulling her shoulders back, forcing up her proud breasts, the nipples painfully stretched. The corner of his smile twitched up, as he saw a way to improve on perfection. He reached down and released her left nipple clip, giving the tender nipple a quick rolling squeeze which elicited a gasp of sudden pain. He threaded the clip and chain through the small D-ring on her metal collar then clamped it back to her left nipple. Now instead of the chain drooping between her nips, it now formed a sharp upside-down V-shape – pulling the entire weight of her breasts upwards and further stretching her pain-filled nipples.

“Oh Master!” she begged “It hurts so much”- she tried to tilt forward her neck and relieve the pressure, but he raised her face up to meet her tormented gaze . His hand rested across the side of her face, cool palm against her hot cheek. She could take it- he’d done worse to her in the past and knew tit torture to be a dark aphrodisiac for her. And she would use her safe-word if it ever was too much

“But your pain gives me pleasure, doesn't it little slave?”

“Yes Master” - it was true, she could see. His cock had hardened and instead of swinging below him, it now bobbed before her nose.

“And if you are my good slave-girl, then wouldn't you want to give me the most pleasure?” he asked her

“Yes Master” - she made true her words by raising her chin and stretching up to catch his bobbing cockhead between her red lips. With her hands bound, it was trickier to catch it, and it bounced off her chin and cheek twice. She rose and strained a little more. That upward stretch redoubled the pain in her nipples and at last as she caught that oh-so-familiar purple head between her lips and gave it the first suck, that familiar taste filling her mouth, she moaned in pain- the hot air of her exhalation exciting his cock. Her pain was nothing- his pleasure was all.

Her mouth on him felt so good. Her lipstick-red lips stretched around his shaft looked better. He’d tracked every effort, every gasp and twitch, and could see the strain on the now upward-pointing nipples. His hands came round and cradled her head, as she pursed lips and sucked him deeper.

“God you look so beautiful with your lips around my cock”- he mused

He twined his fingers in her natural orange-red locks and took control – he too was a little impatient. She worked her tongue around him, swirling and licking and swallowing- she was long familiar with what he liked and knew every inch of his cock intimately. He controlled the pace- firm hands on her head- pulling her bobbing head back and forth. Going deeper into her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex and into her throat. She choked a little, arm-binder thrashing behind her, breasts swinging till they were yanked back by the limits of the chain- each swing ending in a sharp burst of pain. Instincts kicked in when she gagged and she pulled against his grip.

He paused looking down – there was still an inch or two to go, so he just had clearance enough to see the tops of her green eyes peering up, meeting his gaze- she was still good. Safewords and tap-outs were impossible with such a bondage deep-throat so all the responsibility of care lay upon him.

He pushed her head back, feeling throat and lips trail back along his shaft. She exhaled and inhaled quickly, and on the inrush, he pulled her in, as his hips thrust forward, balls deep. A sound like ‘Gluck’ came from her throat- with her nose nestled into his stomach, he could no longer see her eyes, but revelled in the feeling of her tongue still swirling and tracing up and down his shaft. Her nipples must feel like twin points of agony, but still his slave-girl pleasured him.

His hands and hips started moving in rhythm- he needed some friction and tightness on his rock-hard cock. “Gluck - Gluck – Gluck” went her throat. He was throatfucking her with increasing speed. All that mattered was his pleasure- her pleasure was locked behind steel, her hands denied her, her breasts tormented, and he was now violating her mouth, penetrating her throat.

“GLUCK- GLUCK- GLUCK” - he pounded into her, throat-raping her. A mental switch had just been thrown in both of them. No longer was she his treasured girlfriend- the love of his life whose needs he considered above his own. After all you don’t throat-rape your beloved girlfriend- but you would a slave girl- a masochistic sub upon whom you can exercise every sadistic desire upon. They were no longer equals- he was Master, she slave. He took, she gave. He became hyper-focused on her- monitoring every gasp and choke, timing his strokes and ensuring she always had the air she needed, whilst never letting her feel like it was enough. He entered a Dominant headspace, just as she plunged into subspace. The pain in her nipples or the choking of her protesting, gagging throat no longer mattered- just getting him off. She was there to just take it. But maybe she could do more? Be a better slut for him? Her lips tightened around his cock, then loosened- she leaned in flickering her tongue out, curling it around and playing across his balls, desperately licking the sweat form them.

He pulled tighter. Her throat clenched around him, tongue drumming against his shaft. He clenched too- hips driving in- jerking back and forth uncontrollably as he came. “GAK-GAK- ACCC!” she choked as his pearly-white seed spurted down her throat. Her eyes watered, throat and body tensing and thrashed against her bonds, autonomic responses telling her body she was drowning in cum, fighting him. His tight grip on her head kept her upright, and once he could move again, he pulled himself from her gagging depths, a line of drool connecting them still, so that she could take in gasping breaths of air. She bent in the only way she could- forward, coughing and spluttering onto the floor, her eyes streaming tears. He wondered for a moment if it had been too much.

She looked up at him from the floor, panda circles beneath her eyes where her mascara had run. Her voice had that husky cadence of the just throatfucked.

“Thank you for your cum, Master. May I clean you up?” - all traces of earlier brattiness now gone.

He relaxed- she was OK. He felt drained now from that explosive ejaculation- the frustration of 2 days of chastity swept away down his slaves throat. He nodded and she struggled to kneel back up, feeling her nipples protest against the clips once more. Her brow was beaded in sweat, tears and mascara coated her cheeks, drool still dripped from her chin. But still she delicately nuzzled his detumescing cock, gently licking away the spit and traces of sperm that still coated it. Once done, she turned her head to the side, offering her long red hair for him to dry his cock upon. He did, murmuring a complimentary “Good girl” at her obedience and consideration.

Then it was his turn to look after his toys. A wet wash cloth to clean up her face. He un-clipped her nipples, enjoying her wince and squeak as the blood rushed back in. He sat back on the sofa and had her curl up on her side on it- her head resting on his thigh, looking up at him, arms still tightly bound behind her. He traced the contours of her face and stroked back her hair. Occasionally he would toy with breasts- trailing fingers over still throbbing nipples and delighting in her micro-grimaces of pain when he gave one an absent minded tug or flick. Where his fingers played across her lips, she instinctively kissed and sucked them in. They caught their breath and enjoyed the intimate silence. He considered keeping her in the armbinder for the rest of the evening, but that would mean he would have to prepare dinner instead. He let her gently fellate his thumb for a while, then decided to take some action.

To her surprise he first released from her chastity belt, the musky smell of her arousal released when he unhooked the front plate and peeled it away from her sopping slit. Now with no metal band bisecting her buttocks (and inconveniencing him) he put her over his knee and ran a cord from her collar’s rear D-ring to the ring at the end of the armbinder, effectively jack-knifing her over- keeping her arms near vertical. Fully helpless he gave her an intense maintenance spanking – 50 hard spanks that left her rump (and his hand) red and burning. She wriggled and cried with each spank, her arms helpless to shield her burning buttocks.

She looked back at him, her eyes tearing up again “Thank you Sir. But what did I do to deserve it?”

He smiled “Because I could. And because I thought your pale bottom looked better with some colour! And why should your nipples have all the fun this weekend?”

“Fun Sir? …. yes Sir.” - she would accept whatever he gave her. Her body was his to play with all weekend- to do whatever amused him, pleased him. If he wanted her most tender parts to be red and burning then he could...and he would.

After that he finally freed her from the armbinder and they showered and cleaned up. He told her to pin back her red hair and she coiled it into a bun- he wanted it out of the way. She’d re-waxed her pussy now she had access to it again, but he didn’t re-imprison her afterwards which made her worry- as much as it frustrated her, it did also protect her clit from his more painful ideas. She suspected he must have some special torment planned for tonight- fucking her pussy was always bottom of the list when it was his turn to Dom. He did re-attach the nipple clips though- bruised as they were, they started throbbing in time to her heartbeat as soon as he did.

DINNER

It was Steak and Blowjobs for dinner that night. He dined on the steak she’d cooked and drank the wine she’d laid out whilst beneath the table she served as his cockwarmer. While he ate, she was just to hold his cock in her warm, wet mouth without moving too much. He wanted to enjoy his food without too distracting a stimuli upon his cock, but he delighted in the feel of it warm and safe, nestled in his slaves mouth. His shaft lay heavy across her tongue and her lips strained as she focused on keeping them pursed tight around him. Her tongue instinctively wanted to resume its normal place and push against the invading member, the delicate mouth and lip muscles tried to rebel against staying tensed for so long, but she overcame those instincts, the metal collar around her neck and her ever-aching nipples reminding her of her submission. So she knelt beneath their dining table (the one she’d picked out when they moved in together) her head buried in his crotch, her nose grazing his navel not as he equal at the table but as his mere cockwarming service slut beneath it.

Only when he’d eaten his fill did he drum his fingers upon her skull and she was finally let loose to suck, lick and kiss his cock, to run her lips back and forth upon it even as her tongue swirled around the shaft. He stiffened quickly and moaned- with his appetite sated, now his other need was being met. Eventually her tongue brought him to climax and his bitter, salty seed flooded her mouth. She pooled it in the hollow of her tongue and opened her mouth to show him, awaiting his command to swallow.

“No- here- dribble it out over the plate” he said as he put down his dinner plate on the floor. It had some left over peas, a few halves of new potatoes and some gristle and fat cut off from the steak. She let his cum stream over the plate of scraps.

“Now thank me slave and then eat your dinner”

“Thank you Master for saving some of your delicious food and spunk for me, even though I don’t deserve it.”

“Well I know how you love to savour my sperm. But you’ll be glad of just having a light supper by the end of the night” - he said it with love, but it made her shiver. He did have something special planned then.

She ate dinner then- on her hands and knees before him, under her table, she lapped it up from the plate like a dog. No hands allowed obviously. She could feel his eyes on her, as she tasted potato with sperm sauce, and chewed on the steak fat for whatever meat had been left on it. Knowing his desires, she licked the plate clean- every scrap of food and drop of his cum back inside her, then opened her mouth to show it was all gone. He smiled at her initiative, delighting in her degradation.

THE GAME

At last he told her to crawl to the bedroom. She did, nipple chain grazing the floor. He followed, admiring the sight of her toned ass as she crawled, pussy and asshole winking to him. He had considered inserting a butt plug or some remote-controlled toy- indeed there had been whole weekends in which he’d insisted that her ass be filled, but this wasn’t to be such a weekend, and he wanted her more focused on two other parts of her tender body.

In the bedroom she spread an old dustsheet over the duvet and prepared the under-mattress restraint cords. He removed the nipple clamps to her shaking moans till she was naked and unadorned save for her slave collar and had her lie on the bed spread-eagled, so he could fasten the Velcro straps around each wrist and ankle, bound to the four corners of the bed. Her nipples throbbed and her pussy clenched a little as her widely spread legs exposed her most secret lips to the air.

“Now my slave, I’ve been dying to try out this idea. I was thinking of how I could kick up our sensation play to the next level, then I saw that fantasy series you’ve been reading. I just know you are going to find this very exciting! I present to you a Game of Ice and Fire!”

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes a little at the mashed together title of her favourite series- what next- A Song of Thrones? But she diplomatically kept silent. Bound slaves were wise not to criticise sadistic Masters after all.

First he prepared her- producing some waxed string which he cut into 2 parts about 5 inches long. First he tied a loop around her right nipple- then coiled it around her long nipple, and ran the end under the coil at the top of the nipple until the remaining 2 inches bobbed up from it like a an errant strand in the air. What on earth was he doing? He repeated the same process on her left nipple- constricted at the base, they still throbbed from their repeated clamping and stretching but the waxed string itself was suspiciously non-painful. This didn’t bode well.

That’s when he returned with the candles. They’d tried wax-play before- tormenting each other with the slightly scalding feel of hot wax on sensitive flesh. The trouble of course was that the wax took a while to melt, so there were constant delays while they waited for enough of it to pool to be worth pouring. He’d solved that problem by buying more candles. A lot more. He lit them on the dresser till twenty broad, stout, candles in a variety of colours stood there, flames flickering, wax steadily pooling.

He approached, a yellow candle in hand. He sat next to her on the bed, her eyes wide, tracking the flame.

“Err Master- how does this game work please?” she asked.

“Oh, the game isn't ready yet, this is still preparation!” replied, cruel delight touching the corners of his mouth.

“Preparation Master?”

“Oh yes. Remember- this weekend is about your breasts and nipples. I need to prepare them”

With that he took the yellow candle and poured a splash of near-scalding yellow wax upon the slope of her left breast. The liquid solidified on impact, and he moved as he poured, till the candle was dry.

“AHHHH!!” cried Maria. It was a sudden, sharp burning pain that came in a series of droplet. Her tit shook in pain as she thrashed against the ropes, so even with a steady hand it was more a collection of dime-sized flat yellow disks. Still, he persevered, joining up the scattered droplets with further pours till he’d covered a quarter of her sizeable left globe in a single sheath of wax. The wax was solidifying- still soft enough to shape around the curve of her breast, and to stick to the trembling flesh beneath but no longer runny. It felt hot, and the wax seal insulated it, trapping the feel of heat against her skin for a minute.

Brad returned with a green candle. He carefully took aim on the left breast, looking to cover another quarter of it. She caught his eyes, silently begging him not to pour, it was such sharp agony….

“Ah!.. Ah! ...AHHHH!!” - he poured. Molten fire spread across her breast again- a hundred droplets that he joined up again. Her tendons fought against the tight spread-eagling ropes, making them sing. The heat and fire grew across her left breast. Her whimpering endless scream left her breathless- whenever she paused, he poured again and molten wax scalded her till the green ran dry, the wick guttering out.

Now he returned with a blue candle.

“AHHHH… AHHHH! AHHHH!!” she screamed again – 3 quarters of her breast now covered in wax. He was working now on her sensitive underboob and she could no longer see where it fell. He’d avoided her nipple so far, though it was partly shielded by the coiled string. He gently took her nipple and pulled it slightly towards her chin, careful not to dislodge the wax shell on the top of her breast- instead exposing more of her underboob to the liquid pain. A fourth candle, orange this time brought more screams but completed the shell of wax around her left boob.

Now the fifth candle. Red wax this time. He took his time and aimed it at the centre of her bound nipple.

“ARRHHH!” she screamed as hot wax hit the very tip of her nipple. It burned so much! He kept pouring, trying for an uninterrupted stream, the wax running down her string-covered nipple, building up the coating. He used it to cover the whole nipple and aureole – a deep red mountain of wax covering the coiled string and her pink flesh beneath. He even used another red candle to build up the shell of wax coating her nip. The loose 2 inches of waxed string still protruded defiantly upward, and her breath caught in her throat as at last she realised what he had wrought!

“Master- what are you preparing me for? What is that string for? Have your turned my boob into a candle?

“That’s right slave- the string will be the wick! In theory it should melt and draw up the nearby wax, but we’ll have to see! Anyway, onto your right tit now. Who doesn't love symmetry!”

And so he began the long, painful process again- going through another 6 candles worth of wax to cover and coat her right breast. She screamed and whimpered as he did, the excruciating scalding heat just as bad on her right tit as it had been on the now cooled but sensitive left.

Now she looked down, the familiar view of her chest and her often obscuring breasts now transformed into a rainbow of waxy colours. White flesh now transformed into yellow and green wax mounds, tipped with deep red and those ominous string wicks. If he lit them, then might not her nipples get burned from the flame once it melted through the wax shell protecting them? Her whole body clenched at the thought and she fought her ropes again, but they held. She considered safewording, but hesitated trusting that he knew what he was doing. He loved her nipples perhaps more than she did and would never see them permanently damaged. In endless pain yes, but damage no.

He didn’t move to light those nipple-wicks yet- instead delighting himself by trailing some of the remaining candles across her belly and thighs, leaving behind coin-sized splatters of wax that brought a sharp out-rush of breath with every droplet. Her breathing took on a higher pitch and tempo as he began trickling hot wax across her cunt- molten pain that more than stung her pubic mound and then her pussy lips. By now he was returning to some of his original candles- enough time had passed that they’d built up deep pools of molten wax again.

She felt him part her pussy lips, opening up her labia and she shook in fear.

“PleasePleasePlease No! No Master, not there! It’s too sensitive”

“Really? It seems quite wet to me.” - It was true- her masochistic body had betrayed her- those sharp stings of wax had juiced up her pussy and now her labia was exposed, he could feel the moisture and smell the musk of her arousal.

He smiled and poured again.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed. God it burned. She thrashed and strained again- desperate to move her cunt away from that molten fire, but couldn't. “AHHHHHHH!!!” When the candle ran dry, she slumped heavily. Her movements had cracked off a bit of the shell coating her left breast, but he soon fixed that with another candle re-coating it.

“Now, one last touch and we’ll be ready, my dear” he said, taking up a purple candle. She felt him pull back her clitoral hood, and her legs started to spasm in terror.

“OH GOD NO, OH GOD! PLEASE MASTER NO! NOT THERE!”

“Shush dear, we just need to sensitise it a little.”

He poured again, cursing as a few stray molten drops accidentally stung his fingers.

“AIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” - this was the most intense pain yet- and she almost came as her cunt clenched in on itself. A thousand nerve endings burned as the molten wax coated and pooled in the most intimate folds of her body. She screamed till she had no breath left. But her clit was small enough that it was soon entirely coated and then while extra wax added a dull heat, it was protected by the shell that had formed over it. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she sagged back. Her pussy spasmed, feeling empty. She wished she could cradle her scalded cunt in hand and protect it, but the ropes kept her arms bound to the bed corners.

“Now we are ready for the Game of Ice and Fire” said Brad, having returned to the room with an ice bucket.

“Oh Master. Sir, I don’t know if I can take any more”

“Yes you can slave. Because it amuses me. Because I know it makes you wet. And most importantly, because you have no choice. Now, shall I explain the Game to you?”

“Yes Sir” she replied in pain-wracked voice.

“I’m going to give you a chance to cum! Won’t that be nice slut?”

“Err, yes Master?” she said hesitantly dreading the predicament he’d surely put her into. First night slave orgasms never came easily.

“So here is the Game of Ice and Fire my dear wax-slave. You’ve already tasted some of the fire but there will be more. I will be lighting your two nipple wicks soon- I think you’ll have 10-15 minutes before they burn down close enough to melt away all the wax protecting you pretty nipples from the flame, so that is the countdown which you’ll want to beat. Meanwhile your cunt will be experience the ice- I’m going to cool down your poor scalded pussy by putting an icecube within you. I’m also going to release your right hand from its bonds- I know its your favourite hand for touching yourself. But you wont be allowed to touch yourself directly- instead you will use another ice cube to frig your pussy and clit. If you can rub out an orgasm with an ice cube before your nipples roast, then you’ll have had a nice but chilly orgasm and I’ll blow out the candles. If you can’t do it, then I’ll blow out the candles but then we’ll spend the evening discovering if I can make a perfect wax-mould of your cunt and clit- it might take quite a few goes to get it right! Which will win?! The Fire or the Ice?”

With that, his fingers dug in around her clit and pulled away the wax blob covering it. Her sensitive flesh pulled with it till eventually peeling away painfully. Her exposed, throbbing clit suddenly felt sensitive and raw- she swore she could feel every breath of air upon it. He repeated the wax removal across her pussy lips- she squeaked and swore as it pulled some traces of hair with it.

“Are you ready to play the Game of Ice and Fire now my slave?”

“Yes Master. I would really like to cum, but the candles scare me”

“Just do your best my dear. I’ll be right here- watching you and encouraging you!”

He lit both her nipple-wicks from a candle – the waxed string took a while to light, but eventually did so, tip blackening and soon twin steady flames burned atop her wax breast-mounds. Never had she ever imagined looking down her chest and seeing such a sight!

The heat of the flame started to soften the red wax he’d built up atop her nipples, and she could start to see it flow up the white wick like a scarlet stain. All of a sudden her nipples felt hotter, as if the coiled string wound round them had heated up- but it was probably just her imagination?

Distracted as she was, she failed to notice him retrieving the first ice cube till his fingers parted her labia again. A shivering cold nudged against the her sensitive inner lips, chilling her warm juices and numbing her scalded skin. She shivered and cried out as he pushed the cube into her depths and she clenched around it as it chilled her inner cunt. It started to melt in the heat of her core and icy water now

“Ah..ahh...ahhhh!!!” she whimpered- shuddering against the cold, her nipple flames swayed and shook and some droplets of hot wax were scattered across her ribcage. “AH!” She tried very hard to keep her chest still.

He untied her right hand them and gave her a large ice cube. It too chilled her fingers and she almost dropped it from the sensation of ice-burn. How could she press this against her most sensitive flesh? A glance at her chest and rapidly burning wicks reminded her- they seemed half an inch shorter and she could see new red wax trails running down the yellow and green mounds.

Maria took a deep breath and dabbed her clit with the cube. God, it was sooo cold! But a drop of cold melt-water flowed over her clit and it almost felt like a balm, numbing it from the earlier wax scald. She shivered again, and then pressed harder with the ice cube against her clitoris, burning it with cold.

She rubbed back and forth, occasionally running the cube across her pussy and once between her lips. Freezing ice was the least arousing thing she’d ever touched herself with- cold enough to be painful on contact, but leaving the flesh numbed afterwards. And the trails of cold melt-water running down her crevices and pooling under bottom were just annoying. Master had given her an impossible task.

Her face a rictus of frozen agony and concentration, she rubbed by feel alone, her breast-candles blocking her view. Brad leaned in close enough to her ear that she could feel his warm breath upon it.

“I know you can do it slut. You are horny and hotter than even the candles. You’ve been denied for 2 days, and I’ll deny your orgasm the rest of the weekend if you don’t seize the opportunity now! You want this. You need this. You can do this”

“Oh God, Master...” she wailed, redoubling her rubbing. It felt like an icy stone abrading her clit away, but she kept rubbing, pressing harder, hoping for some feeling. Inside her the first cube had now melted and her cunt started to warm up again

He continued “Remember how good it feels to cum? That hot pussy squeezing together, that warm tingle throughout your body? The way it just steals your breath away?” his eyes tracked the ever-burning nipple wicks- the bottom of the flames starting to touch the wax, sending molten rivulets of it burning down her breast.

She rubbed harder and faster. She was determined- she started to feel something gather inside her. Her clit felt warmer even as it got harder to hold the remaining sliver of ice. She was getting close. Maybe she could cum after all?

“Awwwwww Master!” She moaned in sudden frustration

“What is wrong pet?”

“It melted” she said, devastated

“Then I’ll give you another”

The new ice cube froze her finger tips again, colder and not yet melting. She rubbed it against her numb flesh, even as her nipples felt hotter than before. From her vantage point, it was like her nipples had been set alight- twin flames from where her pink teats should be.

“Cum for me slut. Rub your wet cunt. Torture that clit for me with ice. Feel the pain and cum from it, you masochistic little slave. I know you love it. Love me hurting your tits and pussy. Love it sooo much, that you’ll cum from it. Have an ice-gasm. A pain-gasm. Just come, you little slut”

She rubbed her icy clit desperately, driven by the desperation of flaming, scalding nipples. The heat on her chest was spreading, as the icy numbness of her clit rose up to meet it. Her masturbating hand was a blur, it’s movements shaking her body and sending her nipples into flickering motion. More hot wax ran across her chest. The ice burned against her clit. It was such torture!

“Cum slut. Cum Slut. Be a good slave and orgasm now. Orgasm before I blow out these candles and lock you back up forever! Cum now, or never cum again!”

Something clicked in her mind. The extreme sensations, and his words fitted together just right.

She came!

She exploded!! Her orgasm welling up deep within her clenching empty cunt even as her numb, frozen clit retreated deep into it’s protective hood. Her breasts shook and wax flew! She jammed her right hand into her hot hole and filled herself with chilled fingers and half an ice cube!!

“OH GOD OHGODOHGOD!!!” she cried riding the orgasm. Her whole body was shaking and contracting. A non-clitoral orgasm that welled up from within her. Her frantic movements blew out the left nipple-wick and the right guttered till Brad extinguished it too.

He kissed her then, her mouth hotter than any flame.

“My, my, wasn’t that something? It looks like your played the Game of Ice and Fire and won!”

She wanted to kick him for that, but her legs were still tied and she lacked the energy to move even if she could. Everything felt floppy. And a little sore. Her breasts throbbed as much as her nipples and another run off of melt-water down her folds and crevices made her shiver.

He untied her, but she remained spread-eagled. He gave her a towel to mop up and warm her loins. Then he carefully tried to lift the wax mounds from her breasts, looking to remove them whole. One broke when he pulled it away revealing her usually pale white breasts to be a reddened, scalded pink. The other shell came away cleanly and she marvelled to see the interior mould of what her breast and nipple looked like. Maybe they could keep it as some body art? Finally he untied the string around the base of her nipple and she trembled to see how much of the wick had burned down during her race against the fire.

He sent her to clean up and fetch water while he folded up the dust sheet atop the bed so it trapped all the loose wax, and put it in a corner to attend to tomorrow. She returned to their bed, joining him, red-haired and naked save for her locked collar and curled up in his arms, resting her head on the crook of his shoulder and holding onto him, micro-shivers running through her as she took in his warmth and pulled up the covers. He stroked her skin and held her, occasionally kissing her forehead or hair, both of them sipping water from time to time.

She was glad to be his submissive. He had given her an experience she’d never forget.

He was glad to be her Master- her reactions and desperation had been so intense as to be unforgettable.

Once she was calm and warm, he motioned her to slide lower. She slid beneath the covers, her breasts and hair trailing down his torso till she was a curled mound of sheets between his legs. Her warm mouth engulfed his cock and she resumed her role as his cock warmer. Not actively fellating, but letting his penis acclimatise to its wet, warm holster, to lengthen and grow pleasantly on her tongue, as she kept a firm seal around the shaft.

He dozed, warmed by her hot breath and pleased by her subservience. Eventually she’d blow him and swallow his sperm, but for now he day-dreamed, thinking of his plans for the rest of the weekend.

He’d keep up his torment of her nipples. Perhaps experiment with how they reacted to both ice and fire, as he alternated between ice cubes and hot wax? The sudden temperature differences should make for even sharper pain stimuli. Then perhaps test how they react to toothpaste rubbed into them- he heard stories that made them tingle. Then perhaps douse one with Icy Hot balm and the other in some sort of Hot sauce? Compare which was more painful? Then which ever one hurt more, he might have her rub her clit with again and see if she could come before the pain made it impossible?

Plenty of ideas…. And all weekend to experiment with them. Mmmm- he was hard now and aroused and with a tap on her head she started to suck and lick in earnest, giving her Master the head he deserved.

God, it was good to be the Dom. Such pleasure’s to enjoy. How different might it have been if the coin had come up Tails instead….?

FINIS

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