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What Will Sarcasm Get You
by Emerald (enslavedsincemay@yahoo.co.uk)
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A slave and an ice cube - the second story I wrote for
my Master, detailing an instance with him. (MF, d/s,
mast)
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WARNING: This story was produced as adult entertainment
and should not be read by minors. This story contains
sexually explicit topics. If you are not an adult you
should not read this. If it is illegal in your area,
you shouldn't either. This work is copyrighted 2005.
This story may or may not have actually happened.
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended
by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2005
Emerald
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I was being sarcastic with someone in a chat room. They
had come on taunting and teasing someone else, so I did
it back to them. I had no idea it was Master... One of
these days, I'll learn to be nice - no matter what.
"Hmmmmm. What should I do with you for treating me with
sarcasm slave?" He thinks for a second or two. "Go get
a cup of ice and come back and sit."
"Yes Master." Quickly running to the kitchen, I grab a
cup and fill it with ice cubes. How was I supposed to
know that was him I was taunting? Why didn't he say
anything that day? I wonder what does he have planned
for me. I return to Master, set the cup on the desk and
sit myself in front of him.
"Good girl." Master looks at me, and then says, "Stand.
Drop the shorts you have on." Wow! His saying that sent
a tingle straight through my body. I don't see the
paddle or crop - so I don't think a spanking is coming,
yet. Maybe he's just going to tease me, but what is the
ice for?
"Yes Master." I stand up and slip off my shorts,
folding them and putting them on the chair, praying
that the fact that this is semi-arousing does not show.
Hard nipples are easy to hide with my shirt, but I
swear I got wet when he said for me to drop my shorts.
Master walks around me. I'm not sure if I feel
inspected or just 'checked out'. He rubs his hand along
my ass, then up and down my back.
I see him reach into the cup of ice and get one cube. I
feel the ice touch my spine near my shoulders. I jump
and arch my back at the cold, but then find my body
relaxing and seeming to lean into the ice. Master rubs
the ice down my spine. This time when my back arches,
it is toward his hand with the ice, not away from it.
I feel my breasts tingling, my nipples hardening. As
the ice slips over the small of my back, I feel a
tingling between my legs - I involuntarily twitch my
thighs. He rubs the ice down over my left ass cheek. I
can feel the melted ice running down the back of my
thigh - behind my knee. I stand up straighter and
shiver, but not because of the cold.
"Good girl. Now sit and spread your legs."
"Yes Master." I move the shorts to the floor out of the
way, and sit down on the chair.
"Do you put these ice cubes in your mouth slave?"
I look at him blankly, my mind not fully comprehending
his question. I always chew ice. What is he asking me?
I know I'm taking too long to answer; it's been more
than 10 seconds. All I can think of to say is, "Do I
usually? Yes Master."
"Did you?"
"No Master."
"Good girl."
Master rubs my legs. I feel his hands inside my thighs.
I'm glad I'm sitting, my legs feel weak. I can feel my
body willing his hands to touch me all over. Sitting, I
can press back into the chair and stop myself from
moving. If I were still standing, I think my body would
have betrayed me, and pressed into his hands - moving
toward him.
"Hmmmmm. We are shaven clean slave?"
"Yes Master." Relief that I had shaved just that
morning creates a feeling of satisfaction - that ends
up in a smile.
"Good girl."
I watch his hand rubbing along my outer lips - the ice
isn't as cold as it was, but it is still stimulating.
He rubs the small piece of ice up and down my slit and
finds my clit, stroking it lightly. I tremble, thankful
for the chair holding me. I can feel my clit hardening
- slightly pulling away from the skin around it. He
stops.
"Remove your shirt and get on your knees. Put the cup
of ice in front of you."
"Yes Master." I pull off my shirt and fold it, placing
it on top of my shorts on the floor.
"Good girl. Now take a cube in each hand. Hold them
until you feel water come off them."
"Yes Master." I get two ice cubes and hold them.
"Close your hands around each cube loosely, so water
can come out."
I let my fingers cradle the ice - wondering what is
Master going to have me do.
As the water drips off my fingers, he says, "Now rub
the outer portion of your neck forward to the front
with the ice. Do it back and forth a few times." I feel
the water running down my neck and chest and back. Darn
my body! It's responding to his voice and the ice,
giving away how arousing this all is.
"Good girl. Now run the ice down along the front of
your chest."
I slide the ice down my chest - one hand at a time,
slowly. Staying up on my knees is getting harder by the
second. The more he talks, the more I feel the ice -
the more my body responds.
My nipples are hard before I even brush against them. I
can feel my thighs are wet and I'm sure it's not water
residue from the ice Master had touched me with.
"Good girl."
Master strokes my head and walks behind me. I feel him
press his body against my back. I lean into him
slightly, he feels so warm.
"Very good. Now move your hands slowly along your
ribs."
Slowly sliding what is left of the ice along my ribs, I
close my eyes. Running my cold fingers and the ice
along my ribs with the water creeping down my stomach -
I find myself leaning into Master's body behind me. I
quickly rise back up on my knees, hoping he didn't
notice.
"If you need more ice, grab some when you need it."
"Yes Master."
"Good girl."
I reach into the cup and get more ice - dropping the
small pieces from my fingertips into the cup at the
same time.
"Are those nipples hard slave?"
I look blankly forward. What? What did he say? I can't
think at this point. My mind is not on 'think' mode. I
stop moving my hands.
As what he asked me slowly sinks in, I look down. "Yes
Master."
I took way to long to answer; I can feel him looking at
me. "What you asked me wasn't registering Master, I
couldn't understand. I had to stop and think about what
you said."
"Did I say you could slave?"
"No Master. But I couldn't answer you unless I did."
"Ok. Then from now on, you just nod or say yes. I will
assume what I need to. Is that clear slave?"
"Yes Master."
"Good girl."
I've totally lost the ability to stay on the subject we
were on.
I can't remember what I was doing before I had to stop
and think. My mind is blank. Thankfully, Master knows
how to get me back where I need to be.
"Now, get some fresh ice. Rub it close to your waist
and along your stomach."
"Yes Master." As I pick up the fresh ice, my body
responds as if it's an old memory coming back. I
immediately feel my nipples tingle. Something inside
starts tickling - demanding attention I can't give it.
My mind catches up to my body quickly.
Master runs his fingers over my head and tilts my neck
back. I feel his breath on my neck. He lightly bites me
and runs his fingers over my nipples. Yup, my mind is
100% back where it needs to be.
My body reacts to Master's touch. My nipples are so
hard, they hurt. The tingling and tickling inside me is
making my kegel muscles contract. I'm not going to get
any relief that way; it's only making the feeling
worse. I can't stop the spasming though.
"Run your hands lower. Along your waist and down over
your thighs, in small circles. Down almost to the other
side of your body."
I move the ice lower as I'm told. Circling along my
waist, across my belly button, down the inside of my
hips. Hmmm - I have to fight the urge to touch my clit
now. Quickly moving the ice to my thighs, I ignore the
ache calling out to me to put my hands on my slit.
"Good girl. Now down further to your knees. And rub the
ice behind each knee and then back up along the insides
of your thighs."
I circle the ice downward, jumping as the ice hits the
back of my knees. That feels good, all the way up and
down my body. I can feel the tingling. As I move the
ice to my inner thighs, the twitching of my kegels gets
stronger, screaming at me for relief. I run the ice up
toward my crotch in circles.
I think I'm twisted - I like this.
"Rub it closer to the top of your thighs."
If I go much higher, my hands will be close enough to
rub my slit at the same time. I wonder if I'll be able
to...
"Now rub a piece of ice along your waist."
Darn! I swear Master can read my mind sometimes. I move
the ice to my waist, still circling. Wondering if he
knew what I was thinking. Wondering if I could have
actually touched myself.
"Now back up the sides of your body."
Moving the ice up from my waist to my sides, I find
that now my breasts are wanting to be touched. My mind
is trying to focus on Master's voice, but my body is
screaming at me from two different directions for
relief. The tingling, tickling, and flexing from inside
is almost too much.
"Now along each arm lightly. Move in small circles,
like a spiral."
I do one arm at a time. It increases the sensation in
my breasts. I feel my nipples reacting again.
I don't care. It tingles everywhere now.
"Now back up along your chest. Lower down, across each
nipple."
Finally! I can touch them, even if briefly.
"Now just outside of each areola - just the outside.
Just until they feel harder." The areola hardens, my
nipples really hurt now, but it feels good. I just hope
nothing touches them while they are this hard - it will
hurt too much.
"Run the ice down and along the outside of each
breast."
The ice is melting fast - how can my skin be so hot
with ice on it? I rub the small pieces of ice and my
cold fingers along my breasts, slowly. Careful not to
touch my nipples.
"Get two fresh ice cubes. Take the tips of each and put
them in your hands like finger tips. Run them down the
center of your body, from your chest down to your belly
button - and up again. Then down again. In
progressively larger strokes, until you meet your
waist."
Hmmmmmmm. That's nice.... Too bad Master isn't the one
doing this. But if he were, I'd probably be reacting
100 times worse. So it's good that it's me doing it.
I'm getting colder, so it's not affecting me the same
way - except for my nipples. I think they are going to
be hard as rocks for at least a month after this.
"Now, down below your waist, and out in small circles."
Oh no - the twitching and spasming of my kegel's is
starting again. I don't know if I can keep my legs
still. Just one rub...
"Arrange the ice so one is above your crotch and one is
below your crotch - in a direct line. Rub them up and
down, meeting each other on each stroke."
Oh my God! That's COLD!!! I don't know what's worse,
the ice contact on my lips or the cold water dripping
down my slit. Either way - its contact and the contact
feels good. Although, I got a feeling this ice will
melt real fast! I can feel the heat coming from my
body.
"Good girl." Master walks around me as I continue
rubbing the ice up and down my slit. He pulls lightly
on my pony tail, and then wraps it around his hand.
"Now rub one piece of ice along the top of your lips in
zig zag patterns until it rubs your clit. Once it does,
you may stroke your clit lightly with the ice until its
gets numb or you feel close to cumming."
Not sure what to do with my right hand, I cup it
against my thighs, barely touching my crotch - letting
the ice melt in my hand from the heat coming from
inside my body. I take my left hand and start zig
zagging the ice along my lips, pressing lightly, not
sure how the ice will feel against my clit. Not sure I
want to find out.
As the ice starts slipping between my lips, I jump as
it touches the skin in between. The zig zagging
actually keeps the ice from making anything hurt;
hurting was what I had feared was going to happen.
I feel Master's fingers lightly along the inside of my
neck; I turn my head exposing my neck to his touch. I
close my eyes. His touch... The ice... Hmmmmm...
Master bites lightly along my shoulders. My head rolls
forward, lifting my shoulders toward his mouth. The ice
touches my clit. I move it away quickly. My back
tingles from Master's touch. I feel my muscles
contracting inside me. Is it a response to the ice? Or
to Master's touch?
Master lifts my pony tail and kisses the back of my
neck, running his tongue lightly along the skin
surface. My nipples harden at the kiss. My kegel's
spasm as I feel his tongue. My back arches - pressing
my neck toward him and my hips into my hands.
The right hand is empty, the ice melted. I move that
hand and its cold, cold fingers to my breasts -
touching my nipples. As the left hand touches my clit
off and on with ice, I feel myself slowly going numb.
Master runs the flats of his teeth along my neck. Oh
wow! That sent a spark all through me - a shot of
warmth and total tingling from top to bottom.
I notice a new feeling in my crotch - I don't like it.
"The ice almost hurts Master."
"Are you numb slave?"
Is that it? Is the numbing what hurts? "Yes Master."
"Good. You may stop."
I move my hands away. I'm cold.
"Now put the ice in your mouth and swallow."
He knows how I feel about tasting myself. Ugh!!! "Yes
Master."
"You may crush it if you need to. Tell me when it's
done."
I pop the ice into my mouth before I can think. I love
ice - love chewing it - just forget where it has been!
It's ice!!
"It's done Master. I bit it."
"Good girl. Now you can either choose your shirt or
shorts."
"May I ask for what, or just a blind choice Master?"
"Blind."
Damn! "Shorts Master."
"OK. Put the shirt on."
"Yes Master." I reach to the floor and grab my shirt
and slip it on.
"Good girl. Now you may sit."
"Thank you Master."
"Now tell me what you think of the ice."
Wow! My mind is spinning. "I now know why guys react to
ice the way they do Master - when a woman uses it on
them."
"Hmmmmm. So you enjoyed it?"
"Too much apprehension of the unknown, but overall -
Yes, I did."
"Do you think you are going to be sarcastic with anyone
else? Or tease someone again?"
Most likely - YES! But, I'll try to make sure it's not
him first. "No Master."
"Hmmmmm." He looks like he doesn't believe me. Darn he
knows me too well.
END
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