The Cold Air

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The soft black cloth went over my eyes. Take away my sense of sight, and I am instantly turned on. I find being blindfolded, unable to see, relying only on my trust in my Dom, as a level up on my submission. It is yet another way I show Him how much I trust him. The feeling of total surrender, and no chance of turning back turns me on beyond what my old vanilla self could comprehend.

We drove for what felt like hours. I had no idea where Sir was taking me. As we drove the normal sounds of city traffic slowly faded away. Sir was playful, occasionally he had reached over and caressed my knee, then thigh, my neck.

“You are so sexy Kitten. Who do you belong to?”

My reply was charged with an extra amount of sexual tension. “I belong to you, Sir.”

I felt the shift of the car as it traveled winding roads. The popping of my ears several times indicated we had traveled to higher elevations. I heard the car tires crunch on gravel as we came to a stop.

I noted the opening of Sirs car door and there was more crunching of gravel as He walked to my side of the car and opened my door. I was dressed as I had been instructed, a light sundress and comfortable shoes. I felt a cool breeze. Sir unbuckled me and helped me to my feet. As I stood inhaling the fresh mountain air. It was cooler here. I heard Him close and the passenger door, and I felt a soft fleece blanket placed around my shoulders.

“Wait here.” He said. I sensed Sir walking to the back of the car, and I heard the trunk open and close.

Taking my hand, we began to walk. “Follow me.”

“Yes Sir!” I replied.

“Do you trust me?” He asked moving so close to my ear it became warm.

“Yes Sir. I trust you.” I smiled with anticipation of experiencing something unknown. This not knowing what a scene will be is a kink for me, the anticipation is part of the thrill. I have agreed to this, I understand deeply what it means to surrender.

I was led across uneven ground feeling the crisp air on my face, hearing the dry leaves under my feet.

Occasionally we stopped as He guided me over an obstacle. Then suddenly we stopped, and I heard Him drop what sounded like a duffle bag. Suddenly the blanket was yanked off my shoulders. I heard the blanket fall on crunching leaves.

“Sir, may I pee?” I asked tentatively. It had been an exceptionally long drive.

“Yes, Kitten you may. Do it right here where you stand. Don’t take off your panties.”

I did as I was told. I let my bladder empty and felt the warm liquid create a little pool in my panties before it gave way and ran through the material and down my legs. This was an amazing feeling

Sir asked again, “Do you trust me?” before I could answer, he added, “This is the last opportunity to turn back.”

“I trust you Sir. I know I am safe.”

“Present for binding. “ Sir commanded.

I stretched both arms straight in front of me, and felt the familiar soft lined leather cuffs, placed on my wrists. My arms were each pulled, extended out and up, presumably to trees. Next, He bound my ankles, and my legs were stretched wide. The last act of binding was to remove my day collar and put on my true collar. “Mine.” He whispered in my ear.   

I felt a cool breeze, goose bumps popped up all over my skin. It was not just because of the cold. The explicit feeling of abandonment had my nipples so hard they hurt. My pussy was already wet and could smell the intoxicating aroma of urine mixed with the scent of arousal.

I heard Sir rustling through the bag, items were thrown out on ground, and suddenly the unmistakable sound of chain. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t felt the chain yet, just the sound gives me goose bumps. The chain was dropped near my feet, but not close enough to touch.

“We are in the middle of nowhere.” Sir was back at my side. “I can do whatever I want, nobody can stop me. You can’t stop me.”

There it was that flicker of fear as my gut clenched. “I trust you.” My voice quivered, and I am not sure who I was trying to convince, Him or me.

I felt something cold on my neck, just below my ear, then a sharp point lightly pressing into my skin. A knife was now being trailed across my neck and down toward my cleavage. I heard the tearing and ripping as he sliced through the front of the dress.  More tearing as he slowly cut the dress off of me, and I felt it fall away.

Despite the cold air I was hot and sweaty. Sir continued to cut away my clothing. My bra, slowly one strap at a time. Then I waited, breathing heavily, for what might come next. The sexual energy was so intense I thought I might have an orgasm from the anticipation alone.

I waited, breathing, sensing that He was just standing there, watching me. I suddenly wondered; might he just leave me like this. I could hear birds and the sound of the wind through the trees, but nothing else no traffic or city noise. We were miles from anything. He was enjoying the anticipation, I was certain of it, and I was certain there was much more to come.

I have no idea how long I stood there, shivering waiting. Then He moved again, placing the side of knife blade against my pussy lips through my soaked panties. Next, he drug the knife up, and sliced one side of my panties. He slowly drug the knife over to the next side, one last slice and I was completely naked.

I felt the drip of sexual anticipation run from my pussy down my inner thigh. More moments of nothing. I was beginning to wonder if I might orgasm or die from anticipation, maybe both. I heard His pants unzipping, and clothes being discarded. From behind I felt a hand between my legs as He felt my wet pussy, then suddenly His thick cock shoved into me. His member was harder and thicker than I ever remembered, and for a moment I almost panicked. Had He betrayed a hard limit, was this someone else? No this was my Sir, it must be.  He began to fuck me slowly pounding into me and I came violently squirting all over his cock. It was made intense from the hours of anticipation.

He pulled out, and there was more waiting. He was breathing heavily. I heard him move in front of me now and felt his warm lips on my clit. This was my Sir. The man who knows my needs and wants so well. He sucked and licked, and stuck his fingers inside me, I did not take long to cum all over his fingers, and I continued to cum for many more minutes. He continued to eat my pussy until my knees were beginning to buckle. The only thing keeping me upright were the bindings stretching me open and exposed.

Sir moved up the front of my body and sucked my nipples, it was intense, they were so rigid a sharp pain ran through them. I came again.

My legs were sticky.

Sir moved once again to my back, and again His cock entered my pussy, slowly he fucked me: one two three four orgasms, they just kept coming and he kept thrusting into me, deep and hard like I love.

I knew the noises; I could tell Sir was close to cumming. Suddenly he bit into my neck, and I came with Sir; it was that electric type of orgasm the kind that feels like a needle of electricity driving up through my clit.

I was limp, hanging from my binds. I began to shake, followed shortly by the sobbing that accompanies an intense sexual scene.

I felt the blanket wrap around my shoulders, and my arms and legs were released, and Sir lowered me to the ground. He wrapped his arms around me, and we laid on forest floor. The blindfold was removed.

“I love you Kitten.”

“I love you Sir,”

The acts of nurture, service, and love

If you have ever seen us in public and commented on my clothing, you know my standard response is, “Dr. Payne buys all my dresses!” I say it with a smile. It is a dictated protocol response, however people who know me personally know how much I love this. The phrase is attached to the act. Dr. Payne buys the dresses to be sure of a certain look, but I am the one who makes an effort to pair items together with the proper makeup for the look He loves so much. I love getting dressed up for Dr. Payne – for events, for date night, for Him. His look when I have perfectly achieved the pinup style that I adore is priceless. I feel pretty and wanted. He feels honored and proud to see His Kitten well adorned. These are balms for an old wound of feeling ugly and unwanted.

There are other aspects of my outward appearance that are not part of our Power Exchange Dynamic but are still within the form of service. This involves the other member of our group: Princess. There is no Power Exchange between Princess and myself; we have a more intimate relationship than just lovers. The things we do for each other are acts of love. Princess has become my nail artist, but this is more than just painting my nails and making them pretty. There is a sincere intimacy in the touching of hands and feet, the tender caress on my hand as she grooms my nails, and even the quick tug bringing my hand back into place when I become distracted. In these moments between us, it is just us in silence enjoying the simple touch. This is the balm for an old wound of thinking that I was not good enough to let others do anything for me.

Putting on makeup is an act of grooming and service to myself. It becomes an act of service and bonding when Princess wants to do my makeup – girl time! Even the simple act of bathing myself is service to Dr. Payne. I must care for Sir’s property.

Then there are the times one of us is not well due to some physical illness, or a chronic issue that flares up. In these moments of physical or emotional pain, we care for each other. In these moments we are reminded that we serve the Collar, and of what it means to love each other.

This is not just Power Exchange, we are family. My service to Dr. Payne is not just service; I love this man and I love to serve Him. The service of presenting Dr. Payne or Princess an evening drink is an act that brings me great joy. This is a shared act of communion.

It becomes this circle of serving each other; service does not equal submission. The acts of service become a form of healing old wounds: damage others have done to us, and damage we have done to ourselves.

When you see us in public, when you see me on social media, you will know that I am healing those around me, and I am constantly being healed.

The cold metal plug

The sensation, and the emotional thoughts. It was sexy because nobody but Dr. Payne knew that I had it there, reminding me of its presence every time I shifted or moved. This was going to be an interesting day.

The feeling of cold metal on my bare skin is hard to describe. It’s like ice, but different; like the sting of a whip, but different. It is my kink; just the thought of cold metal on my skin makes my panties wet.

Dr. Payne gave me a simple order; “Pick a day, any day, and wear this to work, all day. You may not remove it until you get home.” He stood there holding the shiny silver princess plug with the pink jewel on the end.

Thankfully, I was not given this task on a Friday evening. My pussy was already wet.  I could not wait. I was immediately making plans to do this the next day.

The next morning as I went about my normal morning activities, I kept reminding myself, “Don’t forget the princess plug! Don’t forget the princess plug.”

It was the last thing I did before leaving for work. The cold metal sensation as it entered my ass was amazing. The cold spread through my body. My commute was an adventure of sensations produced by every tiny bump on the road.

As I went to start my day, there was the thrill of hiding something under my panties that nobody was aware of. I felt so sneaky and dirty. My coworkers had no idea.  I tried to concentrate on actual work, but this metal orb lodged in my ass was terribly distracting.  I spent more time in the ladies room that day than normal:

  • I took a picture to send to Dr. Payne.
  • I masturbated to several orgasms as quietly as I could.

More often than not I just played with the jewel to feel the sensations of it moving around. Sometimes a fellow employee would stop by my desk to chat, but I couldn’t pay any attention to what they were saying. I wanted to play with it some more.

As time went on the pleasure and excitement faded. There was something I hadn’t considered at the beginning of this little adventure. My body temperature was heating up the plug.

It did not help that it was a hot summer day. I texted Dr. Payne to inform him that I was becoming uncomfortable.

The response on my phone was quick, “If you take it out, I’ll have to punish you.”

“Sadist.” I texted.

A smiling devil emoji was the final response.

The last couple of hours at work were uncomfortable to put it lightly. The ride home was still an adventure of sensations, but they were quite different sensations.

I walked in the house and headed straight for the bathroom. It had become unbearably hot. I removed the offending hot object. As I was preparing to clean it and put it away, Dr. Payne came into the bathroom to watch me. He smiled wickedly.

The thought of the dirty kinky thing beneath my clothes that my coworkers were unaware of still thrills me. Next time, perhaps an overnight spent in the freezer would be wise. Maybe I will try this in winter.

The Kitchen Scene

He took my hand and led me around the kitchen island. No words were necessary, I knew I was to stand where I was placed. He pulled up my dress. Dr. Payne girls don’t wear pants at home.

I felt the sweetest sensation as my panties were slid off. Anyone could have caught a glimpse of my bare ass and our activities through the uncovered windows, but I didn’t care. We were home alone, and my Dominants gestures suggested this would be more than a simple fun spanking.

I leaned on the kitchen island, subspace was coming, and we both needed the headspace. I stood there obediently and felt his hands caress my ass, my thighs, my pussy. I heard the freezer door open. I did not say anything. The freezer meant cold, cold is my kink. Would it be a chain or perhaps a knife?

It did not matter, soon the feeling of cold was filling my pussy, and tapping gingerly at my ass. I was gone, enveloped by the delightful feeling of subspace.

At this point it becomes an amazing dream, only vaguely remembered. Cloudy recollections of a numb pussy, and multiple orgasms. I heard something solid placed on the counter. I did not look. It would break the spell.

It was not over. Dr. Payne fucked me right there in the open kitchen.

I am collared I am owned I am his.

I clung to the counter. I dare not let go, my legs were no longer capable of holding me up.

I was held at the end in my Dominants perfectly protecting arms. Once my head cleared, I looked at my new gifts sitting on the kitchen counter.

Future play spins in my head as I look at two glorious glass dildos.