The sun beat down on my face as I lay on the beach in some faraway place. The heat was amazing, the breezes was enough so not to make it uncomfortable. The tide was just starting to come back in and lap at my feet. I wanted to stay here forever.
'Click'
There was no one else on the beach, just me and my thoughts. The sun started to set on the sea, reflecting over the gentle waves and bouncing over my pale skin, my bare breasts, warming me through to my core.
'Click'
As I looked down stray red curls fell from my hair and reflected light, making me think again back to the fire in the sun. My mind was at peace for the first time in a long time.
'Click'
I searched for the origin of the clicking noise, the one that had aroused me from the peaceful revere I had wandered into, but I couldn't find it.
'Click'
Louder that time. That time it finally dragged me from my blissful dream. I started to stretch and wipe the sleep from my eyes when more clinking followed and I realized I couldn't move more than a few inches here and there. My eyes flew open, the peaceful images of sunset gone like a memory of twenty years gone by. As my eyes adapted to the dim light I saw I was chained to my bed, unlike normal, when the chains came from underneath to allow more comfort, the chains came from the corners of the bed, giving me very little freedom and causing total submission.
I looked around the room to find the one responsible but there was no one around. I strained my head to look up and out my bedroom door, yet still I could not see or hear anyone. My heart started to pound as I lay there thinking, I was sure I had been asleep and literally just woken up, not chained like this before I went to sleep. I raised my head once more to check for my clothing, when I normally slept I wore a vest and shorts, I was exposed as naked as I could be. I felt small beads of panicky sweat start to form across my skin.
I started to breathe more rapidly as my heart pounded in my ears, I desperately tried to figure out how I had wound up in this predicament  As much as I hated to admit it, I could feel my pulse in my groin, pounding sending secret messages of longing that it would be abused. How could my brain be afraid but my body yearn to be used in such a way?
'Click'
I whipped my head round so fast, how had I not noticed him come up the stairs. My mouth dropped open and though I wanted to stop, all the fire in me went straight to my crotch. It was my Sir, my Master. He stood at the bottom of the bed watching over me. He held an ice box which you placed gently down beside the bed. "Now Rose, you are only to use a few words. Yellow - enough slow down. Red - stop, please - when you want to come. Of course I can deny you this. Do you understand pet?"
When ever my sir called me Rose my pussy became instantaneously wet, I squirmed on the bed, and he raised an eyebrow at my misdemeanour. "I understand sir." I take a deep breath and try to control the longing to reach out and grab him, the man that had such control over me.
From behind his back he pulled a long silk scarf, smiling that sexy smile I knew would get me into trouble. He walked up the side of the bed and leaned over me, before taking away one of my senses he kissed me. it started softly, gently, lingering and just when I think you're going to pull away he kissed me like I've never been kissed, nor will be again, sending adrenaline pumping all over my body not knowing which direction to go in first. Before I could gather my thoughts, he'd pulled away and placed the silk scarf gently over my eyes; obediently I lifted my head and allow him to gently tie off the scarf securing it in place.
I tried to calm myself by breathing as he's has taught me many times whilst practicing my slave positions, focusing on my inner self and my breath. As I inhaled I could smell his aftershave on the scarf, sending a mixture of soothing aromas and tantalising scents keeping my nerves on edge. I knew he was there, out of sight and reach but there. Just as I started to relax I heard him rustle in the box beside the bed and then felt the weight shift on the bed. He was beside me, I can sense him there, the longing and desire I felt was incredible and he had hardly touched me!
His hands started at my wrists and gently stroked all the way down my arms, forming little circles, spirals, words which I would try to figure out if it wasn't for the feather soft sensations getting closer and closer to my chest, driving me higher and higher. I moaned out loud and start to breathe a little more deeply and he knew that I had totally succumbed to sub space. As he got to my breasts he drew tiny spirals upwards getting closer and closer towards my nipples. I arch my back, thrusting my chest towards him, trying to speed up his hands arrival at their destination. It's almost torture, but that was the idea wasn't it sir. When he got to my nipples he continued with the lightest touch, to stroke them and tease them. I longed for him to twist and bite my nipples to match the burning in my pussy, the juices that are flowing there, to use strength and passion that I knew he contained. It's almost too much and I knew that I had no other option but to say it "yellow sir".
"Good girl, Rose" with that he took my nipples in his fingers and twisted, nipping them till they burned and stood out hard for him. I let out a moan at this, I hoped that this torture is over, but before I could let out my breath and squirm, his hands had started their decent down my stomach. He continued their patterns of spirals, strokes and nonsensical words. I groaned out loud and heard him chuckle. As he got towards my pussy I tried to open my legs further for him, to give him more access but the chains clinked loudly, a cruel reminder of my limited movement. As he continued his decent he avoided my crotch, he knew I was ready from the musky smell of my sweet juices, he knew that I'd never been this wet for him before. I tried to move to catch his fingers as they trailed down my thighs but he quickly move them away and continued his way down, to my knees and calves.
Almost as quickly as everything started, he's not there. He's not touching me anymore. My body aches at the absence of his finger tips. I was left alone, my heart pounding, my skin tingling from his treatments, the adrenaline pounded through my system and my juices leaked from my pussy.
Just as suddenly I felt a cold breath blow over my breasts and nipples, the air was so cold. It stopped and started, so I knew it must be him, teasing me by blowing on me, but it was so cold. Then the next breath its warm, I could feel my nipples contracting, getting harder. I arched my back and gasped, I wanted him to nibble and bite but he didn't. Then his tongue glided round my nipple. When he sucked it into his mouth I felt the warmth of his tongue, the gentle laps he made, flicking the hard nub over and over. I pulled on my chains arching my back towards him wanting more of my breast in his mouth.
As he bit down on the nipple, and graze his teeth along the sensitive skin I felt the juices in my pussy starting to flow more freely. He moved onto the other nipple wanting to have both standing so perfectly. With each cold breath, lick and bite, I writhed on the bed. I longed for his attention to get lower, to see how wet his pretty little slave was for him. But I knew the rules to ask would be out of the question. So I lay and writhed, and feel my juices leak from my pussy in need of him.
I felt the bed move and a rustle, and then I felt the ice cube trail round my nipples, down my stomach and rest in my belly button. It's not there long I'm so hot, and I tried to stay still but I was breathing so fast.
Then cold breath blew over my pussy, I nearly screamed out. I pulled on my chains, hearing them clang in objection, and tried to tilt my pelvis up. He must be so close. He didn't touch me for the first few minutes, he just breathed, cold icy breath down my wet pussy.
I couldn't stand him being so close and not touching me. I needed him so much, I wanted to cum hard for him, I could feel my juices dribbling to my ass and all I wanted to do is show him how he had made me. My pulse was beating so hard in my ears and thrumming through my veins so fast. Finally I gave in; I scream and practically begged "yellow sir". He didn't reply but instead he slid his tongue up my pussy. Wrapping your mouth round my clit he chased an ice cube round it.
I bucked up against his face; I knew to ask before I lost control "please sir?"
"Yes rose, cum hard" with that he buried his face deep in my pussy sliding his tongue deep into me as he fucked me. I want to grab his head but with the chains in place all I could do is pull and hold on as my orgasm rocked me, sending wave after wave of pleasure and electricity to my pussy. As he lapped at the last of my cum, I felt him smile "good girl rose"
