HighCaliberDom

People are fascinating. We are a true mix of talents, experiences, complexities, desires, strengths, weaknesses and hope.

Relationships are a balancing act of attraction, relation, commonality, goals and ideals. Kink adds an extra layer of intricacy.

I see a dichotomy in many profiles on here: the desire to be seen alongside a desire to be enveloped in a new lifestyle.

Rush

I could feel the blood coursing through my veins. My skin was flushed and I could feel my heart beat with excitement. I cast my gaze downward, taking in the full length of the beauty who had submitted to me. Sweat glistend from her soft skin. Her arms and legs stretched to their full extent. Her eyes pleading. Her mouth clentched on the gag which stifled her words, but did little to muffle her moans.

It was her idea. She wanted to have her limits pushed. Pushed beyond her previous play. I was riding her edge in so many ways. Keeping her on the brink. Permission withheld. Applying pleasure, and pain according to her liking, but never enough. She could flirt with her orgasm, but I held her back. Torture, but not from pain. Torture from the pleasure without release.

I abandoned her to her need. That look on her face. Pleading with her eyes and body.

I wanted a break. Taking my time.

Poured myself a tall ice water to cool off. I walked back the ice clinking in my glass.

The bed complained as I settle next to her. She did not. I was greeted with an expectant look. A smirk even. She was ready for the next chaper. She knew that the story had not run its course.

I admired the marks that I left on her body. Hand prints and crop marks set upon a pink background from a generous amount of flogging. I plucked an ice cube from my glass. Gentlly traced my marks with the ice, leaving a trail of water and a slight shiver from my submissive.

My tracing spiraled around her breasts encouraging her nipples to their full extent.

I teased her belly button then towards her clit. I alternated between a vibrator and the ice until it melted. I retrieved the remaining ice from my glass. Traced her inner thigh. I rub the entrance before slipping the ice inside. I could see the discomfort, as I relished my control. Inserted another piece for good measure.

I could feel the blood flowing to my cock. Engorged and ready.

I rubbed the head against her, before sliding inside. I savored the cold created by her internal ice bath. It was time to get started...