First snowfall …

 

Mistress Maria and meat were wrapped in each other’s arm nuzzling and caressing, while warming themselves by the flickering light of the log fire.  The snow had begun to fall four hours after the sun had set and an ankle-deep blanket of powdery white covered the patio.

The mistress studied his bare feet.  The soles swept from toe to heel in a graceful arch.  Each toe had a pliable bottom pad and a wisp of short hair on top.  The skin looked soft and seemed so exposed.  Bare feet signaled his submission to her. Her slave never wore shoes around the house — his idea; though, she would have ordered it if she had thought of it.  Every morning before first light, he fetched the newspaper for her, padding barefoot down the 300-foot-long, gravel and asphalt drive to the street and back —regardless of spring rains, burning summer sun, or when autumn frost shimmered on the lawn.

She slipped her hand into meat’s pants.  He never wore underwear.  Her fingertips touched his soft, warm cock.  She felt her toy begin to harden and grow. Meat closed his eyes and she wished she could feel what he was feeling.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered, withdrawing her hand.

Meat opened his eyes, pushed himself first to a sitting position. Then he stood before her.  He pulled the T-shirt over his head from the bottom up, then unfastened his jeans, let them drop to the floor then stepping out of them.  He was tall and especially dark-skinned for a Scandinavian with a light touch of hair on his chest and a cluster of curly pubic hair around his cock and balls.  Once she had thought about shaving his crotch smooth to find out if the savory taste of his cock extended to his balls and surrounding flesh.  It would also be convenient, she thought, not to have to pluck the occasional annoying pubic hair off her tongue.

“I want you in cuffs and collar, and bring me the bag,” she commanded.  

He turned without speaking and left the warmth of the fire.  She watched the muscles of his ass flex and release as he walked away from her.  He was very sexy when he was naked. She felt her crotch throbbing.

If he had been delicious before, when he returned wearing his spiked collar and thick wrist and ankle cuffs, she had to press her thighs together to control her urge to pull him down on top of her.

“Open the bag,” she ordered.

He obeyed, then set down the bag in front of her and without being told turned his back to her with wrists positioned for her to lock them together.  She fished a tiny, golden padlock out of the bag, pulled together the chrome and steel rings attached securely to each wrist cuffed and locked his wrists together behind his back.  He turned to face her again. His cock was bobbing up and down as if it new what she had in mind.

She fished into the bag again.  This time she pulled out a chrome and steel ring as big around as a cock, with a dark, leather thong tied to it.  The thong looped around the thickness of the thick ring and its too ends dangled down about nine inches.  She position the ring against his belly where the base of his penis attaches, then let the two ends of the thong dangle along each side of his cock and scrotum.  Pulling the two ends of the thong together, she crossed them behind his ball sack in a simple knot.  Then grasping an end in each hand, she roughly pulled the knot tight.

meat gasped.

Mistress Maria smiled inwardly, satisfied that the thong encircling her slave’s scrotum was taut enough.  She wrapped the thong around the front of his balls, crossing the ends, then circling the scrotum again and again until just enough of the thong ends were left to tie a secure knot.  When she was done his scrotum was tightly wrapped with the tough leather lace and his scrotum was stretched tight tiny drum skins over the two egg-shaped nuggets of his testicles.

Next, she extracted from the bag a thin, strong chain with steel rings at each end.  One end she padlocked to the stout chrome and steel ring now attached to his genitals by the leather thong.  The other end she threaded through the large steel ring attached to his collar at the Adam’s apple, then clipped the end of the dog leash to it.  She tugged on the leash to test her work and could see the rig lift his cock and balls as she had wanted.

Finally, she lifted the weighted nipple clamps out of the bag.  They were spring-wire clamps, hooked together by a slender, but strong chain, and they had the strongest bite of any of the clamps in the bag.  Also, from the bag she extracted the upside-down, leather “V” that attaches to the ring of the collar.  Standing, she locked it in place on the collar, then clipped a clamp to a pinch of flesh the size of a tongue tip on each of her slave’s nipples.  The “V” had clasps at the end of each leather strap, which she hooked to each wire nipple clamp, not only pinching his nipples, but also cruelly folding their tortured flesh up and toward the spiked collar around his neck.

Mistress Maria grasped the leather handle of the leash, raised it and tugged again.  The leash raised the chain linking the nipple clamps, tugging the clamps and forcing the slave to step forward to ease the pressure.  Her lead was complete.  She could now walk him by the leash, which he would have to follow to relieve the pain the clamps caused his nipples, and when she pulled harder the leather thong would tighten around his balls.  He would follow wherever she led him.

From the bag she retrieved the zapper.  The zapper was a devilish device, shaped like a tennis racket, only instead of gut strings it had row after row of parallel wires that could be electrically charged from the batteries in its handle by merely holding down the button that activated it.  When discharged against bare flesh, the jolt of the zapper flashed like a camera strobe and snapped like a pair of clapped hands.  Even the most submissive slave usually needed to be securely restrained before the zapper was applied to sensitive nerve endings.  The snap of a discharged zapper would invariably elicit a moan and often would stimulate a shriek.  She had installed a pair of fresh batteries to be sure it would have maximum effect.  When meat saw the hated device his eyes widened, but he had more respect for his mistress than to speak.

Digging one last time into the bag, Mistress Maria pulled out a pair of dice.  Then without explanation, she dropped the pair into a deep ceramic bowl, and smiled into his eyes so devilishly that her eyes sparkled.

“Now you’re ready,” she said.  “Wait here.”  She left the room.  When she returned about five minutes later she was dressed for the outdoors in ski jacket, snow boots, a stocking cap and gloves.  She took the leather leash handle in one of her gloved hands. Turning toward the glass windows looking out onto the snow-covered patio, she led him by the leash, sliding open the door, then stepping out onto the freezing patio stone and into the ankle deep snow.  Along the edge of the covered swimming pool in the dark, they walked.  Not once did she turn to see how he was doing, nor did she slow her pace when the leash pulled taut for a moment until he stumbled faster to keep up with his mistress. But she enjoyed every step of his discomfort – the drifting snowflakes that quickly melted when they alighted on his warm flesh, footstep after barefoot step he took into the glowing white, ankle deep snow.  Her clitoris throbbed with her arousal, and she craved the feel of his hard cock in her belly.  His cock would be even sweeter as a pleasure delayed.

She didn’t turn to look at him until they reached the far end of the patio where the thick round pipes in summer would support the diving board. 

“Put one foot on this side of this pipe and the other over here,” she ordered.

He did as he was told.

She bent down and locked together his ankle cuffs with another of the tiny padlocks.  He would be able to move a couple of feet forward and backward, limited by where the ends of the 4-inch pipe were embedded in the swimming pool concrete.

Mistress Maria took the stocking cap off her own head and pulled it down over his, pulling it down over his ears and eyes like a blindfold.  “There that should keep your ears warm. Wait here,” she said, giggling at her own joke. 

She returned to the house.  When she came back she was carrying a stool, which she set in the snow in front of him and planted herself on it.

“Here are the rules,” she said.  “I don’t need to tell you this, but you are forbidden to speak.  There is only one exception — one word, which I will explain to you in a moment. 

“You will stay out here in the snow until you complete one of two tasks I have devised for you.  The first task is to have an orgasm.  The second task is to ask for the zapper.  Which task you complete is up to you, but you will complete one of them. 

“Since you aren’t able to touch yourself, I don’t expect you would ever be able to complete the first task, to reach orgasm without my help.  So your Mistress will help you. You may use my lips and tongue to arouse yourself.  I will sit right here in front of you with my mouth open, all you need to do is bend forward as far as you can stretch to touch my lips and tongue with the tip of your cock.  As soon a you make yourself cum, I will release your ankle cuffs and lead you back into that nice warm house.

“As for the second task.  It’s for you to use as the key to getting back into the house if you decide to give up on the first task.  Here’s how it works.  You have my permission to say one word at any time.  That word is ‘zapper.’  Just as soon as you say the word, I will go back to the house.  There I will role the dice three times and take the highest role of the dice.  Then I’ll come back out here with the zapper. 

“I’m going to hold the button down with the zapper in front of you, and you’re going to zap your own cock as many times as the high roll of the dice. I’ll count each zap for you. 

“To make the task more challenging, you will observe the discipline of silence. You may not use your vocal cords to make any kind of sound until I give you permission to speak back in the house.  If you break the discipline of silence, voluntarily or otherwise, I’ll start over counting from Number One.

“Oh, by the way two more rules.  Doubles on the dice doubles the number of zaps. And, I’m not going to tell you how many times you must zap your cock until you’ve completed them all.”

She thought she heard a slight moan, but couldn’t be sure. 

“You may start, then,” she said.  “Task 1 I presume.”

She bent down to the height of his cock and opened her mouth.  Meat arched his back and thrust out his cock, moving it from side to side searching for the elusive sensation until the tip of his cock brushed up against her lips.  Then he did moan and thrust, struggling to plunge his swollen cock into her mouth.  But she kept her sweet lips and tongue tantalizingly at the edge of his reach.  She loved the feel of the soft skin on the head of his cock when it brushed against her lips again and again in its fruitless quest to find relief, and she had no intention of permitting her slave to reach orgasm, no matter how desperately he tried.

She could see the goose flesh on his belly when he thrust his cock unsuccessfully toward her mouth.  Yet he struggled on.  After several unfulfilled minutes, even the hot head of his engorged cock began to feel cool to the touch. She knew that the deep snow would be feeling like fire between his toes and beneath the soles of his feet.  And still he struggled on.

Then, without warning he stopped.  His hips pulled back and he whispered “zapper.”

She giggled.  “I thought you loved to put your throbbing cock in my mouth more that,” she said.  “So, Task 2 it is.”

She stood up from the stool and forced herself not to run back to the house.  Let him get a little more desperate, she thought devilishly.

Inside she shook the dice in her cupped hands. Then she dropped the pair into the ceramic bowl.  They clattered and bounced around like droplets of water on a hot griddle, then stopped.  The first role was a 2 and a 1.  Disappointing.  She rolled again.  Double 4s.  “Yes!” She blurted.  The final role was 2 and 5.  Double 4s it was.  Sixteen zaps.  It would be a test of his submission to her.

She picked up the zapper and headed back to the far end of the patio.  Meat was shivering heavily. 

“Go quickly, slave and we’ll have you warm in no time,” she said, then held the zapper far enough in front of his cock so he would have to reach like he had in Task 1.  “Whenever you are ready.”

Tentatively he arched his back and explored the cold air with his swollen cock.  She had been holding the button on for almost a minute when his cock touched the wire mesh.  The spark flashed and snapped like a dry twig.  His hips jerked back reflexively and he sucked air between his clenched teeth.

“One.”

He shook his hips, which made his cock swing from side to side. Then he steeled himself, thrust his hips forward again, this time more bravely.  ZAP!

“Agh!” he blurted, yanking his hips back again.

“Silence!” she shouted.  “Start again.”

His cock touched the zapper.  ZAP!

“One.”

He thrust his cock forward. Again, ZAP!

“Two.”

His cock was as big around as an unpeeled banana.  ZAP!

“Three.”

He was breathing harder. Thrust. ZAP!

“Four.”

He began to pant. Thrust. ZAP!

Thrust. ZAP!

Thrust. ZAP!

“Five. Six. Seven. I’m impressed.  Let’s see you do that again,” she cooed.

Thrust. ZAP!

Thrust. ZAP!

Thrust. ZAP!

Thrust. ZAP!

“Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.”

He was panting hard, now. Then his cock began to pulse and shoot sperm in long arching shots onto the zapper.

“Aaaaggggggghhhhh!” he groaned deep down in his throat as he emptied his loins.

Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!

Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!

Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!

Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!

Thrust. ZAP!

“Silence!  Start over,” she commanded.