Her Cyber-Doms instructions were as follows:
“As for your punishment, it will start with this. You must use your left hand to masturbate with your vibrator, and in your right hand you must hold an ice cube. Every 5 second, not 4 not 6 but 5, you must touch it to your clit very quickly. You will do this until you orgasm! But only once, you only get one! Then you must write me and tell me how the experience went. If you fail to comply with this punishment, it will get much worse for you my dear… don’t question, and don’t argue! Just come for me in this fashion!”
As any obedient submissive would, she followed his orders to the letter. Then she wrote him this reply:
All day I thought about how I was going to do this. It seemed easy enough. I looked for the moment I would have some time alone, to myself. That moment never seemed to come. Most of the day had already passed and it was nearing the time for you to wake. What would I say if it weren’t there in time? Tell the truth or a lie? I spent the last few hours of my day wrapping up household chores and putting my son to bed, while I mulled over this silently in my head. Master was just arriving home and the first thing he asked about was the punishment. “Did you do as you were told by your Cyber Master today?” Oh, Crap! I thought. I didn’t see THAT coming. I sucked in my breath, half–winced and quietly replied “No Sir, not yet”. I could see the disappointment come to his face. “You know, it’s almost morning there,” he said. As I looked up at the clock, I realized that the witching hour had come. It was 7am in Iraq. Disappointment washed over me as I realized I failed to comply with my orders. I failed my first punishment. It was a sinking feeling. Damn!
As I served Master his dinner, he watched me but said nothing more. He didn’t have to – his expressions spoke volumes. He would glance at the clock and look back at me, then look away. A glimmer of hope began to infiltrate my thoughts… “There’s still time”. I proceeded straight to the freezer and filled a small bowl with ice cubes. Passing Master in the living room, with the bowl in my hand, he didn’t even look at me. I tried to stay focused and went to the night table for the big red vibrator and silicone gel. I glanced at the bed and thought “No… not there”. The ice was melting too rapidly from the humidity with the open window. I retreated to the office, passing the living room by way of the hall. I happened to glance in and noticed Master gone. As I opened the office door, there he was at the desk. “I want to watch you fulfill your punishment” he said firmly. “Yes Sir”, I replied and said nothing more.
I positioned myself sideways on the chair, with my right leg draped over the arm and my left leg planted for leverage on the floor. Pushing the buttons of the vibrator, the red glass tip lit up indicating heat, and I set the pace for slow. Opening the lube, I poured a few drops onto the vibrator and placed it to my pussy lips. It felt so good, that I almost forgot my purpose. Master was watching intently, with a sly grin on his face. He didn’t say anything, just watched my every move. As my lips began to swell, I reached for the ice. Its large half moon shape and my silicone coated fingers made it hard to hold. This was going to be harder than I thought. As I brought the ice cube closer, the melting water was dripping down my thighs and causing me to gasp at the coldness. My pussy began to twitch and pulse as I swirled the heated tip around my hood. Suddenly, I pulled the tip away and placed the cube directly onto my clit. I shouted, as it sent shockwaves through my body. The red vibrator felt so good and warm as I placed it back onto my hood. Then I counted in my head, “one, two, three, four, five”, and placed the ice back on my clit.
Breaking my concentration was the sound of Masters voice “Count out loud, Slut!” he commanded as the ice hit my pussy. Another loud gasp crossed my lips with a faint “Yes, Sir” trailing off. I placed the vibe inside my cunt and counted again “one, two, three, four, five”. My moans took on a falsetto pitch as the ice permeated my pussy and I neared orgasm. My breath turned into shallow gasps as I pumped the vibe that was deep in my pussy. I was picturing your eyes, watching me, in my head. I started counting again, “one, two, three, four, five”. This time, when the ice hit my clit, my body thrust forward and almost threw me onto the floor. I was panting simultaneously through deep-throated moans.
Again, my concentration was broken by the sound of Masters voice. “On your knees, wench. You’re going to do this right! You will shove that vibe up into your pussy and plant you naughty little ass on that large pillow – I want to see that vibrator disappear within you “. He then placed the large pillow on the floor in front of himself and motioned me to it. I complied and responded “Yes, Sir”. Straddling the pillow on my knees, I placed the vibe in my pussy and began to lower myself onto it. I was having trouble going all the way down on the 9-inch vibe until I felt Masters hands on my shoulders. Forcefully he pressed down, impaling me on the beast. “Now rock and count!” he commanded. I began to rock and again counted: “One, two, three, four, five” and placed the cube on my clit. My body writhed as another loud scream blurted out. My eyes were closing as I neared orgasm again. “Keep your eyes open and look at me while you do this!” he said teasingly. As I opened my eyes and began to count, I couldn’t help but notice that his cock had swelled enormously and was directly in line with my face. He was stroking it as he watched me… Like a lion stalking its prey. As my body shuddered from the ice sliver, Master grabbed me by the nipples and squeezed down hard. I cried out half in pain, half in ecstasy. My hips were rocking the pillow, shoving the vibe deep within, as my orgasm grew ever closer. Once more, I began to count aloud: “One, two, three, four, five”. As I placed this frigid member on my clit, I screamed out, only to be muffled by Masters cock, being shoved down my throat. He grabbed my hair by the ponytail and forcefully pulled my lips down on his shaft. He was deeply pumping at my face as he counted for me; “One, two, three, four, five – Now!” I felt this wave roll over me as the ice touched my swollen clit this time. I wanted to cry out but was muffled by him furiously fucking at my face, his balls bottoming out on my chin. The ice had melted where I left it. As the warmth of my wetness began to trickle down my leg and replaced the cold, he withdrew his still stiff member from my throat. My pussy still throbbing and twitching as I rocked out what was left of me.
Pulling me by my hair while lifting me to my feet, he growled “So you want TWO Masters, do you?” Before I could even reply, he asked, “Do you think you can handle two of us?” I was almost afraid to answer, but got up the courage and replied bravely “Yes, Sir” and then grinned slightly. That was a mistake. A big mistake. An evil look came over him and with the one hand on my ponytail, the other tightly holding me in place; he forced me face down over the arm of the chair and said, “Let’s see!” His legs pinned mine together closely and he rammed his cock deep inside me. Pulling on my tail and cocking my head back, he pumped deeply and furiously. With his free hand, he began to spank me hard as he pumped. “Still think you can handle it?” he said in-between grunts. I almost couldn’t answer from the pummeling, but still managed to blurt out “YES-S-S-S-S, SIR-R-R-R-R!” The fire in my pussy was welling up and could feel I was close yet again. I begged him “May I cum Sir, Please!” He didn’t lose stride, as he responded loudly, “NO! Not yet!” I could barely hold on and thought I might not be able to comply. Then, out of the corner of my right-eye, I saw his leg appear up on the desk. He thrust his cock as far in me as it would go and I swear that I saw stars. Still holding my head back, his body slapped mine so furiously, that I was uncontrollably grunting to the rhythm. Again, I begged him to let me cum. He did not answer. His pace quickened even further and through gritted teeth he replied, “NOWWWW!” As I let the fire within take over, the warmth of my juices surrounding his cock sent him right over the edge. His body jerked and contorted as he released his pleasures deep inside. Cum splashed everywhere as he kept pumping until he was completely drained. His legs finally gave out and as he dropped to his knees, his shrinking member slipping out of my still throbbing pussy. He lay there on the carpet, sweating and exhausted, but through his labored breathing said “You know what to do”. I could barely stand up, as my legs were numb and felt like rubber. I turned and dropped to my knees, and proceeded to lick our juices off his now-limp cock. He moaned as I cleaned him with my tongue. When I was nearly done, his hands guided me up, and he cradled me in his arms. Chucking with a grin, he said, “You did very well my sweet girl. Maybe you can handle this. We shall see”. As the exhaustion overcame us, we quietly drifted off to sleep, right there, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“I have done what you asked, Master”, she wrote in her reply. Does this please you, Sir? Then she signed it:
Your humble servant
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