Postby Estelle » Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:22 pm
As the pillow was tied over my head, I lowered it, and felt myself start to cry. Not only was I helpless to talk, but now helpless to see what was going to happen to me. And yet, at the same time, I could feel myself getting hot. I had always wondered what it was like to be tied up, and it was quite a rush to be completely helpless to stop my captor from exploring my body. And the fact taht she had mentioned giving me a shower later, really started to turn me on. I struggled against my bonds, but could hear her coming back.
"Let's cool you off," she said, grabbing a piece of ice and rubbing it along the back of my neck. It made me jump and squeal, as the super cold, sharp sensation shot through my whole body. "Aww, how cute," she said, using her other hand to tickle my sides which made me squeal and laugh into my gag, not wanting to, but unable to keep from doing. "It would be easier if you didn't have that shirt on," she said, making my eyes grow wide, although she couldn't see them. She returned only seconds later and said, "Your shirt is coming off whether you like it or not. So you can be still and let me safely cut it off, or you can struggle and risk getting cut. Either way, it's coming off." I nodded my head and felt her slowly but surely cut my shirt off, revealing a full 36DD bra. "Oh, wow! Jackpot!" she said as she slid a piece of ice into each cup. I squealed and began squirming as much as possible to try and shake the ice free, but to no avail. "I like the look of that! Please, continue!" she said, so I stopped and squeezed my eyes together, wincing at the intense coldness of the ice cubes pressed against my nipples which were hardening. "Oh, okay, then I'll make you!" she said, lightly tickling my legs which made me squirm violently in vain.
"I think you can afford to lose the pants as well!" she beamed at me, cutting them off in the same fashion, leaving me in a black thong. "Wow, how sexy," she admired my body. I lowered my head and she giggled. "Oh, come on! I saw you trying to look sexy earlier! Well, it worked!" She dropped a piece of ice down the front side my thong and then reached down and lodge the ice into me which made me scream to the top of my lungs into my gag and beg her to let me go and stop torturing me. She must have heard me. "But you're so sexy and fun to torture! My own little plaything." It sent a shiver down my spine when she called me sexy, and her little plaything. I continued to writhe in my bonds, but my struggles became weaker and weaker, and I made no progress in freeing my clit or tits from the ice.
"Well, looks like I've had all the fun I can have with you in this position. What do you say we put you in another position, but without the bra?" she asked.