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Pat and the cold room.
"What do you mean, I'm not enough of a masochist?" We were tussling thatspring over what it all meant. I don't think Pat knew about Janne, but I wasdissatisfied in general and ready for something to happen. Pat was a smallblonde woman, in her thirties then, pretty and sweet but not too adventurousto that point. More so than the woman I'd been married to when I met her. "Ilike a good spanking as much as anyone." I looked at her and didn't say anything. "Okay," shesaid, "what do you want to do then?" She was nervous. "Do you want to use yourbelt? Is that it?" I pulled my robe open to show her my hard cock. "I thinkyou are on the right track." She looked at my penis and then back at my face. "Youwant to whip me with your belt?" I sighed. "You just don't get it. I want tohurt you. I want to do whatever I want. I want you to want that. You don'twant that. It doesn't turn you on. It doesn't work if it doesn't turn you on."
We were sitting in the living room of the apartment on South Grand. Pat wason the couch and I was sitting in the rocking chair. "You don't know me aswell as you think you do." She was pissed off and I didn't think I'd be 'gettingany' any time soon. I thought about who I might go stay with for the interim,until I could find a place to live.
When I was first with Pat she was coming out of more than a decade with Larrywho was perhaps gay. They had had sex approximately fifty times in all thoseyears. Pat had had a couple of affairs, notably with her cross-the-street neighborand Larry's professional friend, John. After we connected she had tried toturn off the Janne thing in my life, but it would never go away. On some levelshe knew how much I loved that sharptongued skinny vixen. But at first Patand I had sex at least two and sometimes more than three times a day. Thiswent on for three years. During that time we were not particularly experimental,although we probably thought we were. We smoked a lot of pot and we fuckeda lot of straight fucking. We did do some oral sex, and even some anal. Bondagea few times. I got her to shave her pussy. But when I pulled out my belt shebacked away. That was the beginning of the end, of course. After that I knewI couldn't count on her to be the lover I needed. And of course I had Jannewho though she was married to someone else, would provide the kind of releasemy tender ego needed.
I figured that would be the end. And a year or two passed.
***
That afternoon she came back to the apartment. When she came in the backdoor she still looked pretty distraught, but somehow determined. She said helloto me where I was sitting at the dining room table, working on the typewriter,and disappeared into the bathroom.
An hour later she came out, her hair done and curled, lovely brown-blondelocks, her makeup exquisite, just short of looking like a whore, and naked.I saw that she had shaved her mons veneris carefully and apparently rougedher labia. Her nipples were stiff and also rouged.
"I am your's now," she said. "For any thing you wish, no matter how painful."
"I will make you cry." I leaned back in the chair.
"I want to cry. I want to scream."
"Are you aroused?" I stared at her, wondering where to take this. Her handwent to her vulva. She pulled at her clitoris. "Yes." She lied. I knew herwell. I knew she was lying.
I got up and went over to her, taking her hand, pulling her to me, I lightlykissed her lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth. I walked her into the bedroom,and pushed her down on the bed. "Spread yourself open. This is going to hurt." Ipulled my belt from its loops. She lay back and spread her legs far apart. "Notenough," I said. "More." She widened the gap, pulling her lower lips apart. "Howmany times shall I hit your pussy?"
Her eyes blinked and watered. "As many times as you like." she whispered.
"Good answer." And I hit her, right across her pussy lips. She hollered andsnapped her legs shut. "Oh my god. That really hurts." I pulled my robe off. "Isthis really what you want?" I asked her. She looked up at me, ready to startcrying. "I just want you. I want you. I need to be with you."
"Then open your legs and keep them open." And I started slapping her betweenher legs as she struggled to keep them apart. I knew I would have to tie her.You always do, eventually. I've never met one who's will could keep her bodycompletely open to the lash. Maybe that girl, if there is one, will be theperfect fuck.
And I slapped her with my belt between her legs fifteen or sixteen times,until her face was wet with tears. And I tore her open with my stiff cock.It hurt going in, but Oh the Glory of it. I fucked her painfully for a littlewhile, finally coming to an exquisite orgasm, while I licked the tears offof her face.
"Not very good, but you get the idea." I said. "Now, did you really enjoythat or was it just a terrible adventure?"
She wiped at her face and said, "It was great. I really liked it, but ithurt so much and it was hard keeping my legs spread."
"Yes, next time we will have to tie you." She embraced me and held me close. "Anything.Anything you want. Anything."
It was a temperate spring day. April. The cruelest month.
***
The Cold Room.
I ran the air conditioner in the bedroom, set all the way up. It was actuallyquite cool outside but I had something special in mind. Pat hated being cold.But she also hated being hot. The air conditioning was all window units inthe old apartment building. The one in the bedroom was the newest one we owned.And really too powerful for such a small room.
I called Pat at work. "When you get into the garage you are to take all yourclothes off, including your stockings and shoes. Then you are to walk intothe apartment from the garage." "Someone will see me." "We can only hope." Shesighed. "Okay."
I put the pitcher of ice water in the refrigerator. I put the enema bag andthe nozzle in the freezer. I checked the mold to make sure the icy cock washard and frozen.
At a little after five the back door opened and Pat came in the kitchen,nude, as ordered. "I don't think anyone saw me, except that old lady on thethird floor. Well she already thinks I'm a whore." She was apprehensive. Sheknew I had been planning something.
"Come in the living room with me," I took her hand, kissing her and idlycaressing her breast. We sat on the couch and kissed and I moved my hands overher body. "Take this," I handed her a small purple microdot of lysergic aciddiethylamide. She sucked it in her mouth.
I moved my hands between her legs. She was bare, shaving daily as instructed.I put fingers in her pussy and spread them apart. She was lovely and strainedto be as open as she could. I put three fingers in her asshole, just to forcethe issue up a notch or two. "It's going to be a lovely asshole hurting night,darling." She sucked at my tongue. "Please be gentle," she pleaded. We haddone a lot of anal sex, but always with considerable preparation, and sometimesshe would say she couldn't do it. I shook my head. "Not this time, darling.Gentle is what we won't be." I squeezed her breasts very hard, tugging thenipples. "Are you in for this?" "Yes. Okay. Whatever you want." She soundedresigned.
I leaned back. "Suck me while the acid comes on." She opened my jeans, tuggingthem off and kneeling before me. She licked my dick very prettily and thenset about sucking me hard. I knew she was thinking if she could get me offthat would ameliorate the level of pain I was going to take her to. And shewas right. If she could get me off that might interrupt the plans. I couldfeel the acid coming on. And I could feel her increasingly frantic suckingand her fingers playing with my testicles, lightly, delicately. I drew my legsup so she could tickle my asshole. She licked my balls, she licked down theflesh to my asshole. She stuck her tongue in my asshole while frantically jerkingme off. Poor baby. "Nothing is going to save you today, my little virgin martyr." Shecame back to my penis and deep throated me, choking as she did so. Boppinghard down on my stick, taking it all the way in, her mouth pressed to my pubichair. I held her head like that, knowing she couldn't breathe.
I let her up and she came off, starting to retch. When she calmed down, whileI sat there rubbing my lengthy boy and watching the room glisten with the drug'seffects, she lay her head on the couch, still kneeling below me. "Are you readyfor the eveninng's fun?" I asked her. "Aren't we going to have dinner?" "Maybelater, if you are a very good girl. Actually I don't know whether you willhave much appetite in an hour or so." I ran my fingers through her hair. Shehad started to cry. I almost came at that.
"I want you to go to the kitchen and bring me what you find in the freezer.I also want you to bring the pitcher of ice water in the refrigerator. Andbe quick about it." She rose to her feet and padded off through the diningroom into the kitchen. I could hear the door opening and her deep sigh. Andthen a loud, distressed sob. She appeared in the doorway between rooms. Thetears were rolling down her cheeks now. Her chest was heaving and she had startedto cry for real. "Please, please don't make me . . . " She carried the enemabag and nozzle in one hand and the pitcher of ice water in the other. "Please …"
"Ah yes, just what I wanted you to bring." I took the bag from her and putthe hose and nozzle on the coffee table. "You can help me fill it with theice water." I could see that she was trembling. I held the bag and gesturedfor her to fill it and she poured the water and small bits of ice in, shakinga little as she did it. Spilling some on the carpeted floor. When it was fulland bulging out the sides, like a fat pregnant orange ball, I told her to stop. "Now,screw the hose into the bag." She could hardly control her hands, but she compliedwith the order. "Now, get the Vaseline." There was a jar on the side tableby the couch and she reached for it, opened and proferred it to me. I heldthe bag in one hand and the nozzle in the other. "Grease it up darling. Useplenty and it won't hurt quite as much." She put some on the black plasticstick.
"Now, kneel down and lay on the coffee table with your hands above your head." Patvisibly pulled herself together, and, like a beautiful sacrifice, knelt atthe foot of the table and lay herself, face down across its length. "Now, takeyour hands and reach back and pull your cheeks wide apart." Slowly, one ata time she reached behind her and parted the globes of her derriere, exposingher red anus.
"The rule is, you hold it until I say you can let it go. If you fail I willwhip your pussy until you faint. Got it?"
She started crying again, "whatever you want." I put the nozzle into herasshole and shoved it up there good. I turn the little device and let the icewater flow down into her.
She started sobbing continuously, her back to me, shaking. I squeezed thebag hard, forcing more of the liquid into her bottom. I pulled the tip outof her, "Close it off. Don't you dare drop a single drop, my darling." My cockwas as hard as it has ever been.
She lay there, across the table, sobbing. After a few minutes she pulledoff onto her haunches and lay on the carpet, in the foetal position. "Please,please, please, make it stop . . ." she whimpered very prettily. I strippedoff all my clothes and knelt down in front of her, pushing my cock into herface, into her mouth. She sucked me very sweetly, the tears falling down hercheeks to the floor. "Please," I could tell she was still begging me. Aftera couple of minutes I pulled away and got up. "You stay put and no leaking!" Itold her. I went to the kitchen and got the ice cock from the freezer. I putit in the bedroom, by the bed. We were headed there, but first.
I went into the living room and pulled her up off the floor. She was bentover, trying to make the cramping less intense. "Please, can I go now?" I ledher by her hands to the bathroom. When we got there I pulled a cord out andtied her hands together. I turned on the shower and pushed her into the tub.I had turned only cold water on and she started screaming immediately. I tookher hands, tied together and put them over the shower head so that she washalf hanging there in the cold stream and I pushed her head under the stream. "Isaid, you better hold it until I say you can let it go." "Oh God! Please letme, please please …" She was jumping up and down one foot to the other,the water running hard on her, her hair wet. "Okay, you may evacuate." Shedouble-clutched in place and then the water expelled from her rear and intothe tub, running down the drain with the water from the shower.
I turned off the shower and took her down from the showerhead. "No dry" Itold her and dragged her into the bedroom and forced her down on the singlesheet. The room was frigid. You could practically see your breath in the air.She huddled on the bed, shivering. I took her hands and tied them to the topof the bed and then I spread her legs and tied her feet to the two bottom corners.She was wild eyed with fear and she shivered constantly. "I know how you likeyour air conditioning. Here's a little something to decrease your temperature." Itook the icy cock and brought it to her hairless pussy. I spread the lips andnoted that despite it all she was lubricated. I forced the ice cock into her.Hard. She grimaced and started crying again. I fucked her with the cock fora few minutes, then untied her feet and told her to pull her legs up to herchest. "And spread them wide" She looked lovely like that, the ice stickingout of her pussy. Her asshole was red and swollen. I brought my big cock, hardand very very mean, to her asshole and wet the tip a little. Then I drove himin, feeling the very cold passage. Ah. Now that was fucking.
I screwed her cold asshole for quite awhile. She sobbed under me and I heldher legs back over her head, driving in deep and feeling the ice cock stickingout of her pussy. "ahhnnnhahhnnn,,,please,,,,hurts…." She sounded sobeautiful and pathetic, trembling below me. I finally allowed myself a hugemachine gun like come. It felt like I was ripping open the world.
About a month later, I moved out. She never really did forgive me for thatfuck. That's why I always insist upon complete consensuality. It's better ifthey want it too. It's more pure that way.
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