Trained to submit

Michael sat back down in his chair, finishing his brandy. “Get me another.” He watched as she took the glass from him, but it was her breasts that he watched, the twin beauties so close as she bent over to take the glass. So close he could almost feel them in his mouth. She stood up, walking to the bar, his eyes glued to the gentle bounce of her naked breasts as she walked. “Bring me some ice in a glass.” She made the drink and brought it back to him, her other hand holding a glass of ice, the outside of the glass already frosted. She bent over to give him the glass, Michael noticing that she was doing it on purpose, pushing her naked breasts into his face. “Stand to the side of the chair.”

She lost all of her self-consciousness of being half naked, wanting now only to feel his hands on her breasts. Or his mouth. She brought the two glasses back to him. She tried to push her tits into his face, hoping that he would capture one of them in his mouth, eager to feel if his tongue was as talented as his fingers. But it seemed that he pushed her away, making her stand to the side of his chair.

“Bend at your waist and rest you palms on the armrests.” He pushed her hair out of the way as she complied with his request.

She felt her breasts hanging down like ripe fruit, hoping that Michael would decide to pick them. He brushed her hair to the side, leaving her uncovered to whatever he would do, Monika hoping it involved her breasts. She looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading with him to touch her again. She saw him pick up the glass of ice and then it dawned on her. Would he really do that? Or was he just teasing me? She saw the frost on the outside of the glass, remembering how cold it was. She looked down as he took the glass and pushed it below one of her hanging breasts, moving it close to her swollen nipple. She could already feel the cold air beneath it or was it just her imagination? Or desire. She really didn’t care what kind of stimulation her nipples received, only that they did receive some. She looked as it got closer and closer, Michael moving the glass so the side of it was only an inch from her nipple. She was sure she could feel it stretching as if it were seeking out the cold glass.

She didn’t move a muscle as he moved the ice toward one of her nipples. Her head moved down so she could watch, Michael not disappointing her as he moved the glass until it almost touched her. “Hold still,” he warned her. He pushed the side of the wet, cold glass against her nipple.

“EEEEEEWWHHHH,” she screamed out. It felt like her nipple was burned by a hot iron, not cold ice. The pain raced through her breast, Monika struggling not to move away as she felt the numbness spread through her nipple. She felt the wetness of the cold glass as Michael moved it all around her nipple as she struggled not to pull away. He finally moved it away, but his fingers returned, the numbness going away as he twisted her nipple. Almost in slow motion the glass went to her other hanging breast.

Michael’s fingers tingled as he picked up a piece of ice, already beginning to melt from his warm fingers. “Good girl, Monika. Now hold still again.” He didn’t give her a chance to protest, not that she would. He took the melting ice and pressed it over her nipple, his other finger gripping it securely, trapping it tight.

“OOOOOHHH, GGGGGODDDD, that huuuurrrtss!” She couldn’t believe the pain that laced through her breast, shooting to her brain. Michael was rubbing the ice back and forth over her nipple, his fingers trapping the quickly melting ice. She hoped that she could hold out long enough for it to melt, the water dripping onto the armrest below her. Finally it was only his cold, wet fingers that squeezed her nipple. She could barely breathe as she waited. Waiting for the unknown. She’d wanted her nipples touched, but this was beyond her expectations. What other things would Michael do to me?

He could feel it melting immediately. He pinched her nipple hard to get the feeling back in it. “You obey well, Monika. Stand up in front of me.”

She moved in front of the chair, looking down, expecting her nipples to have frost on them. They seemed no worse for the wear, though her upper body was covered with goose bumps. She touched her nipples, the feelings returning. She looked at Michael, expecting what was next. She still had a skirt and panties on, sure that they would be next. She could only hope that he would touch her pussy with the experience that his fingers had on her nipples, though the thought of ice between her legs sent more than a chill through her body.

“You have lovely legs, Monika. I would love to have you pull up your skirt to show me, but I think it is too tight to do that. Why don’t you just slip it off?”

She had a smirk on her face as her fingers went to the button at the side, making short work of it. A short pull of the zipper, releasing the skirt from her waist. She held it around her for a moment, teasing Michael for just a minute longer before she showed him her secret. She let the skirt fall to the floor, Michael’s eyes opening wide in astonishment.

“You certainly are full of secrets and surprises, Monika.” Michael gazed at her standing before him, her skirt a puddle around her ankles. But his eyes were drawn to the garter belt that held up a pair of brown nylons. Not panty hose, but real nylons. She kicked the skirt to the side, perched high on her heels, long legs encased in shiny nylon. “You surprise me, Monika. Do you always wear nylons and a garter belt?”

She grinned like a Cheshire cat, proud that she could surprise him. And by the look on his face, please him. That made her feel so good. “No, this is the first time. I bought them last night. I’m glad that they please you.”

“Come closer. I must touch them. It’s not often that a girl takes the trouble to wear nylons and a garter belt. They are considerably more trouble to get dressed with, though the erotic look far outweighs that. At least for me.” She moved closer to him, Michael sitting up in the chair, his hands reaching out for her hips. “Mmmmmm,” enjoying the silky touch of the nylons as his hands caressed her thighs, moving around to the back of her legs then back to the front. Monika spread her legs without being asked. This young girl knew more about pleasing an older man than he was led to believe. He hoped she had other surprises for him. His hands sought out her soft, inner thighs, delighting in the feel of the nylons on her delicate thighs. His hands slid up and down, from her knees up until he felt the bare flesh of her thighs, teasing close to her pussy without touching it. He saw her unconsciously moving, her hips moving back and forth as if he was already touching her pussy.

Please touch my pussy, Monika begged silently, his large hand sliding up and down her thighs, teasing close between her legs, but stopping short of touching her sex. He finally stopped, Monika disappointed that he didn’t touch her yet, but she had every expectation that he would. She looked down, not even ashamed at the large wet spot on her panties. Testament to the sexual prowess of Michael.

“They are too pretty to take off, Monika, but you will have to lose the panties.” He picked up a pair of scissors from the drawer of the end table. “Hold real still, I wouldn’t want to prick you. Unless of course it was on purpose.” It took him only two seconds to snip the side panels, the garter belt still holding them on. The front of her panties was drenched with her arousal. It was probably good that he got them off her. “Now slip them off. Let me see that lovely pussy.”

She pulled them out from her garter belt, feeling them brush across her bush as she yanked them off. She dropped them to the floor. She knew what he wanted, spreading her legs slightly, hoping to please Michael even more.