* by anonymous
Soft candlelight shimmering on the walls in the darkened room, white princess lace shears blowing softly against the midnight summer breeze. His whispered words creeping into her ear, guiding her, taunting her. She lays in the center of the oversized bed, which is draped, in black silk sheet, her ivory complexion illuminated by the warm glow of the scented candles around her. Her fingers gently glide across her breasts massaging them, softly at first then more firmly. Pinching and twisting her nipples as her thighs slide across the cool silk beneath her, bending her knees upward as they fall open, the cool breeze lashing across her glistening womanhood. Her fingers trailing down her stomach, slowly memorizing each succulent curve.
Feeling his presence washing over her, she reaches for the ice in a bowl on the cherry wood stand beside her bed, selecting one and bringing to her chest, not making contact, but allowing the tiny drops to assault her skin. Small shivers run through her body as the cold water pools between her breasts, lowering the cube to her nipple and slowly tracing it in a circular motion, the gentle ache intensifying as her nips become rock hard. Gliding the shrinking cube slowly along her stomach and down her right thigh to her knee and slowly back up again,, repeating the same motion on her left one. Reaching for a second cube and bringing it to her lips, tracing the outline of her full pouty lips, catching the escaping droplets with her tongue as she slides the cube down her chin, tilts back her head and arches her back as the cube continues down her neck, between her breasts, along her stomach to her sweet pink mound.
Shivering as the harsh cold connects with her fiery womanhood, she slips her fingers holding the ice between her tender lips, tracing the length of herself, His whispered words ringing in her ear, as she gently raises her hips off the bed and slides the cube into herself. Her inner muscles tightening around it, trying to grasp the foreign object within their walls. Hearing His words, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a remote egg, following His instruction, she turns the remote setting to low and opening herself up to His essence, she caresses her clit with the tip of the egg.
Sliding the egg into a honeybee attachment and affixing the straps around her thighs to hold it in place, she adjusts the bee, placing it directly onto her clit, and reaches for a 9" electric blue vibrator. She waits to hear His words before turning both instruments on medium and inserting the vibe into her wetness. Thrashing it inward with increasing intensity, her hips rising to meet the pleasure rod entering her. Wishing it could be His. Yearning for His touch, His kiss, His caress, His presence.
He orders her to turn the bee to maximum speed, her thighs trembling as she continues pounding the vibe into herself, feeling her body give way to its presence. The bee violently vibrating her swollen clit, the merciless repetitive motion of the blue rod penetrating her sweet honeypot, her body trembling uncontrollably. She hears the pleasure in His whisper, as soft sensual moans escape her lips.
Knowing His slut is almost ready; He waits and listens to her body reacting to His words, His commands. As she savagely accosts herself, letting her hands be His. Feeling His desire mixing with her own. Wanting so badly to pleasure Him. Her moans getting louder with each thrust, she cries out may I cummmm please? He waits for what seems an eternity before His whispers His reply, "yes My lovely slut, you may.." hearing His darkened voice authorizing her release, she plunges deeper and harder and faster into herself. Clenching the vibe inside of her, tightly hugging it as her body spasms and explodes from within, a loud moan caresses His ear as she starts to release, knowing her sweet honey is seeping out of her little box, and only for Him. He speaks "you know what to do" she reaches for the candle closest to her bed, and upon the peak of her climax for Him, she pours the hot wax down her breasts and stomach, letting out a loud scream through her panted breaths.
Her body trembles and slowly starts to relax, she lowers her hips back onto the soaked satin sheets beneath her, and after receiving permission, she turns off and removes the vibe, laying it on the bed beside her. Whimpering as the bee continues to assault her tender clit, she reaches for the remote and slowly deactivates it. Attempting to regain her lost breaths, her cheeks kissed by the nectar escaping from her exercised entry. He whispers "I love you baby, thank you".. she replies, "I love You, my Lord, anything for You".. after a mutual "goodbye"... T/they hang up the phone.
