Nights Like This

Writing as "Glitter"
© 2001

 

Oooh, I loved nights like this.  When Ty gets in that spontaneous, kinky mood.  You know what mood
I’m talking about.  When you first come home, and the entire apartment is lit with candles, and on the
floor is a mattress, and she’s standing beside it in just her boxers and a smile, holding a bottle of
massage oil.  Those moods.  I always get wet on instant when I see that serious, ready-to-devour-you
look in her eye.

And that’s what happened when I came home tonight.  I was beat. Dead tired, all I could think about
was coming home, crawling into a warm, soapy, vanilla scented bath, then straight to bed.  Yes, my
day was like that. 

 So imagine my surprise when I opened the front door, and there is Ty, completely dressed, holding a
bag in one hand.  I quickly surveyed what she was wearing to get an idea of what might happen, but I
was at a complete loss.  She was wearing her black, baggy, leather pants, a fatigue tank, boots, and
the black leather trench coat I had gotten her for her birthday a few months ago.  She was dressed to
go out.  I smiled to myself. So, she wanted to go out tonight.  As tired as I was, I would still go, of
course.

I was about to speak, when she stopped me by raising her hand.

 “I got you a present.  Take off all your clothes, wear what’s in this bag only, and take only five
minutes, Ronda.”  Her face was serious, no smile, nothing.  I knew that when she was in that mood to
just do as she said—and quickly.

 No words spoken.  I placed my briefcase on the sofa, took the bag from her hand and rushed to our
bedroom.  I quickly stripped naked, then opened the bag.  Oh my god, she bought me a trench coat,
just like hers.  I wasn’t really big into leather like she was, but anyone in their right mind would love to
have a black, leather trench.  I reached back into the bag, and all that was left was a pair of black, knee-
length, buckled, platform boots.  A coat and boots.  That’s all she wanted me to wear? 

 A wave of nervousness washed over me.  She knew I wasn’t really comfortable with my nakedness.  I
had a voluptuous body: very generous hips and ass, but smaller on top.  It took months for her just
get me to have sex with the lights on.  And now she wanted me to basically go outside naked.  For a
moment, I thought about backing out, but knew that was out of question.  So I slipped on the boots,
fastening the series of small buckles, making sure they were secure.  Then I slipped on the jacket and
stood before my full-length mirror. 

 Damn.  That was risqué.   I buttoned the coat then quickly ran a comb through my shoulder-length
hair, letting it fall around my shoulders naturally.  I checked to make sure that I had no jewelry on;
except for the delicate, gold choker that Ty had made especially for me.  When Ty said “wear nothing
but…” she meant it.  And that meant jewelry too.  But the choker was different.  I couldn’t take it off
even if I wanted to.  In the back, there was a hidden lock that held it secure.  Ty was the only one that
had the key. 

I took a deep breath before going back into the living room.

 Ty just stood by the door looking at me for a moment.  Then she smiled.

 “You ok, Baby girl?”  She asked softly.

 I just nodded, feeling myself fall into my role. 

 She held her hand out to me, and I took it.  Then she opened the door and we were off.  Walking
through the halls of our building, we had idle talk, she asking me about my day and such.  I gave her
simple answers, my mind in overload mode, trying to figure out what was going on.  It wasn’t until we
hit the door, that I gave her a surprised look.  I had completely forgotten that it was lightly snowing
outside.  There was already about a foot of snow on the ground.  I had completely forgotten, because
I had driven into the garage of our building, not having to trample in the mess at all.  But Ty had
parked her car out front tonight. 

 “What’s wrong, Baby girl?” 

 God I loved it when she called me that.  My voice was automatically soft, almost child-like.  “It’s
snowing, Daddy.  I don’t think I’m really dressed enough.” 

 She chuckled.  “You are perfectly dressed for where we’re going, don’t worry.”

 I still gave her a nervous look, but just let her walk me to the car.  She opened the door and I
carefully got in, trying not to show my nakedness. 

 As soon as she got in the car, she said, “But you are missing one thing though.”

 I knew it.  I could sense it coming.  When the blindfold came out from behind her back, I just closed
my eyes immediately and let her slide it over my eyes, feeling myself starting to get wet.  She knew
that the blindfold was one of my weaknesses.  She kissed my ear then whispered, “Now, just enjoy
the ride, ok?”

 I just nodded, but my mind was racing, let me tell you.  For the life of me, I couldn’t figure anything
out. But I wasn’t really that surprised.  Ty had been like this for as long as I’ve known her. 

 We had met in the most unconventional way.  Through the Internet.  It was about three years ago; I
had just started my job, and was about two months into it, working late hours.  You know how it is
when you first get any kind of office-type job.  You’re the one that everyone drops whatever he or she
doesn’t want to do on your desk.  Most nights I wouldn’t leave the office until well past eight o’clock. 
Well, anyways, I was working late one night, chatting online with one of my friends, when all of a
sudden a chat window popped up. 

 TyDaddy: Hello.

 I immediately rolled my eyes, thinking it was some guy who probably ignored that my profile said I
was a lesbian.  I wrote back:  not interested.

 I got no reply back, so I figured it was settled, and then went back to my work and chatting.  About
ten minutes later, TyDaddy: how do you know that you’re not interested?  I haven’t said anything yet.

 I wrote back:  because I’m not into guys, that’s why.

 TyDaddy: good.

 Me:  What does that mean?

 TyDaddy: You’re lez, right?

 Me: Yes.

 TyDaddy: So am I.

 So, of course, I felt foolish for assuming, right?  I wasn’t sure what to really say, so I just wrote: 
Sorry, you know how it is.

 TyDaddy: Yep, I do.  And I’m still waiting for you to say hello.

 And that’s how we started.  For about a month we just chatted online getting to know each other. 
At the time, Ty was 25, and just getting into her career in marketing, and shared an apartment with a
close male friend of hers.  She identified herself as a stud, and had been out since college.  I, on the
other hand, at the time was 22, had only seen a college classroom in the various art and singing
courses I took.  I lived with a roommate—had just moved in recently and was just getting to know
her.  And I had been out since high school.  And completely feminine. We lived about two hours away
from each other, but right off we agreed that we’d wait a while before we would even think of meeting.

 After about a month, we upgraded to exchanging phone numbers.  That first night, I was nervous as
hell.  I had already started to like her a lot, and you know how those things happen.  What if her voice
didn’t match what I pictured it to be?  What if we meshed online, but not offline?  Too much was going
on in my head.  But I just calmed myself and waited for her call.  And right on time, my phone rang,
and when I said hello, the sexiest, softest, velvety smooth voice whispered back, “Hello, Baby girl.”

 Let me tell you, I was sold.  Totally, totally sold.  She charmed me like there was no tomorrow.  There
was not a day that went by that we wouldn’t talk.  We were complete opposites.  I was more
outgoing, talkative, always on the go.  She was more laid-back, mellow, more of a stay-at-home type
person, but somehow we just meshed really well.  We had similar goals; we loved creativity.   I wanted
to sing and do art on the side, and she loved marketing.  We had both gotten speakerphones so we
could talk hands-free and do whatever.  And some nights, we would stay up late while she worked at
home, and I’d help her with marketing ideas.  We were both creative and that was part of our
foundation for our friendship, and we worked well together, we realized.  By the time meeting each
other had come up, it just seemed natural, and I wasn’t as nervous.

 Ok, so the idea of meeting hadn’t made me nervous until the actual day arrived.  I even took the day
off from work to get myself ready.  Went to the hairdresser’s, got my nails done, and even bought a
new outfit.  She was really into feminine girls, which, I admit; I am, so I wanted to wear something
really feminine yet sexy.  I found this ultra cute, knee-length dress; black lace over red satin, that had
a corset look, so it cinched in the front, and made my cleavage look totally amazing.  It was a bit
dressy, but she had wanted to go to a nice restaurant for dinner, so I assumed that would be cool. 

 So there I was, standing in front of our agreed restaurant, it was the middle of summer, so the
evening was nice, and I was about five minutes early.  I had just checked my watch for the umpteenth
time when, as I would come to expect, right on time, this woman just appeared out of nowhere.  Mind
you, she had sent me a picture of her that was about a year old and I had thought she looked
gorgeous.  But her picture did not do her justice at all!

 Ty walked up to me, wearing black dress slacks, a light blue button down shirt, and black sports coat,
blonde dreds pulled back in a ponytail, holding a bouquet of white roses.  She was taller than my 5’5”,
by about four or so inches, husky build, but you could tell she was athletic.  Damn, gorgeous as all hell
up front. 

 She just smiled easily, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, handing me the roses.        “You are
breathtaking.” 

 I was hoping my legs weren’t visibly shaking.  “Thank you.  You’re not too bad yourself.”

 She chuckled, “Hungry?”

 I nodded.  As we walked into the restaurant, I felt her hand on the small of my back, and I felt
shivers.  Oh, this was going to be nice.

 And it was too.  We must have stayed at that restaurant for about two hours, laughing and talking
up a storm.  Even though we spoke every day for the past few months, we were finding all these
things to talk about, and I found myself so comfortable in her presence.  I knew in the back of my
mind, right then and there, that she was the one.

 Little did I know.

 Being so far apart from each other didn’t stop us from seeing each other as often as we could.  We’d
spend every Saturday together and sometimes she’d drive down during the week to go to a movie or
out to dinner.  I just plain liked her company.  When I talked, she’d look right in my eyes, absorbing
everything that I said, and believe me, I could talk my ass off.  A few times I would stop myself,
accusing her of letting me babble, but she insisted she loved hearing me talk.  She was quieter
though.  She was more of a listener, but when she spoke, whatever came out of her mouth had some
major meaning, and I grew to respect her for that.

 Sex was something we had talked about every now and then during our online and phone
conversations.  We could get pretty risqué sometimes, but never overboard.  But after we met, the
sexual tension was so thick; a knife would break if it tried to cut it.  Our phone conversations started
getting more sexual, and when we’d see each other, I found myself dying for her to just touch me.  I
was used to the women I dated wanting sex pretty quickly, but to Ty, sex was too important to be so
casual about it.

 “I don’t like sex.”  She said one time.  “I want to make love.  Whether it’s a quick fuck or not, I have
to really dig the person I’m with, and it’s always gotta be special and definitely unforgettable.”

 Those words just made such an impact on me, and I found myself never pushing myself on her,
waiting for her to make a move on me.  And when she did make her little moves, they were definitely
worth the wait.  When Ty kisses, it’s like making love itself.  The first time we kissed on the lips, it was
our third date.  She had waited till I opened my apartment door, then bent her head to kiss me.  I
immediately turned my cheek as usual, but she took my chin in her hand and turned my face till our
lips met.  It was so soft at first, I hardly felt it, then she deepened the kiss, gently sucking on my
bottom lip.  She kissed me like that for about ten minutes, I swear.  Then she pulled her head back
and just winked at me, then she was gone.

 I think I stood in my doorway for a good moment, in a daze.  I was wet.  Yes, from one kiss.  That
one kiss totally did me in.  I had to rush to my bedroom, strip, and my trusty vibe had to be Ty for
that night.

 But when we did make love, oh my god, the earth moved, it did.  Ty had my eyes rolled to the back
of my head the entire night!  She had told me that she could be freaky during sex, but I found that
out over time.  When she got me on my hands and knees, fucking me from behind, and her hand
came down on my ass, my first reaction was to pull away, but she held her arm around my waist, not
letting me move.

 “Where you going?”  She huskily asked, her other hand reaching around me to rub my clit.

 As I started to answer, she quickened her pace and I couldn’t talk.  Next thing I knew I was having a
huge orgasm, and she pulled back, holding onto my hips and pulled me back with her, so she could
move faster and deeper.

 I have never pulled away again since.

 We had a pretty old-fashioned relationship, if you want to call it.  We dated for about two years,
seeing each other more and more gradually.  After we hit our second year, and had basically been
spending every spare moment at each other’s places, we decided we wanted to take the next step. 
And no, we didn’t just move in with each other.  We got married.  Yes, I’m serious.  I never thought
about getting married.  I guess when your gay, it’s just one of those things you just assume isn’t for
you, and you go about your way.  But not for Ty.  She had a strong belief about commitment.   She
said she’d always wanted a wife. She wanted that kind of life.  Marriage, kids (way down the line, of
course), the whole she-bang.  And when she got down on that bended knee and proposed, there was
no hesitation before I said yes.  But before she even proposed, there were some things I had to know
about her that were important.

 “I’m very kinky.”  She told me flatly.

 It was no secret.  Being made love to by Ty, you find that out right off the bat.

 How kinky was she?  She confessed that she was very dominant in the bedroom.  I had asked how
dominant. 

 “I’m a Dom.”

 Eyebrow goes up.  “A Dom?  You’re into that S&M shit?”

 “Yes, I am.”  That was it, no explanation.  But she was looking right at me, waiting for a response.

 Part of me wanted to walk out the door, and I would have too.  But the look in her eyes just told me
to stay and learn more.  And I did.  And I’ve never looked back or regretted a thing.

 So here we are three years later, happy as all hell.  I guess we don’t really have a conventional
marriage.  When Ty first told me that she was into BDSM I just figured it wouldn’t be a big thing.  But
it was.  Slowly, but surely, I got into it myself.   And not cuz she forced it on me, no way.  Ty was
adamant that her sexual lifestyle was not going to be forced on anyone else. That just wasn’t the way
in BDSM.  You either dig it or you don’t.  But I considered myself open-minded, and when she asked if
I wanted to experiment, I did.  And God, I love it.  You just never know, I guess.  Ty’s my wife, but
she’s also my Dom.  I was a control freak, but at the same time, I was usually stressed all the time. 
Slowly I was able to let Ty just take control over some aspects of our life together, and at first, I was
afraid, but soon it just became natural.  And I realized that there was a submissive soul in me that I
never knew about.  There was nothing wrong with letting someone else take control, letting them lead,
letting them guide you, teach you as well as learn from you.  I felt secure in knowing that I lay my
ultimate trust and being to someone who always had my best interest at heart physically, mentally,
and sexually.  Later on, Ty told me that she had sensed it after a few conversations.  That was part of
what attracted her to me.   And so on our wedding day, in front of our families, we exchanged
wedding vows and rings.  But that night, we held our own private ceremony, and she presented me
with my choker, on the inside, in script, was etched Loved And Owned.  A symbol of her ownership;
that I was collared and belonged to her.

 And here I was, sitting in the car for about an hour, blindfolded, wondering where the hell we were
going.  Occasionally, I’d feel her hand on my inner thigh, gently caressing it, or she’d slip her hand into
the coat and give my nipples a little squeeze, and she’d ask if I was ok, and I’d always answer, “Yes,
Daddy.”

 I soon felt the car slide to a stop, and Ty cut the engine.  My nipples hardened at the anticipation
now that I knew we had arrived at our destination.

 She said nothing, but just got out of the car.  I heard her open the trunk and fiddle with some
things.  My breathing was becoming laboured.  She knew how sensitive I was to hearing things.  I tried
my best to figure whatever she was doing just by listening.  She soon wised up to that, and became
quieter with her actions, sometimes making deliberate, distracting noises to confuse me. 

 But before I could really guess what she was doing, my door suddenly opened, and I felt her hand
take mine.

 “Come on, little one.”  She helped me to my feet, moving me aside as she closed the door.  I was in
snow.  I could feel the pressure up against my calves.  Where the hell were we?  Then I felt something
heavy brush my shoulder.  What was she carrying?

 “We’re gonna take a little walk,” Ty was saying, “We’re in snow, so be careful with how you step.”

 She was holding my hand tightly as we walked.  It was difficult walking in snow, just blindly walking,
not knowing if you were in safety or not.  But I trusted Ty.  That was the #1 thing in BDSM.  Trust.  If
there was no trust, you couldn’t safely play or let your guards down to truly be yourself.  And I
trusted that Ty would never endanger me or put me in situations that would be harmful to me.  Ty
was a good Dom.  I knew that from conversations I had with other subs and Doms.  She took the
time to get to really know me, and she knew just how far to push me to let me explore myself.  And
her sense of spontaneity and creativity was perfect for this.  Little excursions like these were what she
prided herself in. 

She soon stopped me, then let go of my hand.  God, my heart was pounding in my chest.  I heard
her set something down in the snow, then I heard a zipper.  It had to be Baby, her duffle bag. 
Whenever she felt like playing outside of the house, she’d pack some of our toys in this black duffle
bag.  I had even stitched the name Baby in orange on the side.

 “Hold out your hands.”  She ordered.

 I held them out, and felt her slip my soft leather cuffs on each wrist, securing them tightly, but loose
enough for comfort.  Each cuff had a silver ring on the side, and I felt her loop something through one
ring. 

 “Back up.” 

 I started backing up, until I felt myself hit something hard.  Through the coat, I could feel what it
was, and I had to stifle my gasp.  Oh my God it was tree.  She wouldn’t.

 But she did.  She moved away from me, and I felt my left arm being pulled back until it hugged the
tree behind me.  Then I heard her walking around the tree until she appeared on the right side of me,
taking my other arm, and looping, what I now knew, was a rope through the other ring.  A few
moments then she moved away.  She had really tied me to the tree.

 “Still ok, little one?”

 “Yes, Daddy.”  I said softly.

 “What was that?”  She asked.

 “Yes, Daddy.”  I said more clearly.

 Silence.  Which meant she was satisfied.  I then felt her hands touching my face.

 “We’re gonna have some fun tonight, Baby girl.”  She was saying.  “You have no idea.”

 Oh God.

 Her fingers were now tracing my eyebrows, down my nose, and when she touched my lips, I kissed
them.  I then felt her lips touch mine, and I practically sighed.  She was holding my face in her hands,
gently nipping at my lips with her teeth.
“You know what?”  Her voice was suddenly at my ear.

 “What, Daddy?”

 “We’ve been so busy lately.  I’ve so neglected you.  I have been letting you get away with too much
shit lately.”

 “I know.” I could feel my stomach start to tighten.  Ty had been working on a big client for the past
couple of weeks, most nights she’d be stuck at the office really late.  And I had been doing my usual
work, but had been knee deep in a new song I was writing with some friends, on my free time.  And
whenever I get lost in my music, Ty knows to let me have my space.  The last time we had made love
must have been a couple of weeks ago, and the last time we played had been longer than that.  After
we went through spells like these, Ty would get rejuvenated and could come up with some daring
things.  I knew to brace myself for something different.

 Suddenly her hand had grabbed my hair and she had roughly pulled my head to the side.  Her voice
was stern and menacing.  “You know what?” 

 Deep in my thoughts, I had neglected to address her properly.  “I know, Daddy.”  I corrected myself.

 “Oh, I have neglected you, haven’t I?  You’re forgetting your manners.  I think we’re gonna need a
brush up course, aren’t we?”  Her voice was teasing but threatening at the same time.

 My pussy was starting to tingle.  God, when she sounded like that, I could melt.

 I felt her hands on my coat, quickly undoing the buttons, and I felt fear seize my body.  No matter
how many times we had played in public, especially with my being half-dressed or naked, I always felt a
sense of awkwardness when my body is first revealed.  I think it would be the same even if I were
thinner.   Something about being semi or completely naked while another person is dressed…it just
makes you feel even more naked.  

 I soon felt the cold air hit my body, and she pushed the coat back a little off my shoulders, so she
could see my body in full view.  My nipples were so hard, they were beginning to hurt, and I knew she
saw that, because I soon felt her fingers on my nipples.  She started by gently flicking a finger across
one, then alternating to the other one, gradually flicking harder, and harder, and I started to whimper. 
Then she gently began pinching them, and my whimpers soon became moans.  She gradually began
pinching them harder, to the point where I was biting my bottom lip so I wouldn’t cry out in pain.  She
gave them each one final hard pinch, and then her hands disappeared.  I braced myself for something
harsher, but I was treated to her tongue gently licking across each nipple.  She repeated it again,
slowly drawing each nipple into her warm mouth, sucking on them for a few moments, then releasing
them back into the cold air, making me gasp.  It was friggin’ cold out.

 “I got something for you to wear, Baby girl.”  Ty’s voice was back at my ear.  “You know what it is,
don’t you?”

 I knew.  One of her few toys that I actually disliked, the nipple clamps.  It wasn’t that it was painful to
have them on, in truth, the initial pain would go away pretty quickly, and my nipples would become
somewhat numb, unless my breasts were moved.  It was the removing of the clamps that hurt the
most.  All the blood would rush back to my nipples and all I could feel was serious pain that I couldn’t
stand sometimes, even if only for a few seconds.

 But even if I didn’t like them, the point was that Ty did.  She enjoyed forcing me to deal with things
that I didn’t like sometimes.  And, in truth, the clamps weren’t that bad, and she knew that.  If it were
something I really disliked or dreaded, Ty would never make me do it.  But in order to explore my
sexuality, there would be things I would have to be open-minded enough to try and deal with.  And
there’s also the fact that it makes Ty happy.  And pleasing Ty, and making her happy and proud of me
was most important to me.  And that meant taking some pain for her, which I would do gladly.  But in
this case, I knew Ty was going to make me wear them for punishment reasons.  I had been lax lately,
and she was going to put me in my place.

 I braced myself, then felt the cool metal slide over one of my hard nipples.  We had actually bought
these clamps together.  Ty took me to one of the few adult toy stores in the city, and presented me
with their collection.  I had chosen silver metal clamps with roses etched on each, a chain attaching
both clamps.  I had chosen them because I thought they were pretty, but I couldn’t understand why
she would have me choose a toy that I wasn’t all that crazy about.  She explained that it’s like having
a child choose a switch from a tree when they’re about to be beaten.  It’s a pure mind fuck to have
them take part in an act that they don’t want to happen in the first place.  And having me pick out the
type of punishment toy I would soon hate, was delicious irony to her.

 I felt her slide the loop around the clamp, tightening it around my nipple, then she repeated it with
my other nipple.  I actually breathed a sigh of relief when she moved her hand.  As long as I didn’t
move, it would be ok.

 “Too tight?”  She asked. 

 “No, Daddy.”  I answered.  They were tight as hell, but not seriously painful, and that’s what she
wanted to make sure of.

 I heard her rifling though her bag again, and then silence.  God, this was the worst part.  Being
blindfolded and bound, then just waiting for something to happen.  And Ty was patient as hell.  She
could draw this out as long as she wanted.  But it was cold, how long could she wait for?

 Not too long, because I soon felt something hit my upper thigh, and then I felt pain.  I recognized it
immediately.  It was one of our floggers, probably the suede one.  She lashed my other thigh, then
back to the first.  Back and forth, gradually hitting me harder and harder.  This was definitely going to
be a punishment night.  The one place I could handle being spanked or hit was my ass.  Actually it was
my favourite place to be hit.  Being bound to the tree like this, meant my ass was definitely out of play,
leaving the rest of my body for her to play with.

 After about ten hits on either thigh, I started to break.  I still had my pride, mind you.  I wasn’t one
of those subs who were easy to break or a pushover, ready to cry as soon as their Dom hit them. 
Hells no.  I was still a little rebellious, not wanting to cry at all, so I would hold it back and try to handle
the pain.  And, in truth, Ty liked that.  I never made playing boring for her.  I was a challenge she liked,
and making me cry out or beg for her to stop was a treat for her.

 I was trying my best, but having her continuously hit on the same spots over and over again, made
the pain worsen, and I tried to shift my legs so the flogger would land elsewhere.

 Shit, why did I move?

 “Are you moving?”  She asked angrily.

 “Daddy…” I started to explain.

 “I asked if you were moving?” 

 Her tone was angry.  As much as it turned me on, it scared me as well, and I could feel my eyes start
to water behind the blindfold, at the thought of disappointing her.

 “Yes.” I admitted.

 “Yes, what?”

 “Yes, Daddy.”

 “What, you can’t handle it, Baby girl?”  The flogger was now landing on my hips.

 “I can.”  I told her.

 “Then why are you moving?”  Ty asked.  The flogger was now at my tummy hitting more gently, but
still enough to hurt a bit.  I knew what she was doing, and I wanted to do what I could to change her
mind.

 “I’m sorry.”  I said suddenly.  “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

 “You just keep insisting on fucking up, Ronda.”  She continued.  “No matter how many times I teach
you, or how many times you apologize, you keep fucking up.”  They were now landing right above my
tummy.

 “I won’t again, I promise!”  I begged.  “Please, Daddy, please!”

 But my pleas fell on deaf ears.  The flogger landed on one breast, jiggling it, and I immediately felt
the clamps again.  Oh, God it hurt.  I tried twisting away, but no matter what I did, the flogger kept
finding a breast.  Because of the chain, no matter what breast the flogger landed on, both breasts
would move, being pulled by the chain. 

 I couldn’t take it anymore.  I was now crying out with every hit to my breast. 

 “You can handle it.”  She was telling me.  “You have to learn, Ronda.  Be a good girl, and just handle
a little bit more pain for me and then we can have some fun, ok?”

 I somehow managed to nod, feeling the tears run down my cheeks.  She kept hitting me for a little
bit more, then I felt nothing.  I was hanging a little forward, trying to regain some composure, when I
felt her lips against mine.  She pushed her tongue in my mouth, and I immediately sucked on it.  Her
hands were touching my inflamed skin, driving me crazy, and she slid her hands around me, cupping
my ass and pulling me forward, and I felt her strap inside her pants pressing against me.  I groaned.

 “You want me, you slut?”  Her voice was soft again, teasing.

 “Yes, Daddy.” 

 “Not yet, little one.  I still have a couple of more things for you.  You’re gonna be a good girl for
Daddy, aren’t you?  You can handle some more, right?”

 Oh God, she was driving me crazy.  “Yes, Daddy.”

 I felt her soft lips on my forehead.  “Good girl.”

 Her knee was between my legs, forcing them apart.  I immediately moved them apart, awkwardly
moving in the snow.

 “Wider, Ronda.”

 I leaned against the tree, and managed to widen my legs a few more inches.

 “Good, girl.  Lean completely back. Yes, just like that.  Now push your pussy forward for me.  Let me
see it.”

 I thrust my hips forward, and I felt her hand on my shaved crotch. 

 “Mmm, already wet for me, huh?”  She asked.  “You liked that beating, admit it, didn’t you?”

 “Yes, Daddy.”  I said.

 She slid a finger along my lips, then let it slowly slide inside of me, and I couldn’t stop myself from
moaning.

 “Is that what my little girl needs?”  I felt her lips on my neck, then her tongue flicking my earlobe. 
“You want Daddy to finger you, huh?”

 Trick question.  “Only if you want to, Daddy.” 

 “Mmm, good girl.”  A kiss on the lips as a reward, then she moved away.  I heard her rifle through
her bag again, then heard a new noise.  Something being unlatched then opened.  It wasn’t that new
of a noise, I’ve heard it before, but just couldn’t place it. 

 She was back with me now, touching my thigh, but she was now wearing her leather glove.  God that
felt exquisite.  I was actually beginning to relax as she let her gloved hand roam all over my legs.  She
let it slide up my inner thigh, and she suddenly just pushed her gloved finger inside of me and I cried
out in pleasure—that initial penetration always felt wonderful.

 “You like that, huh?”  Ty kissed my neck, then gently bit it as she fingered me.  I was soon forgetting
everything that was around us, concentrating on her finger in my pussy.  My hips started to grind into
her hand, my breathing becoming shallow.  God this felt so damn good.  I could stay like this forever, I
swear, even in this cold.

 I felt her kiss my chest, then my breasts as she was lowering herself.  She withdrew her finger,
spreading my lips wide, and I braced myself for the delicious feeling of her tongue.

 But instead of her tongue, I felt something cold at my lips, then something cold and hard was being
pushed inside of me. 

 “Oh God!”  I cried out, my body completely shaken by the shocking intrusion.  Oh my fucking God,
what the hell was that?  Whatever it was it was thick and long, filling me completely and I felt myself
stretch to accommodate it.  It was about the size of Ty’s strap, but I knew that it wasn’t.  And it didn’
t feel like any of our normal toys, or any kind of toy I knew about.  It was completely smooth to touch,
almost liquid smooth, but there were occasional ridges that made me shiver.

 “What’s wrong, Baby girl?”  Ty asked.  I felt her lips on my upper thigh, as she began to fuck me with
her new toy.  It was cold.  Freezing cold.  Every time she slid it inside of me, I gasped, trying to catch
my breath, feeling it trying to escape me like it was running from the toy itself.   

 “Nothing, Daddy.”  I panted.

 “You don’t’ like this, Ronda?”

 “I-I-I don’t know!”  I managed to say.

 She was moving it faster and faster now, and I could feel my excitement start to build.  My hips were
moving, fucking back at it.

 I felt her bare hand slap my thigh.  “Don’t move, Ronda.”

 I think I hated this worse than anything else.  No movement at all.  It’s fighting your body’s natural
movements.  No fair.  Every time she’d slide her toy inside of me, my hips automatically wanted to
buck forward, trying to get more of it inside of me, but also the movement was lessening the intense
feeling the coldness of her toy was giving me.  I couldn’t just stand still, it was maddening.

 But of course, I would, because that’s what she wanted.  I gritted my teeth, trying to convince
myself that I could bear this.  My pussy was already getting used to it, so I could do this for her.  I
was still trying to convince myself when I felt something slide down my leg.  At first I thought it was
just my juices, until I felt more of it just rushing down my leg.  And it wasn’t that my pussy was
getting used to the toy, the toy was getting smaller.  The more she fucked me, more liquid was
rushing down my leg, and the smaller the toy was getting. 

 Get the fuck out of here.  It was ice.  She was fucking me with ice.  I couldn’t believe I hadn’t figured
it out sooner.  Ty had used ice on me before, but just cubes.  I should have recognized the intense
cold feeling, but I hadn’t, since we were out in the cold, it had taken longer to start melting.

 “You know what it is now, Baby girl?”  Ty asked, knowing I had.  “Your hot pussy’s making it melt
fast.”  She pulled the remainder of her ice cock out of me.  She stood, and I felt her sliding it into my
mouth.  I sucked on it, tasting my juices as it melt in my mouth.  She gently fucked my mouth with it,
until it became small enough for my to hold in my mouth, and she pushed it all the way in and closed it.

 She moved away again, and I heard that latch noise.  Then she was with me again, between my legs. 
She parted my lips, and again pushed another ice cock inside of me.

 I practically screamed with shock.  My pussy was still cold, but had warmed up somewhat, and this
one was totally frozen like the first. 

 “How’s that?  Does Daddy’s little girl like this now?”  She kissed my lips, pushing her tongue inside
my mouth, playing with the remainder of the ice with her tongue.

 My answer came out muffled, but it was the answer she wanted.  Of course I liked it, she knew that.

 She lowered her head, and I felt her now cold mouth start to suck on my nipple, and I started
whimpering.  Damn, this was too much.  I couldn’t believe I was getting fucked with an ice-shaped
cock.  Ty was too damn creative sometimes.  But it felt wonderful, I couldn’t lie.  A different kind of
pain to get used to, but a definite pleasurable kind of pain.  I leaned against the tree and did my best
to stay still as Ty fucked me.  She stopped sucking on my nipple, and lowered herself till I felt her
warm breath on my crotch.  Then I felt her now warm mouth sucking on my hard clit, while she still
fucked me with the ice cock.  She was gently holding my clit between her teeth, as she flicked the tip
with her tongue, and I felt my orgasm start to build.

 “Daddy…” I panted.

She didn’t answer, but started sucking on my clit harder.  I was trying my best to not move, but it
was becoming impossible.  I was going to cum soon.

She pulled her mouth away from my clit, and pulled the melting ice out of my pussy.  She stood, and
put it in my mouth like before, making me suck on it, while she disappeared. 

 Oh, please no, I thought, not another one.  I don’t think I could have handled it.

 But I had no choice.  Ty was again between my legs, forcing another in my pussy again.  The feeling
was so intense; I felt tears running down my cheeks. 

 “Oh, God, Daddy…” I cried out.

 “You can do it, Baby girl.”  She was saying.  “Do it for me, come on.”  She began sliding it in and out
of my extremely wet pussy, and I could feel my orgasm start to build again.  I could feel my legs
beginning to tremble like they always did when I was about to cum, and I knew Ty noticed it.

 “You better not cum yet.”  She told me.  “Not until I tell you to.”

 “Daddy, please…” I begged.

 “Do you want me to stop?”  She slowed her hand. 

 “No, don’t stop, please!” I cried out.

 “Then don’t cum.”  She warned.  “Just handle it, Ronda.  If you cum, I’m going to punish you.” 
Faster and faster.  She was now, ramming it up my pussy, and I was using whatever strength I had,
drawing form whatever source I could think of to not move.  I forced myself to stay as rigid as possible
as Ty fucked me completely.  By the time I decided I could no longer handle it, Ty was on her seventh
ice-cock, and my legs were visibly shaking, from the cold, from the intense fucking, and especially from
my body begging for release.

 Ty withdrew the ice from me again, and I opened my mouth immediately ready for the ice, but not
only did the ice slide between my lips, I felt her lips against mine as well, as she held the ice in her
mouth.  I greedily sucked on the ice as she kissed me, just happy for the feel of her lips, as numb as
mine were feeling. 

 Ty deepened the kiss, pushing the ice completely in my mouth, and I felt her hands rest on my hips,
as she pressed herself into me.  I felt the cold leather against my skin, against my soaking pussy, and
it was just making me worse.  I felt her hand move in front of me, and I heard her zipper. I was almost
begging when I felt her lift my legs up, and I immediately wrapped my legs around her waist, as I sank
down on her cock.

 “Oh, God, yes!”  I cried out, letting my head fall forward onto her shoulder.  She reached around me,
cupping my ass, pulling me more onto her cock. 

 “Is this what my Baby girl wanted?”  She whispered in my ear.  “Did you want me to fuck you?”

 “Yes, Daddy.”  I cried out.

 She kissed my ear, sucking on my lobe, as she started to fuck me harder.  I was pulling on my
restraints, wanting to touch her, wrap my arms around her, run my fingers through her dreds, take
her face in my hands and kiss her.  But all I could do was hold my legs tight about her waist, making
sure she kept fucking me.  And god, did she ever.  With every thrust, my breasts heaved, and I felt
the clamps tighten around each nipple, and I could feel my orgasm climbing to greater heights than I
could ever imagine.

 “You want to cum?”  She panted.  “You want to cum for your Daddy?”

 “Yes!” 

 “Whose pussy is this?”

 “Yours, Daddy!”

 “I own this, don’t I?”

 “Yes, Daddy!”

 “And you won’t cum until I tell you to, right?”

 “Only when you want me to, Daddy.”

 “And when I want you to cum, you will cum for me, right?”

 Her words were going to set me off and I was trying to suppress it.  “Yes, Daddy.”

 She pulled back far and slammed her cock deep inside me.  “I want you to cum now, you bitch. Make
Daddy’s pussy cum.”

 That’s all I needed.  I felt my body explode, and I went stiff in her arms.  I could feel my toes literally
curling in the boots, I was screaming out her name, and tears were openly flowing.

 I wasn’t sure what happened.  All I know is that I felt completely and totally drained.  I vaguely
remember Ty undoing my ropes, and helping me to the car.  In a few moments, I heard her packing
the car, then she got in beside me. 

 She slid off my blindfold, and I had to shield my eyes.  But the first thing that came into view was her
beautiful face. A face, to me, that represented my source for strength, stability,  safety, and love.  
She winked at me and kissed my forehead.

 “My beautiful girl.”  She whispered.  She let me lay my head on her shoulder.  “You did so good
tonight, I am so proud of you.”

 And I smiled to myself sleepily.  That is all I needed to hear.

The End.