Icy Cold

He came home like any other day but she could see the sparkle in his eyes that told her he had a plan. This was quickly confirmed when she discovered her collar on the kitchen counter. It was their symbol of a change in their relationship. When she put on the collar they were more than husband and wife they became Master and slave, pet, toy. Julie had not expected to play tonight but at the sight of the collar she was already tingling. She knows she has a choice; she can ignore the collar and leave where it lies, or she can take it to him and present the rings for the special heart shaped lock that keeps it secure on her neck until he releases her. Picking up the soft leather she headed to find him, Sir, her Master.
Entering the bedroom she hears the shower and quickly changes into her newest babydoll and matching thong. As she lay on the bed waiting her mind ran over the last few times she had worn the collar. He bottom and stung remembering the belt, her nipples tingled remembering his mouth and her pussy began to ache for the attention, pleasure and pain all tied together. The shower shut off and moments later he appeared. Shirtless in lounging pants ruffled wet hair his muscles rippled up his arms, down his chest and disappeared behind the waistband. She couldn’t hide the smile and excitement growing within. He reached into the top drawer and crawled up the bed to straddle her and replace her hands holding the metal loops of the collar with the heart shaped lock, completing the shift in their relationship.
He laid down on top of her, his full weight crushing down on her. He began kissing her softly and sweetly at first but it quickly turned more passionate, fierce and then almost rough. He pulled her to her feet, taking her hand and leading her to the couch and flipping through channels. Strip for me, he instructs. She slowly removes her thong and babydoll dropping them on the coffee table. Wordlessly, he pulls her down so she his laying chest up across his lap and brings her hands to rest on the side of the couch, stretched above her head. His fingers begin to touch, feel and gently caress her breasts. But like his kiss it didn’t stay gentle for long. No noise or moving until you have my permission he commands. He slowly squeezed and kneaded her left breast. His touch was so soft yet she fought to not cry out when he palmed her breast and squeezed and squeezed till she thought it would pop. He ran his finger around her nipple, letting his fingernail drag across the sensitive surface. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger over and over, slightly harder every time. Sometimes twisting and rolling the quickly reddening nipple between his strong unyielding fingers. He continued to play with her left orb sometimes gently, sometimes decidedly not, until she was biting her tongue to keep from screaming, moaning or making noise. Suddenly he stopped. She almost spoke or moved in response but knew she did not want to face the consequences of disobeying. After a moment of nothing but the football game on in the background she felt him begin to trace her right breast. In anticipation of this second round of painful pleasure she took a deep breath and tried to settle back in to his lap.
She had been so distracted by his attack on her left breast she hadn’t been paying attention to the rest of her body’s reaction. While he was just touching and gently caressing her right side she assessed the rest of her body. It never ceased to surprise her to find that once again she was very hot and very wet. She could feel the moisture that had built up and was even beginning to leak from between her legs. Her pussy ached for attention but she knew it would get more than enough before he was done playing. She risked a slight turn of her head so she could see his face. His face would look very serious to an outside observer but she could see the smile and desire dancing in his eyes and the corners of his mouth turning up just the slightest especially when he gave an especially hard squeeze to her nipple and she had to curl her toes into the edge of the sofa to keep from moving her hands down to her tortured breast. So far she’s only let the smallest moan slip out as he finished with her right nipple by rolling it between his fingers for at least a full minute, squeezing harder and harder until her moan couldn’t be contained. As soon as it was out his fingers stilled and his big strong hand just rested on the sore red breast. After a moment of catching her breath he slapped a breast and declared his thirst. Get yourself something and I want ice water, with lots of ice, he says as he sits her up onto his lap. She could feel his cock, rock hard beneath her. He stood her up and spanked her twice, hard; making her jump then sent her on her way.
He told her to take her time; he had a couple things to do before she came back. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat, naked on a kitchen stool admiring her very used chest. After finishing her glass of wine, pouring herself a second and preparing his very icy water she returned to the living room. The football game had been replaced by a new video featuring a woman tied to a four poster bed very energetically fucking a large man in leather. She set down the glasses and quickly became mesmerized by the scene on the screen. Another hard smack on the ass brought her back to the not too different reality on the couch. This man had no leather but the same look of power, control and desire in his eyes. Back on my lap he said. She sat back down again feeling him hard pressing on her leg and noticed a black felt bag on the table. Arms behind your back he commands. Same rules, no noise and no moving without permission.
He took a few moments to reacquaint himself with her body. His hands roamed her swollen breasts, lingered over her stomach then dived down between her legs. A quick dip and he brought his finger to his lips and tasted her. As his hand moves back down and begins play with more sensitive lips, squeezing and stroking till she knew she’d never be able to be quite another second. He tipped her head back with his other hand beagn an almost violent kiss absorbing her moans. His lower hand had disappeared while she was caught up in the kiss. Suddenly she felt cold drops of water trailing down her stomach. Leaving his lips to hold her head in place his second hand spread her wide so those ice drops could land directily on her most sensitive spot. The ice cube was placed on her stomach and cold fingers flicked her clit making her moan loudly in to the assaulting lips. She felt him pick the ice back up and just as quickly bury it deep inside of her. His hands and ever searching tounge kept her firmly in place while her body jerked and bucked in response to the cold. Her arms ached to reach down and remove the cube freezing her to the core, hold on to him, flail, grab the edge of the couch, something….. As the intensity of ice calmed he reached for another ice cube and her hands. One hand held hers against the edge of the couch while the other drags a new ice cube over her body. The ice rounded her nipples till they were nearly numb and harder than the ice itself.
Laying the ice back on her stomach again he reached into the bag on the table. She caught of a glimpse of wood and metal then felt the clothes pin clamp down on one hard, erect nipple then the other. A new wave of pleasure and pain shot through her. As she tried to catch her breath she was thankful he was holding her hands because she was straining against him to release the pressure and pain that was building in her nipples. He squeezed each breast hard, igniting the sensations from the earlier attention they had received. The ice left on her stomach had long since melted but he found another and began dripping another trail downward. This time he stayed outside, playing just between her lips and making her jump by grazing her most sensitive bud. She felt his grip on her hands tighten and barley had time to take a breath before the cold hard ice grazed that bud but this time it didn’t leave. He held that ice in place. He again bent his head down to absorb the moans and near screams with his mouth.
As the ice began to melt he relented and tossed it aside. The relief was only momentary because he picked up more clothes pins and worked quickly with both hands to secure several to each swollen lip. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to remain still and hold in the mounting scream. Remember the rules he reminded her. Running his fingers along the clothes pins he playfully brushed them together sending new ripples of pain deep within. These ripples not only made her bite her tongue very hard but tugged on the pleasure building behind the pain. His final clothes pin was reserved for her now aching, swollen rosebud of pleasure. Take a deep breath he warned. Now another and another he instructs. Finally he again lowers his lips to hers just as he releases the wooden vice. His arm over her torso holds her down while his lips crush down onto hers. He inhales her scream while his tongue searches for more.
She stills and quiets eventually. She opens her eyes to see the handsome devilish grin on his face. Good girl, now come here he says as he pulls her up to straddle him. He pulls her down onto him, holding the clothes pins aside as he slides in to her. Now ride me and let me hear you he growls as he slowly begins pumping in and out. One by one he removes the clothes pins from her swollen lips. Each one elicits a louder moan. Reaching for her breasts he releases both nipples at once. She instantly screams and collapses onto his chest moaning as he squeezes and pinches her nipples once again. They are picking up speed. She now has a constant moan coming from deep within. He pleasure and pain intertwining to build a release so intense it threatens to overwhelm her. As he again reaches downward, toward that final clothes pin, her eyes shut in an attempt to steel herself from the return of sensation. He releases her most sensitive rosebud and tosses the clothes pin aside in time to catch her waist and plunge deeper and deeper as her release finally takes over. Her whole body is taken over as the pleasure and lingering pain bubble over leaving her screaming out as he makes one final thrust. His release searing insider of her and their lips locked once again, sealing in his roar and her scream.

Very nice and beautifully written.

It's a well written story. :-)
Here is some things I noticed though..

"...ignore the collar and leave it where it lies.."

I think that sentence is better with the word "it" in it, there wasn't any in the original post.

"Her bottom and stung remembering the belt,..."

I think the word "and" is misplaced in that sentence and that it's better without it and also that you've mixed up the two protagonists in that sentence when proofreading not noticing that the sentence don't make sense with the word "he" at that place.

"...and crawled up into the bed to straddle her and replace..."

It's just a suggesting, but what about adding "into"?

"The pleasure and pain intertwining to build a release so intense it threatens to overwhelm her."

I might be wrong but I think you meant "The" here and not "He".

Other then that I can't notice anything..
Ps.. I'm not a native english speaker so I don't actually know for sure what is right or wrong but I hope those things might improve the story a little.
Other then that, thanks for a really nice story :-)