Secret Submission by Diana Hunter

mound. She moaned into the bit and tried to push her hips up to him—she wanted that coolness on her pussy.
    The ice cube was smaller now and he ran it along the rope from her navel straight down, this time gently pushing through her pussy lips and running it all the way around to her ass. The cold water gave relief to her hot skin while heightening her desire. Her chest heaved as her breathing grew more and more heavy and the nipple clamps made her aware of every breath.
    He saw the change in her breathing and that her head had fallen back once again. She was ready. Taking a fresh cube, he ran it along the rope and stopped for a moment at her asshole, listening to her muffled whimpers. The cube melted quickly and he brought it back up to her pussy. Separating the lips of her sex with one hand, he pulled the rope aside just enough to slip the small piece of ice inside her vagina, to melt there. Keeping her lips spread, he bent down and gently blew on her clit.
    And she exploded. Her body jerked to a rhythm of its own making—and each movement sent new signals to her brain. The clamps pulled at her nipples, the rope burned her clit and her ass and the ice melting in her pussy, the awareness that she was totally his and that he could do anything to her that he wanted, all combined in her mindless pleasure.
    Sarah couldn’t think. Her mind drifted among the clouds, reaching ever higher as each wave pushed her along. Blue and lavender and rose-colored clouds sailed beneath her as the waves of her orgasm deepened to royal blues and dark purples. She knew she screamed into the bit, but she could not hear her own voice as her climax crested, then ebbed, the colors returning slowly to pale pastels.
    Phillip watched as she came, his own sex hardening at the sight. He had driven her to this—he controlled her body—and increasingly, her spirit. The power he held concentrated itself, coiled and tense and immensely satisfying.
    After several moments, her body slowed, then stopped and hung loosely. But for the crotch rope pulled up tight by the pulley and winch, she would’ve collapsed onto the floor. He undid her arms from her ankles first, then lowered her body to the floor, one hand on the winch, the other arm guiding her down.
    Perception of the world outside her own being gradually came back to her and she followed his movements absently—as if he were dealing with someone else or she were far away. Lying on the floor while he untied the long rope from her own simple rope harness, she brought one hand up and removed the bit. Licking her lips, she swallowed hard a few times, but said nothing.
    He stowed the longer rope and came back to her with a bottle of water and a straw. “Here, drink some.” Lifting her head, he guided the straw to her lips and saw her take a long swallow.
    “Ready to sit up?” She nodded and he helped her to a sitting position. The rope still bit into her, she was wet from the ice and the clamps still bit into her nipples, but her head was clearer now.
    “You are doing well, my slave.” His words of encouragement made her smile. He smiled in return and the world lit up for her. “Stand now.” The command was gentle, and she obeyed simply because he’d asked.
    He led her to the table and helped her onto it so she could lie down. He spread her legs a bit, but did not fasten her down in any way. Instead, he untied the rope that encircled her waist and her sex, gently removing it so it would not burn. Quickly he inspected to be sure there had been no damage—there was none. Her pussy lips, clit and ass were irritated and red, but would recover quickly. The sensitivity there would fade as well, and he wanted her to come when he did.
    His voice gruff again, he commanded, “Stand now, slave, and face the table.” Trembling a bit, she did so. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take and the clamps were really starting to hurt. “Lean over.” She leaned over the table, her elbows bent and taking