The Big Book of Submission by Rachel Kramer Bussel

one is for my pleasure.”
    Crack!
    â€œFour,” I sobbed, tears running down my face as she hit me particularly hard.
    Crack!
    â€œThis one is for yours.” She rubbed her heavy breasts against my back and brushed her thatch of hair against my flaming ass.
    â€œFive.” Thank you, Mistress, for correcting me.” Liquid boiled between my thighs as the scent of my arousal flooded the air.
    â€œGood. Now up on the counter and lie flat. I have a special treat for both of us tonight.”
    â€œYes, Ma’am.” I climbed up as she’d ordered and lay down.
    â€œNow, what is my favorite drink, my lovely slave?” She was gathering things from around the kitchen and placing them above my head, where I could not see.
    â€œI would think, Ma’am, that your absolute favorite is the salted caramel mocha, if I am not mistaken.”
    â€œGood girl. Since I have not seen my favorite slave for a week and I also long to taste my favorite drink, what do you think we should do?”
    â€œWhatever my Mistress pleases.”
    â€œI quite agree.”
    Mistress tethered me down to the counter with soft nylon rope attached to built-in rings. My pulse pounded as she took out the first two squeeze bottles and drizzled something cold across my breasts, belly and just above my mons. The smell of chocolate and caramel tickled my nose and I moaned, delighting in the sensation as hermouth began to move across my flesh.
    â€œHmmm. Very sweet. Caramel suits you, my dear.” She squeezed out some more over my breasts and reached for the salt, shaking it over me. Starting at my breasts, she roamed her way just upward of the apex of my thighs and licked at the sticky caramel and chocolate she had poured across my needful flesh. “Now, I wonder. Are you ready for more?”
    I moaned, hungry for her lips to devour me in my most tender of places. She had touched me every place but where I wanted it the most.
    â€œLovely.” She moved between my legs and began to nibble along the side of my moist folds.
    I writhed under her ministrations and shrieked as she sucked my erect clit into her mouth, my hips bucking against her face.
    â€œOh my god. Oh my goooodddd!” I screamed as she gave a long and languorous ice-cream lick down my folds and entered me with three of her fingers, stretching me wide open.
    She hammered my pussy with her fingers and sucked my clit into her mouth, sending sparks of electricity through my body. I came, shuddering, against her hand as she mouthed her way back up to my breasts, pleasure meeting pain as she nipped at my erect nubs with her teeth.
    Mistress stood and wiped her face with a moist towel, then kissed me long and hard. I could taste myself on her tongue. I moaned against her mouth as she reachedabove my head for another temptation. Holding up a small cup of ice and a butterfly vibrator, she plucked a piece of ice from the cup and inserted it into my heaving cunt.
    â€œOhhhh!” I breathed as she secured the vibrator around my hips and positioned it for its fullest potential against my clit. The ice made me writhe against my bonds. She smacked me on the thigh. I began to pant and struggle to get myself under control. The ice burned as my pussy clenched around it greedily.
    â€œStop.” Mistress gave me a stern look and flicked on the vibrator.
    Pleasure and pain ricocheted through me as the pulse of the vibrator took over. I could barely breathe.
    Mistress smiled wolfishly and turned the dial higher.
    â€œI think it’s time we tried a blended iced latte. What do you think?”
    I couldn’t have agreed more.

BRAZEN
    Kathleen Delaney-Adams
    I want you to hurt me.
    I am kneeling in the parking lot of the bar, already in agony after mere minutes on the asphalt. Although we have been loving and fucking for years, I still dress to impress you (read: make you hard) and tonight I went all out, femme guns blazing, before you swung me up on the