Bratty Sub | Series
Secret Diary #2
Reading his submissive’s journal jogs Master’s memory about an icy punishment as experienced from rabbit’s standpoint
Check out part one — or just read on. Each story is a standalone diary entry.
My little rabbit was at body balance class before going to the salon for a Hollywood wax. I dictate that she looks after herself. Our play scenes require her to be strong and supple - a good master should take care of his slave’s wellbeing. I prefer her hairless, so she gets her pussy waxed at regular intervals, but she shaves her legs and underarms daily.
I took another opportunity, while she was occupied, to peruse her diary. Last time I’d found it both exciting and elucidating, acquainting myself with her innermost thoughts about our sex games had left me wanting to know more.
Friday 18 May
Sir was angry with me, he’d needed his city clothes washed and dried and ready to meet a client. I don’t like it when he leaves me alone all day. He had no dark socks clean (oopsie — I was meaning to wash them). There were shirts washed and ironed, but none of them were his favourites (of course not, I’d stuffed them to the bottom of the ironing basket, with pillowcases on top).
My missed chores did not stop him going to the meeting (shame) but they made him late and in a bad mood. As he shut the door, he promised me there would be consequences (sorry, not sorry!) I ensured I was waiting for his return by the front door. My legs were spread and I was naked except for a collar which said ‘slave’.
On entering the house, Sir barely acknowledged me. He just set down his laptop bag and removed his shoes, then fetched himself a drink from the kitchen. I hung my head in disappointment, but waited, heart thumping, anticipating what might happen next.
“Come rabbit, follow me.”
His voice was gruff as it trailed off towards the living room. I moved on hands and knees in his wake. He sat on the dark leather sofa and spread his knees apart, resting a glass of whisky and ice on one knee as I followed him. I was trying to put as much sass and sexy ass-sway into my crawling as I could.
“Kneel here,” he indicated the space between his feet.
I obeyed, sitting with downcast eyes. Sir sipped his drink, letting the anticipation stretch. I heard the clink of ice in the amber liquid before feeling a chunk of it rubbed over my bottom lip. It was chilly but the shock which zapped into me was not unpleasant. He tilted my chin, allowing me to look into his eyes, while melt water dripped onto my chin. He pressed the ice cube against my mouth so I opened wider, whereon he slipped it into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow!” he warned.
As the ice slowly melted in my mouth, cooling its cavern and my tongue, he dipped into his glass for another cube, pressing it hard to my nipple. I suppressed a gasp. I know my eyes widened with shock and thrill as a spike of cold burned against its upturned tip.
His hard stare challenged me not to wince as cold droplets splashed my belly and thighs. The rest of the was cube nudged against my lips and I took that into my mouth, letting it rest on my tongue. Sir held a third cube to my other breast. An ache and throb leaped from nipple to clit at lightning speed, almost causing an involuntary thrust of my pubis, but I managed to remain still.
“Unzip me rabbit,” he commanded. I responded with alacrity, the jiggling of my chilly breasts scattering cold droplets onto my thighs.
“One more, open wide.”
The third ice cube joined the puddle of meltwater in my mouth.
“You may swallow rabbit, but ensure you keep the ice cube on your tongue.”
It was a relief to let the water run down my throat.
His cock sprang free, semi hard, decorated with a droplet of his arousal. I pulled my eyes back up to Sir’s face. In my peripheral vision, his hand grasped its girth and began to work steadily up and down; slow, languid pumps easing his foreskin in motion, drawing its cowl over the head of his cock and back down, just how he liked it.
Sir eased himself forward, his knees spread to trap me within and eased his length close to my face.
“Suck me!” he growled
I opened my mouth wide and pulled him in with lips and tongue, but kept my hands behind my back and my eyes on his face. A let down reflex in my pussy slicked my lips with delight to be commanded into service. His groan of pleasure made my inner walls snatch and throb.
“So cold!” he grunted.
He bucked his hips into my throat and I sucked harder, saliva leaked over his prick as I rubbed the underside with my chilled tongue- my needs subjugated to his pleasure. I sucked, licked and swallowed, his member throbbed in my mouth and I was rewarded with salty pre-cum. My pussy swelled and drooled with lust, its lubrication ran out of me and pooled on the hard floor. Experience told me I’d lick that up later, branded a ‘dirty girl who couldn’t get enough.’ This had my walls clenching with heightened arousal.
“Nipples” he barked harshly, indicating his climax was building.
I reached my fingers to his pectorals and with pincer fingers and thumbs began pinching and twisting his nipples to heighten the pleasure/pain dynamic. I tormented the tiny nubs of flesh while accelerating my sucking and bobbing on his cock. I was swallowing plenty of saliva and precum, but knew there were strings of drool hanging from my mouth and chin. I looked a mess, I but I knew this delighted my master: his pleasure was the endgame, his climax the goal.
“Stop,” he roared, breaking my concentration.
I opened my mouth wide and sat back on my heels, ready to welcome the jets of white semen which spurted from the bulbous head of his cock. My face and neck got decorated with liquid ribbons which dribbled down to my chest.
When he slapped my sticky face with his softening cock, I felt pulses in my cunt. He commanded me to clean myself up, so I used fingers to scoop his jism off my skin and into my mouth. As I was swallowing his climax I felt mine creep one step nearer.
“Now go and make us something to eat. You may wash your hands but not your face. You look a mess rabbit, but maybe my cum tightening on your skin will remind you of the importance of making sure my clothes are clean and ready to wear.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied.
His sternness and my obedience — both fuelled my desire.
Later that night he bathed me and washed my hair, before fucking me with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. His forearm pressed my neck making it hard to breathe. That was so hot. I love it when he treats me like his dolly, his lust overtaking him and making him play rough.
Next morning I looked in the mirror — I had to admire the pale blue grey bruises on my neck plus some on my hips where his fingers dug into me. I felt a lucky rabbit!
Now I remembered that day — I’d been so furious with her bratty behaviour that I’d hatched the plan: punishment for her, pleasure for me. She’d looked glorious when I opened the door, all big penitent eyes and parted moist lips. Torturing her slowly with the ice had brought fire to my my veins, while her sucking mouth had been like a sub-zero tunnel.
I loved to see my pretty maid decorated with lacy ribbons of cum. Her dainty skin looked like porcelain when bruises came through — to my delight, she wore them like badges of honour.
Later, when my little rabbit got home I’d stripe her bottom red so we could admire the bruises which would develop.
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