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Close your eyes and just feel.
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“Take this with you and put what’s inside it up your ass.” He handed her a little tupperware box that rattled. She accepted it with a puzzled look. “Go on, I’ll follow.” he jerked his head towards the private back room of the little cafe they were at. “When I get there in five minutes, I expect to see you naked on the couch with your ass well-presented.”
She walked through the cafe, feeling her face warm with a slight blush. It felt like everyone in the cafe had their eyes her, knowing what she was going to be doing in that back room. She closed the door behind her in the back room and quickly stripped out of her clothes, leaving them folded neatly in a pile by the door. Carefully, she opened the box, wondering what was inside. It was full of ice cubes!
She inserted them one at a time, the icy droplets of water numbing her fingers. It was strange, feeling the cubes clinking together inside. She clenched her muscles tightly, not wanting any water to drip out.
When the box was empty, she placed it on the small centerpiece table made of dark mahogany, setting it squarely in the middle. She gingerly climbed up and knelt on the well-used leather of the couch and leaned forward with her face buried in a cushion, ass high up in the air, open for anyone to see as soon as they walked through the door. She could feel her stomach churning strangely with the cold water inside her. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply of the scent of the old leather couch, listening to the buzz of conversation she could hear coming from the cafe just beyond the door, waiting for her master.
Her cheeks flamed bright red as the door opened with a click and a swoosh of cool air brushed her naked backside. A rush of humiliation flooded over her and she froze, fighting the self-preservation instincts screaming at her to run and hide herself. The moments ticked by until he spoke, pride evident in his voice. “Good, girl.”
Stick that ass up in the air and keep it there.
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When I say “no”… I really mean “yes please, sir!”
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