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The Snow Lodge Ch. 01

By: androgyne30



100 vanilla scented candles placed at random around the room. An expensive bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and M&M's to accentuate the flavour. On the floor a large padded mat and towels. And on the stereo Enigma playing at just the right volume. 

Outside, snow and wind and ice whirl about with fiendish fury. Shrieking, sighing, roaring, writhing—Winter's song and dance in her full glory.

I hear you knock at the door, and grin. I rush to the door, but then dash back and grab the final detail: a blindfold. 

Opening the door a blast of frigid air and swirling snow throws you into my arms. I grab you and we embrace. Your cold, snow dusted cheeks press my warm dry ones. We luxuriate in luscious contrasts: hot and cold, wet and dry--assault our senses. 

You thrust the cold taste of winter's cunt into my mouth, and I thrust back a candle-like tongue of liquid fire. Slowly the two extremes blend, and mingle, and lust's melting wax oozes into our mouths with an exquisite slowness.

I blindfold you. You smile, and we kiss again. I unzip your coat, and lean down to take off your boots. We walk over to a couch by the fire, and I sit you down slowly. 

I pour you a glass of wine. I bring the glass to your nose, and let the bouquet waft over your face. I slip an M&M into your mouth, and my cock twitches when you mouth my finger tips, and flick your tongue out to taste their saltiness, before you crunch the chocolate. You sip the wine. Salty sweetness mingles in your mouth and a hot whirlpool of saliva washes it down your throat.

Enigma's rhythmic bass fills the room to mix with the relaxing scent of vanilla candles. I begin to undress you. Button by button I undo your shirt, and slide your arms out of it . . . and then slowly slide your gorgeous breasts out of your bra. Your breasts speckle with goose bumps. Your nipples harden into icicles. I warm them with my hands. Massaging them until their flesh softens a little.

Then I stand you up, and slide your pants down to the floor, and as my face passes your left breast I can't help mouthing the nipple once. You step out of your pants, and I pull your underwear down and off of you too.

I lie you down on the mat, and cover you with a soft thick cotton towel. Your silent submission of trust and comfort in my presence also covers me with a lovely feeling. I kiss the nape of your neck.

I pick up a bottle of massage oil. Vanilla mixed with mint. I pour a small pool of it into my hand, and then rub my hands together to warm it before I move them onto your shoulders. I smear the mixture over your body, and slowly begin inching the towel down your back.

I move my hands in smoothing circular motions up and down your back. One hand after the other hand, over and over, and begin to feel the energies of your body release their tension, and awaken.

I arrive at your lower back, and begin to use my weight to apply pressure to the knots I find there. You make your first sound since lying down. A low and primal groan of pain mixed with a mildly orgasmic release as the knots submit to my unceasing pressure.

I begin smoothing deep strokes from your lower back into the flesh of your ass. I go down the center, and then return to the starting point along the sides of your body. I work my way down to the center points of each cheek of your ass.

I straddle you, and then lean with the full power of my hands and body into your ass. You groan louder this time, and whimper too. I do this for a couple of minutes.

Finishing with your ass for the moment, I slide my hands down into the space between your thighs. My fingers work into the tension that only a lover has access to along the inner thigh. I brush the silky hair of your pussy, and you shiver. Another aroma adds itself to the vanilla and mint.

I work my way down your calves, to the backs of your knees. I play with the nerves behind the knee cap, delicately releasing their repressed energies to zip up and down the meridians of your body's energy channels.

And then I reach your feet. I grin to myself, and reach for more oil. I lube my hands up well, and warm them against each other for a moment. Then I grab your foot and firmly oil every inch of its surface. 

Up to this point I had been holding back the full force and power of my grip—I slowly squeeze your heel hard, harder, harder . . . and then even harder. You shudder, and such an intense moan that I worry I might have gone too far—you reassure me, and I continue.

I finish crushing the tension out of your heel, and begin to work my thumbs and fingers into the tender underbelly of your foot. I find the triggers, and work them severely but skillfully. I then begin pulling on your toes, slowly and hard. Each toe, hard and slowly. 

I gently set down the one foot, re-oil my hands, and set about making sucking sounds on your other foot with my hands. 

Finishing your feet, I slowly maneuver you onto your back. By this point you're only semi-conscious of what is going on, and there is not a fiber of resistance to any request I make of your body.

I rework the tops of your feet, paying particular attention to the triggers that flow up to your breasts, and to your pussy. I then glide up your calves, and upper thighs . . . and you tense a little in anticipation as my slick oiled fingers approach your pussy.

I put my hands, one atop the other, on your pussy firmly. I close my eyes, and breathe deeply, and firmly press into your pussy with my palms. I hold this pose for several minutes. I visualize a blue energy within my groin blossoming and flowing upwards through my heart and down my arms and into my hands pressing your pussy. I imagine that you have an orange energy there that is also uncurling. 

I slowly move my hands down to your thighs and spread them. I put three fingers together on each hand, and move them firmly into the tendons that lie between your pussy and each leg. The tension draining sensation that trickles slowly out of you as my fingers palpate that space just outside your pussy begins to increase and flow and suddenly pour out of you. I can see your energy lines begin to roar and flow up and down without any blockages; your body returns to its natural state of bliss.

I slip my hands up over your pussy, and you moan a protest about their absence. I move them to your belly, and gently massage you there. I slowly move my hands down the sides of your body, draining more residual tension. And then move up to your breasts, but only give them a passing stroke as I move to your shoulders.

I move from straddling your thighs to a new position, without breaking contact with your body and my hands. I sit on the floor just above your head. And begin working my fingers into the knots in the tops of your shoulders. 

I apply some force here with my hands as the knots are hard and filled with bad energies. I work my thumbs up the sides of your neck to your ears, and massage their lobes, and then move them down the back of your neck. 

Lifting your head, I roll it as I massage away your stress. I make long pulling strokes with one hand, and my other follows after it, each one following the other in unceasing waves of pressure. 

I place both hands one atop the other, on your forehead, and apply gentle but firm pressure to the ridge of your eyebrows. I hold this for several moments, knowing that the last pockets of tension are draining away from your face and body. Then, as lightly as possible, I put each of my thumbs on your eyelids. A draining unlike anything you've ever felt evokes a snowflake of grey light in front of each closed eye.

I stroke my fingers down the contours of your face. Your lips pucker and pout as I massage the muscles around them, and I groan inside my head as I imagine a hundred things that I want to do to your lips, and them to do to me.

Finally, I slide my hands down onto your chest. I slowly smooth my fingers into the flesh, and then deeper down into the muscles that lie beneath. I move my palms down to cup your breasts, and then down to the sides of your chest and back up to the top again, and repeat the slow deep sliding pressure of my fingers smoothing out the last bits of tension . . .

End Part I 

The Snow Lodge Ch. 02



The massage finished. I look at the rise and fall of your breasts in the candle light as shadows slowly ripple up and down them, and I know you are asleep. 

Rising, I leave you to rest. I walk up a set of stairs to a room on the second level. I check to see that all is ready. Every detail of the evening laid out in its place . . . everything ready for you.

I return to where you are still sleeping under a blanket of golden light and soft shadows. I pick up a terrycloth robe and kneel beside you. I lean down and kiss lightly each of your eyes through the blindfold.

You stir, and I raise you to a sitting position, and drape the robe over you. You reach for the blindfold but I stop you. Standing you up, I bind the folds of the robe around you; it's plush warm softness comforting, soothing.

I walk us towards the stairs, and up to the room. Entering, you notice a sudden change in the texture of sounds in the room. 

I smile, and say, "This is a very special room. The walls, floor, and ceiling are made of sound reflecting materials."

I then say, "Every sound, no matter how small, is amplified. I quite like it."

We move to the center of the room, and I allow you to bump into something. The sound of springs bouncing slightly rings along the walls and ceiling. I watch your face and see curiosity radiating from a wide awake and very alert smile.

I turn you around, and maneuver you back one step. I slip the robe off of your body, and it falls to the floor. Straps of a soft material that you can't name caress the backs of your ass and legs. 

I say, "Trust me. Lean back." 

I put my hands under your arms and lower you backwards into a seat harness. As you sit down the springs and seat adjust, and you only sink a few inches before the support grabs hold of your ass. You bob slightly up and down, and then I press my lips softly into yours, and hold my full lips against yours for a long lingering moment. 

When you try to slip your tongue into my mouth I break the kiss. I put my hands on the back of your neck, and upper back, and finish placing you into the floating harness. I give you a moment to get used to the supports that now lie under your ass, lower and upper back, and neck. 

Slipping my hands out from beneath you, I grab your left hand and move it into a restraining loop and wrap the ties around it securely. Then I put your right hand into another restraint, and tie it down. A strap across the flesh below your breasts secures your mid-section, and then I slowly and delicately draw a wide strap over your throat and secure it too.

I then pick up your left leg by the ankle and calf, and slip your foot through a stirrup, and tie your ankle down. I do the same to your other leg and ankle. 

I blink suddenly, as a hot wetness soaks through my pants at the knee, and realize that your pussy is soaking through the cotton where my leg is touching you. I smile. You exhale loudly and sharply as I push my upper thigh against your cunt, and wiggle it a little.

I step back, examine the angles of your spread open legs, arms, and body—perfect. 

I strip quickly. My cock hard and red. I take it in my hand and move the head to the lips of your cunt. I move the tip up and down the wisps of your moist hair. You squirm again and the harness jiggles.

I move my cock head further into your cunt, just enough that you can feel the circumference of its large hot head between your lips. Your pussy spasms like a mouth trying to gulp for air. It grabs the head of my cock for a moment, slick juices saturate the head, and then you can't keep a hold of it and your cunt mouth slides off of it.

Cool air swirls around my cock, and the air currents in the room bring the pungent smell of your cunt straight into my nose. 

I move away from your cunt towards your head. I bring the pussy juice covered head of my cock to within an inch of your nose.

I jam the head of my cock into your mouth, and mercilessly begin to pump my cock in and out of your face. My cock gets even harder as I think about you tasting cunt-juice mixing with pre-cum as you suck me. You feel the head of my cock swell, and grow in size, and you moan into it as you suck vigorously.

I grab a handful of each of your breasts, and give you a warning.

"I'm going to put every inch of my cock down your throat now. Take a breath."

I pull out for a moment, and you take in air, and say, "Fuck my throat. Put your cock so far into me I feel it in my ass!"

I move my cock head into your mouth, and slowly ease it further, further, further, and then further again into your throat. Your moist lips touch my balls, and I can feel your teeth digging into the girth of my cock at the base in a deliciously painful grip.

I pause for a moment, and then withdraw to let you breathe, and then plunge the full length down to my balls again.

I withdraw my cock completely. You immediately begin begging for it again.

"Please give me your cock. Gimme your fucking cock now. I need to suck it. I'll swallow your cum! Fuck my face! Fuck it. Come on, FUCK IT!"

I begin to pump my cock. Slick with your saliva, the sounds of my hand pumping, and heavy balls slapping my thighs, smack the walls and ceiling and reverberate back to smack your ears. 

You know what I'm doing, and in your mind's eye you see my almost purple bulging head bobbing up and down just inches from your wide open mouth, and wildly searching tongue.

I give you a warning, and a single opportunity to say no. "I'm going to cum deep inside your throat. Okay?"

I pause, and then take the silent open-mouthed response as a yes. Plunging my cock back into your mouth and down your throat I pump jets of hot cum deep into your body. Your tongue assaults the base of my cock and balls, and you dig your teeth in hard so that I can't withdraw.

I cry out, and cry out again in ecstasy. It becomes almost too much—no--it is too much and I try to pull out. You release the grip enough for me to pull out but at the same time drag your vicious teeth down my withdrawing length. 

I fall on top of your body, and we bounce up and down in the harness together. My still twitching cock between your breasts. My balls sitting right in front of your chin. 

You move your face up to tongue my balls vigorously, and I feel a kind of secondary orgasm flow up and down my body. I hear you gagging a little from the strap across your throat, but know that you don't care. You need to taste the silky flesh of my balls . . . 

I push my self up off of you, barely able to stand. You float suspended in the harness. Bouncing lightly up and down, and swaying side to side. A stream of cum lines your body from chin to breasts.

I walk over to a pile of towels, and back to you. I wipe up the cum from your body. And then clean my cock off. I then put a bottle of mouth wash to your lips, and you gargle away the taste of my cum. I hold a cup to your mouth and watch you spit. 

I thrust my tongue into your mouth the moment you finish spitting. Kissing you passionately as thanks for taking my cum deep inside your mouth and throat. You suck on my tongue, and swirl your tongue around it slowly. I feel the sensations deep inside my cock, and it begins to get hard again.

Setting down the towel, mouthwash, and cup, I walk back over to the table and pick up two small white pills with hearts on them. I open up a bottle of cold water, and walk back to you.

"Do you trust me?" I ask you again. And you nod. 

"Good. Open your mouth." And your jaw immediately drops: tongue out and ready for anything.

I place the pill on your tongue, and you pull it back into your mouth. I give you the bottle of water, and you take a deep pull on it, swallowing. I do the same.

I go back to the table you cannot see, and examine the items lying on it. Choosing a glove with five small cylindrical objects tipping each of the fingers, and also a single finger-sized tube, I then pick up a stool too. I walk back to the space between your legs, and sit down right in front of your pussy.

Snick, brrrrrrr . . . . the acoustics in the room amplify the tiny but powerful motors of the special glove now on my hand.

I brush the vibrating finger-tips of my glove against you—and your entire body twitches, the harness bouncing a little in response to your movement. 

"Uhhhh," you moan.

I slip two of the vibrating fingers into my mouth to moisten them, and then slide them firmly up the crack of your ass and through the slit of your cunt slowly . . . the vibrating fingers' sounds changing their slurpy slippery textures as I progress from the back of your ass to your anus and then up slowly through your soaking wet lips to dip into the entrance of your cunt, lingering for a moment on your clit, and then up and out of your juices. 

"Uhhhh, uh, oh god, hmmmmm," and your throat's guttural pitch tightens at the same time as your cunt spasms in longing for my fingers. 

Each juicy textured sound and change in the pitch of your cunt's sloppy vibrations are amplified by the room to fuck the ears of both of us in an erotic aural threesome.

I slip two vibrating fingers back into your pussy, and my thumb begins massaging your clit at the same time. I pull the two fingers back towards me in circular motions inside your pussy. Trying to touch the thumb that rubs your clit, my two fingers vibrate from inside your cunt and into the back of your clit from inside your pussy, as my thumb attacks from the front. 

I pick up the finger-sized tube. Knowing that I've almost missed the moment I quickly turn it on, and spit quickly right onto your asshole. I gently work the furiously vibrating finger into your ass up to the half-way mark.

Easing my two fingers out for a moment, I add a third and then push them back into your pulsating sloppy cunt. I pump the three fingers in and out at an angle that hits your g-spot, and at the same time my thumb locks into place just below your clit, and I begin to pulse it in one place: pulse . . pulse . . pulse . . pulse . . . 

And that's when I put my warm mouth right onto your clit and began slurping, licking, and sucking it in gentle lapping strokes.

"oh fuck . . . OH fu--. . . .oh fuck fuck FUCK . . . . OH GOD FUCK!!!" You cum hard, and I continue to finger your ass with vibrations, the inside of your pussy with my three vibrating fingers, the bottom of your clit with my vibrating thumb, and my hot wet tongue swirling away at your clit's upper surface . . . .

"AGH! AGH! Uh UH UH!" You cum again, and then begin mumbling. Your body shuddering and shaking uncontrollably, and your hands twitching inside their bonds as though trying to push me away from your rippling, twitching, pulsating pussy . . . 

I stop. Kissing your pussy lightly, I lick my lips to savour the fresh splashes of your cunt juice that dribble down my chin, as your orgasms continue to wrack your bouncing weightless body, bound within the soft embrace of the floating harness . . .

End Part II  



The Snow Lodge Ch. 03



Bound within the soft embrace of the floating harness . . . you writhe and moan as your clit continues to shriek with pulsating pleasure. I pull my vibrating fingers out of your cunt, and the other finger out of your ass. 

I stand and walk to your face. Leaning down I slide my tongue into your mouth, and kiss you deeply. My tongue moves deep, stroking, sliding, and slipping up and down. You moan into my mouth, and kiss me passionately.

I withdraw my tongue, and you whimper . . . wanting, needing it. I whisper into your ear—"It's almost time." The soft, tiny hairs on the flesh of your earlobe stand on end, and a shiver runs from the base of your spine, through your body into your pussy, up through your chest, and spirals onto the crown of your head like liquid lightning.

Time for what . . . you wonder.

I whisper into your ear . . .

"The two pills we took are pure MDMA. They take about twenty minutes for the body to absorb. You are about to take a journey of sexual exploration that you cannot imagine. A simple kiss will feel like a thousand orgasms. The feeling of my breath blowing over your flesh will make you shudder. My tongue sliding over your nipple will make you cry out. Can you imagine the sheer sensuality of my hot hard cock head sliding in and out of your mouth when every nerve ending in your lips and tongue is exploding?" 

"On top of every nerve fiber in your body being elevated you will also feel an overwhelming sense of pure ecstasy. You will lose all sense of inhibited Self. This does not mean that you will not know who you are . . . rather you will not be afraid, you will only know the Truth that is now in this moment . . . that I am with you, and you with me." 

I stand up and go to a table on which many objects lie in wait. Before choosing, I turn on some music. The erotic rhythms of Enigma saturate the air again. I pick up a spray bottle, and walk back to sit on my stool next to your head. I begin to slowly stroke your head softly . . . waiting. 

As I stroke your hair I spray a fine mist of water mixed with vanilla and mint oils. The blindfold covering your eyes amplifying your sense of smell and with each intake of breath the aromatic mist calms you.

As my fingers slide through your glistening hair you begin to notice something different about how the sensation feels. As my fingers glide through your hair you shiver a little . . . and then I drag my fingers over your scalp . . . and your body feels phantom fingers ripple up and down its length. I spray your hair again, and this time every droplet lands on a nerve center, and in slow motion you feel the moisture cascade like a thousand rain drops down the shivering flesh of your body . . . 

I squeeze a spray over your face . . . and your body arches from the sheer agony of every millimeter of your face moaning.

I spray your breasts and your nipples become diamond red blossoms glistening with moisture.

I spray your stomach and the coolness sinks into your flesh and slides down into your pussy where it tongues you in ways you didn't know possible.

I go to the table and put the bottle down. You hear me move away and wonder what is next.

You hear me open a door. I take something out, and close it. 

I move the stool so that I can sit next to your breasts. In my hands a custom made ice cube tray with a dozen perfect spheres of frozen chocolate lie waiting. I pick one up, and say, "This might be a little cold . . ."

I place the small chocolate sphere in the opening of your belly-button. You writhe and moan from the sensation of iciness that radiates outward in every direction from the little chocolate ball. You begin to buck and bounce in the harness as you feel the chocolate melting . . .

Little rivulets of liquid slide along your flesh and dribble down the sides of your body. I lean forward and begin licking the melted chocolate off of your body—I moan loudly.

Your entire awareness focuses down to the single point in space and time where my hot wet tongue slides along the soft flesh of your body. Nothing else exists except for my tongue and the feeling of it moving each tiny little hair on the surface of your flesh as it simultaneously tongue fucks each tiny nerve ending in your body.

I move my mouth to your belly button, and savagely suck at the small pool of liquid chocolate. The slurping sound makes your pussy muscles spasm in jealousy of the hot mouth paying attention to another part of your body.

And then a thought occurs to you—I had moaned. You realize that I also took a pill, and the thought makes you moan.

"Give me your cock."

"No." 

"I need your cock! Fuck me with it now!"

"Not yet . . ."

I smile and take another frozen chocolate sphere from the tray and move to stand next to your head.

I hold the chocolate sphere just above your nose and the aroma slides into your mind. Your mouth gushes with saliva triggered by your desire to suck, taste, eat . . . anything. You lick your lips and moan—the feeling of your own tongue sliding over your lips makes you pant—you lick them again, and begin thrusting your tongue out searching for the chocolate desperately . . . 

I slip the chocolate frozen sphere into your mouth and your lips and tongue assault my fingers—saltiness and chocolate flavors fuck every taste bud on your tongue, and you furiously suck at my fingers, and moan as the chocolate melts like molten orgasmic lava down your tongue and into your throat . . . you pant and suck wildly on my fingers as you think about how it will feel for me to unleash a torrent of molten hot cum down your throat . . . 

I pick up three chocolate spheres and move to stand between your legs. I tell you to take a deep breath. Suddenly you feel my fingers spreading your lips open and moan, "NOooooooooo . . ."

I pop the three spheres into your pussy, and then put my palm over it to keep them from slipping out. You thrash and bounce and gyrate wildly as the sensations of the three frozen spheres inside you are unlike anything you've known before. The oozing ice chocolate balls melt and roll around inside your hot wet pussy. 

I drop to my knees and suck. I suck the chocolate balls back out of you with my burning hot wet mouth. I tongue fuck the opening as I taste your juice intermingled with the chocolate . . . and you cum—hard . . . 

End Part III