The Taste of Honey by Koba17

Rating: 86%, Read 27900 times, Posted Jun 05, 2008

True Story | Authoritarian, BDSM, Domination, Male, Sado-Masochism, Submission


Donna waited for a response. She felt fairly certain that she was

correct but under the circumstances she just couldn't be sure. The

delay, a few seconds that felt like minutes, increased her apprehension.

Was she right? What was going to happen?

She felt his tongue gently licking at her nipple. A sense of relief came

over her as a warm glow spread throughout her body. Her guess was right.

She smiled. Everything else faded out as she experienced the joy of

having her sensitive nipples pleasured. All that existed was the feeling

of his wet mouth and saliva soaked fingers sucking and pinching at her

taut nipples. She moaned. She wanted to speak, to tell him how good it

felt but she couldn't. Ten words. That was all she was allowed to say

during this session. Obedience was paramount. Donna gritted her teeth to

keep the words from escaping as the sound of her moans and labored

breathing filled the room. The buzz in her brain continued even after he

pulled away. He laid next to her, watching as she returned to reality.

As he pulled her lower lip down slightly with his finger, her mouth

automatically opened. He delicately slid the cold soft pulp between her

expectant lips. She swished it around in her mouth trying to discern its

identity. Could she guess what was in her mouth? That was the game. The

session was an exercise in sensory deprivation and accentuation.The

black silk scarf covering her eyes prevented her from seeing the morsel.

In addition, a set of heavy soundproof earmuffs deadened her sense of

hearing. Her ability to taste and smell was on trial. The reward or

penalty would occur in the realm of the greatly magnified sense of

touch. And Donna was wide open for touch, lying naked spread eagled on

the bed, wrists and ankles tied securely to the bedposts.


His mouth immediately went to her neck, an extremely sensitive and

tender area. Donna swooned as her Dom kissed, licked, nibbled, and

sucked, moving slowly back and forth from ear to ear. Her throat turned

ruby red, contrasting beautifully with the surrounding lily white skin.

Before finishing he pulled her hair lifting her head off the bed.

Leaning forward he bit into the back of her neck, producing a

simultaneous rush of sharp pain and intense pleasure. The ecstatic

recipient squealed joyfully as this most susceptible area of her body

was ravaged by his gnawing teeth. The effect was so strong that Donna

felt an orgasm coming on. But he sensed it too and withdrew leaving her

gasping on the edge of climax.

Next, a small capful of pure Vermont maple syrup was carefully poured

onto her waiting tongue. It was very sweet. At first Donna thought of

molasses but it didn't quite match. She moved her tongue back and forth

sloshing the syrup over her taste buds trying very hard to match the

taste with one stored in her memory. At last she came up with one.


"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Donna grimaced and gnashed her teeth as she felt

the block of ice sliding over her skin. It was all she could do to keep

her scream from turning into words. As he slid the ice over her chest

and stomach the helpless prisoner pulled strenuously at the ropes which

held her. Her nipples became rock hard as he scraped the frozen block

over them. Donna began to breath very heavily. Her skin was sensitive to

cold. And he knew it. And she knew that he knew it. For a moment she

thought of using the safeword but she resisted. It was important to her

to experience what her Dominant gave her. She decided to endure, no

matter what.

He felt her determination. The stakes were higher now. He glided the ice

effortlessly over her upper body until stopping it at her armpit. He

pressed it in firmly moving it back and forth over the small ultra

sensitive area. Donna's body involuntarily jerked upward as the ropes

were again stressed to the max. Strange moans, tainted with urgent

pleading tones, escaped from her lips. Her teeth began to chatter.

To lessen the tension he moved the ice to her lower body, running the

shrinking block up and down her legs in rapid strokes. The intensity was

reduced yet Donna began to quiver. Not only was the ice affecting her

but she was terrified that he would ice her feet. She thought it was the

one area she could not tolerate the cold on. She was greatly relieved

when he pushed the block back up her legs without touching her feet. But

the relief was shortlived. The ice, which was now reduced to the size of

a cube, was pressed against her clit. Donna groaned as she felt her

swollen clit shrink in size. Finally, he stuck the remaining piece of

ice deep into her pussy where her heat quickly melted it.

The bondaged submissive took a deep breath. She had survived. Although

the ice was torturous for her she felt a distinct sense of exhilaration

as she waited for the next sample.

A large piece of fruit was pushed forcefully into her mouth. As Donna

bit into it her taste buds exploded with a ferocious reaction forcing

her to shake her head vigorously side to side. There was no doubt as to

the identity of the extremely sour fruit.


Holding the bottle up high over the bed, her Master let the warm

fragrant oil fall on her body like rain from above. From shoulders to

feet the sandalwood scented liquid dripped onto her, flowing freely down

her sides. When a sufficient amount had fallen he moved the lubricant in

gentle circles around her skin being sure to cover every spot. He then

began a fingertip massage. The pressure was so light at times that Donna

barely felt the contact. The warmth of the oil contrasted magnificently

with the lingering effects of the recently applied ice. Gradually he

increased the pressure expertly massaging her body in the way that she

loved. Donna cooed softly as his hands stroked and kneaded her flesh.

Beneath the blindfold she shed several hidden tears of joy and

appreciation. After rubbing down her entire body he stopped to prepare

the next taste.

Squeezing his cock he pressed upward on the shaft releasing a large drop

of precum. Carefully placing it on his finger, he rubbed it on Donna's

waiting lips. Slurping it in with her tongue, she smiled as she gave her


"Master's cum."

The Dom moved into position straddling his legs above his prostrate

submissive. Leaning forward the tip of his erection touched Donna's

lips. As she opened them he gradually slid his swollen cock in.

Rhythmically rocking his hips back and forth he slowly and gently fucked

her eager mouth. Her succulent lips pulled with a forceful draw on his

backstrokes. Before withdrawing he drove his hard on deep into her

throat burying his cock to the hilt. He held it there momentarily until

he felt her gag reflex. He then pulled out fully.

As he was climbing off of her, Donna unexpectedly spoke;


He didn't quite know what to do with this response. But as he thought

about it, he saw that she was right. He started to laugh. She felt his

laughter through the vibrations in the mattress. She started to giggle

too. He looked at the plate on the table. He removed the small bottle of

Tabasco sauce and put it aside. It would not be used in this session.

"Cock" was number six. And as she was correct he had to come up with

appropriate stimulation for her.

The riding crop had always been one of his favorite implements. It's

flexibility made it easy to use in a rapid fire motion. He now applied

it between Donna's widely spread legs. Slowly and gently at first, he

tapped the black leather tip of the crop on his sub's exposed clit.

Progressively he increased the speed and hardness of the taps,

eventually reaching a steady rhythm where the crop was beating on her

pussy several times per second.

As the pounding continued Donna reached a state of tremendous arousal.

Her partner watched for the telltale signs of her approaching climax. As

her hands began to shake he tossed the crop aside. Leaning down, he put

his lips on her clitoris, sucking the throbbing membrane into his mouth.

As his tongue caressed and swirled over her clit, Donna was launched

into a bodywrenching orgasm. She screamed as she again strained the

ropes. Her vagina convulsed sending out several streams of heated juices

which wet her lover's face and hair. He waited until her body was still

before removing his mouth. He laid across her body for a few moments

giving them both a chance to recover.

The next item selected from the plate was a piece of cherimoya, a fruit

chosen purposefully for it's obscurity. Dry, pulpy, and virtually

tasteless, there was little chance that a correct answer would be given.

And that was the intent. Her answer was spoken with great uncertainty.


Starting at the base of her neck, he lightly drew the tip of the Buck

knife down the center of her chest to her pubic hairs. Donna held her

breath for a moment adjusting herself to what was happening. Although

she enjoyed knifeplay, there was always a level of fear that crept over

her as she felt the sharp blade touching her skin. Never had they played

like this before with her being restrained and blindfolded. Her heart

began to beat faster and small beads of perspiration appeared on her

forehead. He touched her all over her body making her experience the

razorlike sharpness of the hardened steel. She gasped loudly as he

gently scraped the edge over her clit. Moving up he stabbed at her

nipples with slight thrusts of the pointed tip of the blade. Donna felt

a heated sensation. She was certain that she was cut, but she was not.

For a finale he moved the knife to her neck. Donna laid perfectly still

as he drew the blade back and forth in horizontal lines across her

throat. This produced a delicious fear inside the helpless girl. For

although terrified she adored what he was doing. She felt grateful for

having a Dominant who understood her needs so well.

He looked at the plate. The three items left were relatively easy to

guess. He had planned it that way. He wanted to be loving to her at the

end. Therefore he was shocked when after sliding the chunk of strawberry

between her lips, he heard;


Her favorite fruit! How could she not recognize her favorite fruit? He

was stunned for a moment as her error forced him to change his plans. He

thought of a suitable torture for her.

Going to the end of the bed, he reached out and grabbed her left foot

holding it still in a viselike grip. Leaning over he began to lick her

toes. The ticklish woman began to laugh uncontrollably. Without mercy he

sucked on each digit taking it into his mouth where he nibbled and

chewed the length of it. He ran his tongue all along the bottom of her

foot increasing her frenzy. As he moved to her right foot he stepped up

the process. He stopped licking and started biting. Hard. Donna began to

scream and flail about in her limited capacity to do so. But he held her

foot tightly in place. He bit very hard into the ball of her foot. Donna

lost what little control she had left:


It was hard to know which one of them was more surprised by her

screaming obscenities at him. She had disobeyed, breaking the rules of

the session as he had laid them out. She was not suppossed to speak

unless it was time to guess. As he finished with her feet, they both

knew that repurcussions were coming.


Donna's voice was a bare whisper as she announced the name of the easily

discernable fruit. But it made no difference that she was right. Her

outburst had caused her to forfeit any chances of a pleasurable reward.

She was resigned to the fact that a punishment was coming. But she also

knew that sometimes his punishments were mind numbing trips to nirvana.

She waited to see what was in store for her.

He slid the long and wide cucumber into her pussy. It took a bit of

effort as the walls of her vagina were stretched to the max. When it was

fully inserted he left it there. Donna adjusted to having the large

vegetable inside her. The cold skin of the cuke was quickly warmed by

the heat of her body.

From his cabinet he took out his favorite implement, the rope flogger.

It was composed of 50 strands of black and white dyed rope When applied

properly it carried a ferocious yet tolerable wallop. It was a "thudder"

rather than a "stinger". The impact was felt deep in the body rather

than at the surface of the skin. Although it could cause bruising, it

did not leave welts or cuts.

He started the whipping at her feet. He wound up with the flogger

pulling it from far back before swinging it forward to land on her

defenseless body. Over and over he pounded it with all his strength onto

her vulnerable skin, moving his aimpoint slowly up her body. As he

reached her breasts he made a special effort to strike even harder. She

felt the blood rushing to the surface of her tender breasts warming them

in a way that she found very stimulating despite the bruising impact.

Her boobs, and indeed her entire body, turned a shade of pink. Only when

he reached her neck did he pause to take a short break. His body was

soaked with sweat from the enormous energy he had expended flogging her

over a hundred times. He needed to catch his breath before the finish.

Up to this point all the flogs had been across her body. He now

positioned himself so that he might connect parallel to her pussy. The

first shot made her gasp. Without any hesitation he commenced to

pounding the rope onto her clit over and over. The vibrations spread

deep inside her causing the walls of her pussy to contract and expand

around the mammoth cucumber that was still lodged inside her. The

stimulation was so great that Donna felt the waves of several powerful

orgasms wracking her body. Only when she became completely still did he

stop the pounding.

While she was recovering quietly he picked up a very thin light wooden

paddle. He applied two vicious swats, one to each nipple. A white heat

shot through her body like an electrical current to her brain. The

sudden sharp pain brought Donna back to life for the tenth and final


It was fortunate that only one item was left on the tray as they were

both near exhaustion. The Dom wiped a cool damp cloth across her body

soothing her heated skin. He then raised a small plastic bottle to her

lips squirting a small dose of liquid on them. Donna licked her lips and

immediately recognized the taste.


He squirted more into her mouth. As her tongue came out to intercept the

flow, the sweet syrup flowed down her chin and neck. Still he continued

to squeeze the bottle. She closed her mouth momentarily then spurted


"Honey, honey......HONEY!"

She felt him laughing again as he continued to squirt the honey into her

face. The golden syrup flowed onto her red hair. He moved his aim

downward covering her chest with the thick sticky fluid. Only when the

flow stopped did he toss the bottle aside. Reaching again for the knife

he cut the ropes which held her hands. He then pulled out the cucumber

and easily inserted his cock into the greatly expanded opening. As he

began to thrust he leaned down to kiss her. The two lovers shared the

sweet taste of honey.

Rating: 86%, Read 27900 times, Posted Jun 05, 2008

True Story | Authoritarian, BDSM, Domination, Male, Sado-Masochism, Submission


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