“James, have you been a good boy today?”
My eyes bolted open as my head lay on her lap, her fingers trailing along my cheek, tracing my jaw. The room was dark and she was wearing a silk blouse, her red lips curved into a playful smile as she gazed down at me.
“Yes.” I said automatically.
She raised a manicured brow. “Oh, are you sure?”
I swallowed thickly, her fingers continued to trail across my jaw and her gaze dropped to my lips before rising to my eyes again.
“Yes. I’ve been a good boy.”
“Hmm…” She said, and her nails began to trail along my neck.
Arousal shot through me. Her gaze dropped to my crotch.
“Have you touched yourself while thinking about me, James?” She asked, her voice was sultry and seductive.
I bit my tongue.
“Tell me the truth, baby.”
I looked up into her eyes and I knew the answer was written in my own.
Her lips curled into a sly smile.
“You naughty boy.”
Her hand trailed along my stomach, my abdomen tensing under her touch.
“You must’ve missed me, I’ve been gone for so long.” She breathed, her hand trailed across my hip bone, her pinkie finger slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers.
I couldn’t speak.
Her hand slid further beneath the fabric, my breath caught in my throat.
“How much have you wanted to feel me, baby?” She asked, her fingertips brushed over the tip of my erection and my breath left me in a rush.
“So much.” I groaned.
She chuckled.
Her hand wrapped around me, stroking my length.
“You’re adorable when you’re turned on, James.” She smirked, and her other hand rose to the back of my neck, threading through my hair and massaging my scalp.
“You’ve been fantasising about this haven’t you? You’ve wanted to feel me for months.” She teased.
“Yes.” I sighed.
She chuckled. I hadn’t actually ever come inside of her, the first time she saw me naked and hard she laughed and told me that she wouldn’t ever give me what I wanted.
She had strapped a dildo to me so that I could “actually have sex” and she would still get pleasure out of it.
“What a sweetheart. You’re just a horny puppy aren’t you, James? A little doggy waiting for his Mistress to return.” She breathed, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“You like that, don’t you?” She said, her lips trailing along my jaw. “Being called a puppy.”
“Yes.”
“Mmm…good boy.” She purred.
I moaned softly, bucking up into her hand.
“Now be a good puppy and wait in the bedroom, I’ll be right there.” She whispered, and the fantasy was broken.
“Okay.” I murmured, and I blinked, coming back into the real world.
My face was red hot, and I sat up, my erection painfully obvious. I heard her walking through the hallway. I stood and walked to the bedroom, she would want me waiting on the bed.
I sat, and waited, my cock aching against the confines of my boxers. I didn’t touch myself, she hadn’t given me permission.
After what felt like forever, she walked into the room, her heels clacking against the wood floor.
“Good boy, waiting for me.” She cooed, and she began to unbutton her blouse.
She let it fall to the ground, and her black, lacy bra followed. I swallowed thickly, watching as she slipped off her skirt. Her underwear matched the bra, and she strutted over to me, her hips swaying and her lips curling into a playful smirk.
“Now, I want you to be a good boy, okay? And if you are, then I’ll give you a reward.
“Im going to restrain you before we get started, so I’ll need you to lay down for me.”
I obeyed, and she grabbed the handcuffs from her nightstand drawer, restraining my hands and then my feet to the bed posts.
There was suddenly darkness as a blindfold was placed over my eyes.
“Now, be a good puppy and don’t make any noise, okay?” She asked, her voice sounded far away.
“Okay.”
I heard her leave the room, and I bit my tongue, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing in my cock.
When she returned, the first thing I noticed was the cold air on my body. My clothes had been stripped away.
Then shooting bolts of pain ran up my body as something cold was pressed against my balls.
I hissed, and she tutted, running the blade of a knife along my erection.
“I said not to make any noise, baby.” She breathed, her voice was closer to me now.
“This will only hurt more if you disobey me.”
My heart was racing. I didn’t know if I should be turned on or scared.
The ice cube was pressed against the tip of my cock and a gasp escaped me.
“You’re really going to enjoy this.” She teased, and she ran the cube up my length, and I bit back a groan.
She pressed the cube against my balls again, and I clenched my fists, the sensation was borderline painful.
“Doesn’t that feel nice?” She asked, and a moan was released from my throat.
“Such a sweetheart. So desperate for your Mistress.”
The ice cube was trailing along the sensitive skin on my thighs, and I shuddered, a whine escaping me.
i was so fucking turned on.
The ice cube was suddenly pressed to my nipple and my back arched.
“Does my puppy like that?” She teased.
“Yes. Oh god.” I gasped, and I heard her laugh.
She dragged the cube over my other nipple, and my body squirmed beneath her touch.
The cube was placed at the base of my throat, and my breathing became uneven as it was trailed down the center of my chest, between my pecs and over my abdomen.
It was once again pressed hard against my balls and my cock twitched.
She repeated the process a few times, the sensation was so fucking arousing.
“Look how wet you are, baby.” She whispered.
Her hands wrapped around my length and she began to pump, and the ice cube was suddenly pressed against the slit of my cock and a groan tore through me.
“Oh fuck.”
I thrashed beneath her, the handcuffs digging into my wrists and ankles as the ice cube was rubbed along the length of my cock.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mistress, please. Let me cum, I’ll do anything, just please.”
“What was that, baby?”
“Please.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Please let me cum.”
“Mmm, that’s what I thought you said.”
The ice cube was no longer touching me.
I was left panting and writhing in anticipation, begging her with my thoughts.
I felt her wrapping some cloth around my balls and cock, and she was tightening it.
Picking up a bowl from somewhere in the room, I heard her placing it underneath me.
“Remember, don’t make a sound, or else I’ll punish you.”
I didn’t have time to question her before she dumped a bowl full of ice cubes into a wrap around my cock and balls.
I cried out, my back arching off of the bed.
“Oh fuck!”
My entire body was shivering and a sob tore through me.
“You are being a very naughty puppy.” She sighed, and the bowl was suddenly thrown to the side.
I was shaking.
I could feel my balls beginning to freeze.
“Oh god, Mistress, please. Please.” I begged, and she tutted.
“Begging isn’t going to work, you’re going to be punished.”
The ice was pressed hard against my nipple and a whimper left me.
“You’re being a bad puppy. Bad puppies get punished.”
She rubbed the cube along my nipples, and I writhed beneath her.
She repeated the action, and I was moaning loudly.
“Such a slut for punishment, aren’t you? You’re probably a masochist, aren’t you baby?”
“Fuck.”
She ran the cube down my abs and to the base of my cock.
I was so desperate, the pain was nearly unbearable.
“Oh, god.” I groaned, and the ice was placed at the tip of my cock, rubbing and moving it slowly.
“Such a sweet boy.” She breathed.
My cock was so fucking cold.
“Please, let me cum.”
“Hmm…”
Her lips pressed against the skin on my stomach.
“Are you going to be a good puppy?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Her hand pushed the ice harder into my balls and the sound that left me was almost feral.
“Good boys don’t beg, puppy.” She murmured, and the ice cube was suddenly rubbed along my lips.
“Open your mouth.”
I parted my lips, and she slipped the cube inside.
“Good boy.”
Her fingers stroked through my hair, and her lips pressed to mine.
“Are you going to be a good boy and swallow that ice for me?”
“Yes.” I said, my voice muffled.
“Mmm…good puppy.”
Her hand wrapped around my length and she pumped.
I was moaning around the ice cube.
“Does that feel good?” She asked, her breath was warm against my cheek.
“Mmhm.”
“Are you close, baby?”
“Mmmhmm.”
She stopped, and my cock was aching.
I was desperate for release, and she was teasing me.
“Oh, please. Mistress, please let me cum. I’m a good boy, I’m a good puppy.”
She laughed, and I felt a tear running down the side of my face.
Grabbing another ice cub she held it against the tip of my hard cock and forced it down.
My mouth opened in a silent scream and a sob tore through me.
“Do you wanna cum, James?”
“Yes, please.”
“Beg.”
“Please, oh god. Please, Mistress. I’ll do anything, let me cum. Please.”
My balls were so fucking cold.
“Anything?”
“Anything, just please let me cum. I need it.”
“You promise to be a good boy?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t believe you until I hear a bark.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Go ahead, baby. Be a good puppy and bark for me.”
I took a deep breath, and barked.
“Such a good boy.” She purred, her hand once again wrapping around my length.
She pumped slowly, her thumb circling the tip and her nails dug into the sensitive flesh.
The ice around my balls and cock was melting and dripping down my skin, and her hand moved faster.
But this did not stop her retrieving more ice and holding it against the head of my dick.
I was panting and writhing.
“Such a good puppy.” She breathed.
The amount of ice was so much that I actually felt my hard on begin to die down.
She was rubbing it slowly, the cold water running down the side of my face.
my balls wanted to crawl back into my body.
“Oh, please.” I whined, and she tutted.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Let’s see if this ice can make your little hard on disappear.”
The ice was pressed further down the shaft and a choked noise came from me.
“Fuck.”
My cock was throbbing.
“Are you gonna be a good boy, James?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She stopped rubbing the ice, and I was panting.
“I think you’ve had enough.”
I heard her drop the bowl on the ground.
“Mistress, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
The ice was still there, and she was massaging it into my balls.
“Please. Please let me cum.”
“How badly do you want to?”
“So bad.”
“Tell me exactly how bad, sweetheart.”
“I would do anything, Mistress. I would kill anyone. Just please, let me cum. Please.”
“Good boy. Since you’ve been so good, and so patient, and because you begged so beautifully, I’m going to let you.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
“I want you to cum untouched.”
“Okay.”
“Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes.”
She removed the ice and the cloth, and the blood immediately rushed to the head of my cock, and the sensation was indescribable.
“Fuck, yes.”
She wrapped her hand around the length and pumped, and my hips were thrusting.
“You’re such a good boy. I think you deserve a treat.”
Her hand pumped faster, and my body tensed, heat coiling in the pit of my stomach.
“Please, please, let me cum. Please. I’ll be a good puppy, Mistress. I’ll do anything, just let me.”
She kissed the inside of my thigh and her hand moved faster.
“You’ve been so good. Cum, baby. You can cum.”
She rubbed her thumb against the sensitive head and I cried out, a choked noise as my body arched off the bed and my vision went white.
A strangled moan left me as the pleasure rolled through me, my orgasm crashing down as her hands pulled away at the last moment only to push the ice cube back onto the head of my cock, and the pain was so good.
“Fuck!”
The blindfold was suddenly ripped off and my gaze was met with her dark brown eyes, her lips curled into a sly smirk as she continued rubbing the ice cube along the slit of my cock, and the pain was so fucking intense that I was gasping and writhing.
“Not yet, baby. Don’t cum yet.” She murmured, and the ice was pushed harder against me.
“Ow, fuck.”
Tears were streaming down my face.
“Don’t make a sound, and look at me. Don’t take your eyes off of mine, okay, puppy?”
“Yes.”
She began rubbing the cube faster, and her other hand wrapped around the length, pumping and twisting.
I was moaning and whining.
“Fuck, I’m close. Fuck. Oh god, please, I can’t take it. Please let me cum.”
“Not until I say.”
“I need it.”
“Beg.”
“Please, oh god. Please, Mistress. I’m gonna cum. I need it, let me. Please, please, please. I need to, Mistress. It hurts, oh god.”
“Not yet.”
“Fuck!”
The pressure was building and I was gasping, my hips bucking.
“Mistress, please, Mistress. Oh god. Mistress, please, Mistress. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My legs were shaking, and I was panting and whining.
But it was no use, the ice was shrinking my erection and I couldn’t take it.
“Oh fuck! Please, Mistress. Please. Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Not yet.”
“I’m gonna fucking cum, I can’t hold it back, please, Mistress. Oh fuck. Fuck. Please.”
“No.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh god. Fuck, Mistress, I can’t-“
She took her hand away, and the ice was shoved into my mouth.
“Now you’re being a bad puppy.”
“Fuck.”
“And bad puppies get punished.”
She was grabbing more ice and she was holding it against my cock, and her other hand was pumping faster.
“Please, please, oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“What a sweet, little slut. So desperate, so turned on, and all from a little bit of ice. You’re pathetic, you know that?”
“I’m close, I’m close, fuck. Fuck, please, Mistress, let me cum. Fuck.”
“Beg.”
“Please, oh god. Please, Mistress, please, please, let me cum. Oh fuck, I’m so close. Oh god. Mistress, Mistress. Fuck.”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck, Mistress, Mistress, Mistress.”
She leaned forward and bit down on my earlobe, her hand moving faster.
“Are you ready to cum?”
“Yes, fuck, yes. Mistress, please.”
“Then beg.”
“Oh fuck. Fuck, Mistress. Please, let me cum. I need it, please. Let me, please, please, please, oh god, Mistress. Oh god, I’m gonna, fuck. Fuck, please. Please. I need to, Mistress, I’m begging you, oh god. Mistress, Mistress, Mistress. Oh god.”
Her grip tightened and I was arching off the bed.
“Cum, puppy.”
The ice was suddenly pressed against the head of my cock, and her hand began to pump faster.
“Cum, James.”
And I did.
I couldn’t even cry out, I was so overwhelmed.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
The ice was pressing into my skin and her hand was moving faster, and my entire body was shaking and spasming.
My vision was blurry and the world was spinning and I was choking and gasping.
The pleasure was so good.
So, so, so good.
So fucking good.
The ice was melting and running down the length of my cock, and her hand didn’t stop.
I was writhing and screaming and choking.
“Oh, Mistress.”
The pleasure was too much.
“Oh, god.”
“Good puppy.” She breathed.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak.
The ice was still pressed to the head of my cock, but her hand had stopped, and she was rubbing the ice slowly.
“Such a good puppy.”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t move.
