Miss Shell and The Case of The Ice Sounding Id

[froodly2005]

Spoiler: show

What are you looking inside here for? I have no idea what id's been up to. The sneaky little gargoyle is hiding something bigger than usual, and won't let me in on it.

*taps my fingers on the desk....waiting for the new thread to begin, so that I can respond to this......*

*TAPS MY FINGERS A LITTLE LOUDER THIS TIME..........trying not to giggle*

Ahem. Hey, id! Pay attention! She's about to giggle... after that comes The Eyebrow, and you know what that means.

Isn't there something you're supposed to be doing here? Heads up! *observes id's response* The other head, you tasteless little gargoyle! *exit, pursued by a gargoyle*

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Hey. Froodly's id here. That damn fool whose figment of imagination I am, he's off distracted by lunch or somethin'. So I'm takin' over keyboard here fer a few. See, we gotta set up some stuff for Miss Shell.

An' I am so likin' the fact that I can just say "Miss Shell said!", an' make Frittata-boy -- or whatever the hell his name is today -- do jus' 'bout anything!

So. See, froodly said something 'bout stuffin' a sock in me ta keep me quiet, like. An' Miss Shell suggested a dildo instead. Which woulda been a big improvement, 'cause Frobozz here, he's cheap -- polyester socks. I hate the taste of polyester! Can't the cheapskate at least get some cotton or wool socks, or somethin'? An' he ain't gentle 'bout it, either -- I'm practically cra-- er, "emitting" polyester from my bottom fer days after. *eyes Miss Shell warily, remembering her instructions "not to use a single vulgar word"*

Anyway, banter, chat, banter, chat... you know how this goes. Eventually Miss Shell talked Frappe-boy (what's his name again?) into cock sounding with ice as a way of shuttin' me up. (Froodly, he's a fool for ice. Miss Shell's a good influence like that. Id seal of approval 'n all.) I popped in with the opinion that this was great, provided Frappe-boy did it first.

Well, Miss Shell went 'n changed the rules. (Did anybody not see that comin'?) I gotta go first. She's makin' the id set a good example, which as an id I'm not so good at. Don't tell any of the other id's, 'cause they'd never lemme hear th' end of it, down to the pub.

Here's how this is gonna go down:

• First, I gotta make this thread, so Miss Shell can supervise. Check.
• Then Frito-boy's gonna make some kinda cockamamie safety post, tellin' us all 'bout how to keep stuff sterile, make some ice sounds wit' no sharp edges, ... all that. Probably pictures, too, 'cause take it from me, the guy's a compulsive nerd. Fortunately, he's gotta put it under a spoiler tag so ya don' gotta read it. Otherwise heads might explode from boredom. Froodly's like that.
• Then, when the time comes, I get to grab FrootLoops an' tell him Miss Shell said I could drive for a while. Gonna like that part; froodly maybe not so much. We got this whole set of instructions worked out, with edging, and ice sounding with some strokin', and ejecting the ice in mebbe a painful way, an' more edging, an' ruin, an' an orgasm at the end. Oh, an' froodly's allowed to take pics. As if he's gonna have enough motor control to do anything, excited as he's gonna be.
• Then I gotta write a report. With "no vulgar words". I mean, can't I even say "cock"? Sheesh. Gonna need me some diction lessons, pull an Eliza Dolittle here.
• Dependin' on how that turns out, Miss Shell's gonna make up somethin' for Frodo's turn. I can't decide if I should misbehave an' get him in lotsa trouble, or behave right so he'll be in the right kinda trouble. *remembers The Eyebrow* Ok, mebbe go for the "right kind" of trouble. An' I can't wait fer that!

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*froodly sprays down the area with gargoyle repellent*

Did that crazy little lizard type something? *looks up at top of post* Oh, gods...

All I can say is, he'd better do a good job, or I'm turning him over to Miss Shell. And I'm thinking after this he should maybe retire to a less conspicuous role; you can only do the Señor Wences joke so many times, after all.

Ice. Mmmm... :)

[shell]

*big smile* Very, very nicely done, Id!!!! I am very proud of you. You did an outstanding job with this.

As reward for FINALLY posting this....you may tell Frodo that I have given you permission to do this.....swat his balls 8 times, HARD with something wooden.....and then make him edge four times....and then force him to cum....Don't give him a choice....just show him this....and he will offer his cock and balls up to you to use. *wicked smile*

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Don't forget to let me and others know when you will be taking Frodo's cock for this icey test ride. *grin*

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Okay, I am bringing the one post over here and responding to it on this thread instead of the deck thread. *Smile*

Shell wrote:

Dearest Id,
I thought it might be so much easier on Frodo and myself to speak directly to you. *smiling sweetly*

Id wrote:

Id, here. Pleased ta meetcha. Frodo, or Frito, or FrootLoop, or whatever the hell this damn fool is called these days, he's busy right now. (Laundry, I think. Boring guy.) Anyway, I sorta purloined the car keys an' I'm drivin' keyboard fer a few here.

I like your picture…..*scratches you behind the ears* *giggle*

It’s nice to meet you too Id.
Now…..no name calling. I am rather fond of Frodo…and…well, I’m rather fond of Fruit Loops too….*giggle*….but….Frodo will do quite nicely, thank you. *smile*
And he is far, far from boring, Mr. Id…..so be nice…..or I will double the size of the ice stick! *grin*

Shell wrote:

I have been thinking and we all know that when I get to thinking....well.....things get a little wild. *wicked smile*
Back when this three way conversation began, it was started because of something you said. Therefore I have made a decision. You are going to go first, in this CHILLING adventure. *wicked smile*

Id wrote:

Look, lady... you jus' go on and think all the thinks ya want. 'Cause really, we gotta get this guy slapped around. An' wild? Us ids, we respect that.

Hmm, slapping…..well, if I slap…it will be to his cock and/or balls……but just between us…I think he would like that to much. *grin*

Id wrote:

Me first? W00t! I figured it'd freak him out ta hafta go first, which is why I pushed him to the front last time. But yeah, I can set a good example fer 'im. Wit' yer help & instruction, of course. (Bein' a good example, that's kinda new territory fer me. Don' tell the other ids. They'd never lemme hear the end of it.)

Yes you first. *grin*
And I’m sure you will set a perfect example for him….probably of all the things NOT to do…. *grin*….but that’s okay. *giggle*
My lips are sealed….the other Id’s won’t hear a word of you being a GOOD EXAMPLE, from me! *giggle*

Shell wrote:

When the times comes, or I should say, when privacy is yours, you are to begin a thread in the "All and Everything" forum. The title, I shall leave to you, however...it must contain my name in it, in some way.

Id wrote:

*salutes, only half-jokingly* Yes, Cap'n Miss Shell!

*laughs* I’m not to sure about this whole “Captain” thing……but what the heck…*salutes you back* *laughing so hard*

Shell wrote:

In the four minutes, you are to take one picture. I BETTER be able to see the ice poking out the top!!!

Id wrote:

Lady, you sure you're not somebody's id? 'Cause yer good at this. I am so borrowin' his cock fer this.

Well, I use to be known as the lady with a 101 names………does that answer your question? *grin*
And yes you are borrowing his cock for this…and you will treat it very nicely….or I will have your balls in a sling. *grin*

Shell wrote:

At the end of the four minutes you are to pull on the skin, forcing your cock downward, allowing cold water and any ice left inside to come out. If necessary.....urinate to melt the ice.....but I warn you.....that is going to hurt like hell. *wicked smile*

Id wrote:

Well, yeah, but... you know how he is 'bout pain, right? Probably'll like it, or somethin'. *thinks, which is a strain for ids* Hey, that means I get ta make it hurt, an' he can't blame me? Sweeeeet!

Yes, you may cause him pain…but only the “good” kind of pain. Trust me, you don’t want to get on my bad side. *my left eyebrow raises slightly*

Shell wrote:

After you have waited four more minutes......you are to stroke......edge....count to 44 and then stroke again and have a ruined orgasm. Then....after four minutes...stroke again......and make yourself cum, a full orgasm this time.

Id wrote:

He's gonna like that. All that edgin' & waitin' & ruinin'... but not to hafta worry 'bout denial. I think I'm gonna keep that part secret from 'im... kinda make 'im worry a bit. Heh.

*chuckles and shakes my head* If you don’t be nice to him……I won’t be nice to you….you remember that, Mr. Id!!! *eye brow raises a little higher*

Id wrote:

An' someday we gotta talk 'bout this thing ya got with the number 4, an' 44, an' such like. I been puzzlin' on it, but us ids can't really count past 3, so... I kinda leave the math part ta the big guy.

It is very simple…..the number four is my favorite number….ta da! See…told ya it was simple. *giggle*

Shell wrote:

When you have caught your breath, you are to come to the thread and write a report for me.
You may not use even ONE vulgar word or phrase!

Id wrote:

What?! Aw, c'mon, lady... Ok, maybe you're not somebody's id after all. Ya know how hard that's gonna be? I mean, I sorta gotta say "cock", righ?

You may say cock…..*chuckles* Vulgar to me would be…..taking the Lord’s name in vain…..something along those lines. You can be a good boy for me, can’t you? *smiling sweetly*

Id wrote:

I'm gonna hafta get the superego down here 'n get him ta do an Eliza Doolittle on me, or somethin'. An' he's gonna go on about Galatea, or some whackjob cra..., er, "stuff" like that. *sigh* Ok, if we gotta... 'Cause yer doin' some first-class chaos here, an' I respect that as a fellow chaotician. Worth puttin' up with a few damn diction lessons.

*laughing* Gosh….can you imagine if this gets out to the other Id’s…that you are going to behave? Well, tell you what….I have them ALL….yep, every last one of them on speed dial….so ya BETTER behave….or they are getting a little text from me….. *grin*

Id wrote:

(Actually, that superego guy's not so bad. He comes down here in th' engine room of froodly's mind once in a while an' hangs out with us workin' guys. Get a couple beers in 'im ta limber 'im up, and he's all right. Oh: don' tell froodly that. See, he doesn't drink. Probably doesn't approve of imaginary parts of his mind drinkin' imaginary beers. He's like that.)

Well, I don’t drink either, so nope……you are not allowed to drink when you are in charge of his cock. Nope, nope, nope! I know, I know….I’m so mean……and guess what………….I’m only getting started! *wicked laughter*

Shell wrote:

Depending on how well you do.....what you say you liked, what you say you hated....and how wet I am by reading your report.....I will then reply first to you and then Frodo will get his orders.
Now the question is....will you be a good boy and do everything I ask, so that Frodo gets a lovely go at this task, or will you be bad and make Frodo suffer, because of your actions. *grin* Decisions, decisions!!!

Id wrote:

Lessee... ice his cock, or make him suffer... You do realize that's a win/win situation, right?

Ok, ok... I'll stop funnin' ya. Jus' promise me not to be gentle with 'im, 'k? You know which buttons are fun to push, and which ones ain't.

*salutes, not at all jokingly* Yes, Cap'n Miss Shell!

*wicked smile* Of course it’s a win/win situation….I only produce those types of situations. *grin*
I won’t promise you nothing of the kind boy……but I will tell you this……………by the time I am done with him……..he will know….KNOW he has been played with by me! *wicked smile grows*

*salutes you back and smiles*

[froodly2005]

As reward for FINALLY posting this....you may tell Frodo that I have given you permission to do this.....swat his balls 8 times, HARD with something wooden.....and then make him edge four times....and then force him to cum....Don't give him a choice....just show him this....and he will offer his cock and balls up to you to use. *wicked smile*

Don't forget to let me and others know when you will be taking Frodo's cock for this icey test ride. *grin*

Aye, aye, Cap'n Miss Shell! Monday night's weather forecast's lookin' 'bout 60% chance of ice. In some very local areas, anyways.

Now as to the ball beatin' & all... gimme a few ta get 'im cornered & alone. (Heh. "Miss Shell said." I am so lovin' sayin' that...) Let ya know how it works out.

Shell wrote:

Now…..no name calling. I am rather fond of Frodo…and…well, I’m rather fond of Fruit Loops too….*giggle*….but….Frodo will do quite nicely, thank you. *smile*
And he is far, far from boring, Mr. Id…..so be nice…..or I will double the size of the ice stick! *grin*

Uhh... you realize after the first time, he's prolly gonna like it 'n be after me to call 'im "Frooty-toot-toot-in-the-Moon" just to get double ice, right? Maybe make 'im do it twice, rather than twice as much at once, whaddaya think?

Shell wrote:

Hmm, slapping…..well, if I slap…it will be to his cock and/or balls……but just between us…I think he would like that to much. *grin*

Yeah, lil' bit. Pretty much. Uh huh. (Though he likes a good hard butt-spankin' too, if ya lemme tattle a bit.)

His last ball spankin' from you, well... he was so really into it, us guys down here in the undermind didn't hear the end of it for a coupla weeks. He still goes on about it now 'n then. So good on ya.

Shell wrote:

And yes you are borrowing his cock for this…and you will treat it very nicely….or I will have your balls in a sling. *grin*

Yeah, well... Frodo'd be inta that sling thing. Me, I like me balls where they are. So, um, yeah... good pain.

Shell wrote:

Yes, you may cause him pain…but only the “good” kind of pain. Trust me, you don’t want to get on my bad side. *my left eyebrow raises slightly*

Yes, ma'am! *salutes* *backs slowly away from the eyebrow* Uhh... 'bout That Eyebrow... froodly loves it, but I'm just a little guy, so... uh... ya wouldn't wanna fry me with the eyebrow before ya get ta freeze me with the ice, right? Right?

Shell wrote:

It is very simple…..the number four is my favorite number….ta da! See…told ya it was simple. *giggle*

So yer favorite number is 1 higher'n I can even count. Like yer 4 moves ahead of froodly. Ok, lady... you win. Ya outfoxed me.

Id wrote:

I'm gonna hafta get the superego down here 'n get him ta do an Eliza Doolittle on me, or somethin'. An' he's gonna go on about Galatea, or some whackjob cra..., er, "stuff" like that. *sigh* Ok, if we gotta... 'Cause yer doin' some first-class chaos here, an' I respect that as a fellow chaotician. Worth puttin' up with a few damn diction lessons.

Shell wrote:

*laughing* Gosh….can you imagine if this gets out to the other Id’s…that you are going to behave? Well, tell you what….I have them ALL….yep, every last one of them on speed dial….so ya BETTER behave….or they are getting a little text from me….. *grin*

*whispers* Hey, uh... Froot, er, froodly -- can we switch ta Miss Shell's cell phone provider? VerizId got no such sweet deal like that on "idternational" calls.

Shell wrote:

I won’t promise you nothing of the kind boy……but I will tell you this……………by the time I am done with him……..he will know….KNOW he has been played with by me! *wicked smile grows*

Uhh... yeah... just so ya know, Miz Shell... froodly's rock-hard readin' that over my shoulder.

So 'scuse me a few while I go beat his balls with a bamboo spatula an' edge him a bit, then put him outta his misery (so ta speak). Heh. "Miss Shell said"!

[Banquo]

*slips into this thread with a puzzled look on my face, carefully tucking the ends of my scarf into my coat pockets takes a seat and gives Id a wave*

[froodly2005]

As reward for FINALLY posting this....you may tell Frodo that I have given you permission to do this.....swat his balls 8 times, HARD with something wooden.....and then make him edge four times....and then force him to cum....Don't give him a choice....just show him this....and he will offer his cock and balls up to you to use. *wicked smile*

froodly's id, here. Heh. This is gonna be laaaaarge!
*calls sweetly, which is rather disturbing coming from an id* Ohhh, froodly... Would ya read the paragraph above, please? *bats his eyes, which on an id is just wrong*

froodly2005 wrote:

(id saying "please"? oh, this should end well...) *reads* Aww, id... you're not gonna --

*cuts froodly off* "Miss Shell says."

froodly2005 wrote:

*looks down at id* You are loving saying that just a little too much... *strokes beard* Still, it is a good point. A really good point, in fact. The gargoyle is disturbingly right, this time.

Ok, little dude, here are the keys to the cerebellum. Take my body out for a spin, on Miss Shell's behalf.

*hands id something like car keys, but does not let go yet* And, id? Drive carefully. If you so much as scratch the equipment, I will kick your butt all the way to Cleveland. And we're far enough from Cleveland that you'll be drop-kicked into ballistic orbit like a missle. And then I'll turn you over to Miss Shell, who will be So Very Disappointed. There could be Eyebrows involved. Maybe both barrels. After which she will kick what's left of your butt all the way into hyperspace. (That's further than Cleveland, since I know you're not good with map-reading.)

So play hard... (oh, good heavens, please, please, please play hard, I beg you!) but play safe. Ok? *lets go the keys*

*mutters* Cleveland. I hate Cleveland. Don' wanna go there ever again. So... yeah, safe. *grins* But hard!

Now, Miz Shell... froodly an' me, we're a coupla straight guys. I'm gonna hafta resort ta some id magic ta deal wit' th' situation. So, to explain All About Id Magic, I happen ta have the ghost of Carl Jung right here... *reaches out offstage right and pulls in the ghost of Carl Jung, who looks understandably confused*
Carl Jung's Ghost wrote:

Das muss ein Traum sein... An id dragged me here? *looks around* Oh, you know the famous Miss Shell... well, that's all right then. *ahem* See, the id is an archtype of the mind, probably older than humanity itself. It is a universal abstraction, beyond any individual. It encompasses both divine and infernal aspects of our nature, as well as masculine and feminine. So under appropriate circumstances, it can manifest in a variety of forms. Once, in Zürich, I ... *id yanks him back offstage right*

Thank you, Professor Jung. Now, what th' dead smart dude was tryin' ta say is that I can do BDSM with that divine and infernal stuff: use pain to create joy. But I can also do it as male or female. So, since we're all actin' under the orders of Miss Shell, I'm gonna manifest as female an' tweak froodly's imagination so's he thinks 'bout her, an' I'm a conduit for what she wants ta do ta him.

*imitates Miss Shell's voice* Frodo, would you please describe what happened next?

froodly2005 wrote:

Wait, what? *sees momentarily through id's Miss Shell glamour* Id, you beat my balls, edge me without mercy, force me to cum unreasonably hard when I'd already cum 4 times that day, and you're gonna stick me with the paperwork?

You're... *ponders the task from Miss Shell*... you're a very good boy. *id wilts under the cognomen "good boy"* Ok, ok... Umm, I mean you're very good at doing "wicked" things to me that hurt good and are good for me, so you're, umm... very good at being a bad boy. *id perks up* Right, then.

So, here's what happened, Miss Shell. What with work, family duties, and privacy, it was about 11pm when id grabbed me by the scruff of the neck -- he thinks I'm big cat for no particularly obvious reason -- and said it was time to do your task. The "scruff of the neck" grab was nice, but unnecessary since I of course comply enthiastically when I hear your name.

• Choice of ball-swatting implement: Our first job was to pick something appropriate for ball-swatting. You specified wood, and so 2 things came to mind: a heavy wooden spoon, about 24in long (big, deep stew pots, you know), and a much lighter bamboo spatula about 12in long. Now, I love playing with that spoon -- it's really thuddy, and I love me some thud. But on my balls, particularly with only 8 swats and no warmup (see below), that might not be... wise. I picked it up, but id started screaming something incoherent about Cleveland, so we went with the bamboo spatula. It's light, and has a good-sized contact area, so it'll be mostly stingy and there will be no brusing. (Ahem.)
  
• Type of ball swats:Now here, id and I couldn't quite figure something out. You said "swat his balls 8 times HARD". Well, I'm all for that! I figure there are 4 levels of intensity (soft, medium, hard, and HARD), so this was really, really good.
  
  But without warmup swats, id & I didn't think we could quite get to "HARD", maybe just to "medium" in 8 swats. And hitting really hard without warmup would raise the risk of bruising, from which I need to protect you. So we had a dilemma: do 4 sets of 8 swats, warming up through the 4 levels of intensity to HARD, or just do 8 swats total and get as hard as we could manage with no warmup.
  
  We could either obey the 8 swats max or obey the HARD with warmups, but not both. In the end, we went with 8 swats total, trying to ramp up the intensity and speed as much as we could without warming up first. I wanted to avoid appearing too needy by taking "extra" ball swats without your blessing and permission.
  
  Please, please, please tell me if I did the right thing here. I really want to please you by following your orders properly. Really, truly. Of course, if you want me to do it differently, I'll happily swat my balls all over again, as many times as it takes. Happily.
• The ball swats: I sat on my bed, completely naked except for a hair tie. I spread my legs as wide as possible to emphasize my vulnerability, and my submissive availability to you. Also, this put some tension on the adductor & gracilis muscles on the inside of my thighs. It made me feel held in place for you, and ensured that when I convulsed with the ball swats I wouldn't kick anything.
  
  To begin, I grabbed my balls in my left hand. The balls themselves were atop my forefinger and thumb, with my fist encasing and protecting all the delicate tubing below. I squeezed, pulling my balls away from my body, pulling the skin tight to put my balls under pressure. I went just until the ache started, and my balls were tight under the skin, looking almost like a little butt begging for a hard spanking.
  
  I took the bamboo spatula in my right hand, appropriately the "dominant hand". I laid the flat of it against my now tightly squeezed balls, and took a couple deep breaths. For each swat, I resolved that the spatula would not bounce off my balls, i.e., that I would hit hard enough and maintain pressure at the time of impact. So even if I couldn't get to HARD level, at least I could hit as hard as I could, and maintain a squeeze at the moment of truth.
  • Swats 1&2:These weren't "soft", they were kind of at the lower end of "medium", since I knew I had to work hard to get the intensity up over only 8 swats.
    
    Still, on each impact and squeeze, maintaining the spatula on my balls, I grunted "Unnnhhh!" and expelled most of the air from my lungs. Now, I'd hoped I'd be able to whisper or grunt "Thank you, Miss Shell!" on each swat. I'm afraid I failed to be so instantly grateful here, and you may have gotten your thanks a few tenths of a second after the impact, once I could gasp in some more air. I feel a little bad about that, but will try to do better. Warmups would help.
  • Swats 3&4:Ok, these 2 swats were definitely not soft, they were maybe medium and the upper end of medium. Without warmpus, that really hurts a lot!
    
    Still, I was really happy about these 2: in spite of how much it hurt (and yes, "good hurt", really, really, really good hurt), I did manage to gasp/grunt out "Thank you, Miss Shell!" at the moment of impact. I know that sounds theatrical, and over-the-top scene-speak, but as you know I am really grateful -- and that's not just speaking from the moment.
  • Swats 5-8:At that point, I was a little sore, but not bad. I realized if I did the rest of it in pairs of swats, the intensity would be limited because my lack of warmup would prevent getting to "HARD". So I tried this: doing all 4 remaining swats rapid-fire, with only about 1/2 sec in between. That 1/2 sec was to make sure the spatula was pressed firmly down on my balls after the impact, to get the squeeze in. There would be no time for the pain to die down, and it would build from swat to swat without me having to go to "HARD" level.
    
    This was amazing! I was hitting at the upper end of "medium", and the pain just built, and built, and built, into a gloriously fierce masochistic joy. After swats 5 & 6, my lungs were empty from gasping out the "Unnnnh!!", and I couldn't even grunt. I just felt my diaphragm convulse on empty lungs with each swat. My legs jerked hard, trying to close convulsively, but I had them caught on the bedspread so they wouldn't.
    
    The empty lungs mean, unfortunately, that I couldn't be properly thankful at each impact. This was a surprise to me; I really thought I might be able to do rapid-fire thankfully. In retrospect that was a gross overestimate of my capability. So: I thanked you profusely after the 8th swat, as soon as I could gasp in some air. And there was gasping. I, ummm... may have said "thank you, Miss Shell" a couple dozen times, in fact.
    
    I checked then, and the next morning: no bruising. So please be relaxed and content on that account.
    
    I was deeply happy, in a way that I've been only a couple times before in my life. So at the risk of redundancy, let me say "Thank you, Miss Shell" again. This time, writing after the fact, from my heart and not from inside a scene.
• Edging: Ah, edging. I love edging. I'm not as good at it as Banquo, but nobody's as good as Banquo. Even id doesn't know how anybody can be that good at it. Still, I love it. Not so much with the denial/abandonment part, but the edging is lovely.
  
  At this point, it was about 11:30pm and I was drenched in sweat. A shower before sleep was called for, so id suggested we adjourn to the bathtub for the rest of the proceedings.
  
  Now, here's the tough part: since you hadn't taken even partial control of my orgasms until late yesterday, I've been compulsively cumming thinking about this upcoming ice sounding of my cock. Just thinking about it has had me near-frantic, waiting for a few hours of privacy. So I've been cumming usually about 4 times a day for the last week or so. And they've been extremely hard orgasms: deep, convulsive spurts that feel like they start way back at the base of my spine, and go on so long & hard it almost feels like I'm spurting out my bone marrow, leaving me shaking, trembling, sweaty, gasping and with slightly sore muscles. And if you say even 1 word about "ice", I'm still horny after all that!
  
  Here's id's problem: he, after donning your personna with his id magic, was supposed to edge me 4 times late in the day when I'm tired, have medium sore balls, after cumming really, really hard full orgasms 4 times already that day, and after maybe a week of such days. Difficult, no?
  
  I allowed as how we could maybe call "yellow". Now, id agreed that "yellow" could happen, and you'd be fine with that (are you being a good influence on him too?!). But he had another idea to try. (The little lizard is starting to scare me with the way he's thinking ahead.) There were a couple of intriguing teases like this one, that changed holding an edge into taking rapid-fire "shots" at the edge: get to the edge, pause only 3-5 seconds, edge again with jut a few strokes, and keep going like that for insane numbers of shots, i.e., quick edges. (The tease goes up to like 25 shots, but I could only get up to 15-20; after that it all blurs together and I can't tell how close to the edge I am anymore.)
  
  So here's his idea, and it's what we did:
  • First, I just get to the edge 1ce. In my tired, thoroughly drained state, this is difficult, but doable. Then I do 4 shots at the edge, i.e., rapid-fire edgings with only 3-5 sec between them, not much time to calm down. So, if I can haul my tired body up to the edge 1ce, there's a good probability I can do for edges for you.
  • Second, since we're in the shower, we need something to keep my visual focus. So he ordered me to imagine you sitting in your comfortable chair, and me kneeling naked before you with knees spread as wide as possible.
    
    I am to edge for you in as exposed a manner as possible: showing you every trembling muscle, every facial twitch, every drop of sweat, every grunt, every gasp. I am to stare adoringly into your eyes, contemplating your face.
    
    I am to keep my eyes open at all times, never ever closing them at the edge or at orgasm, no matter how much I want to. You are to be able to gaze deep into my soul, seeing the desperation, seeing the panic as I ache to cum but don't, watching my eyes widen all around the iris. My goal is to earn your smile.
  So that's what we did.
  
  I was lying down in the shower, cool water cascading all over me. (In a slight contrast to the mental image of kneeling before you, but... ok, I'm working with what I've got here...) I stroked frantically, to try and struggle up to an edge. My grip was extremely tight, alternating between concentrating on the head & rotating around it, to slamming down really hard against my pubic bone in full, hard strokes. My left hand grasped my slightly sore balls again, with the balls atop my forefinger and thumb.
  
  After about 15min of frantic gazing into your eyes (and in my imagination you have very pretty eyes!), I wasn't getting an edge. So, desperate to comply with your task, I used the thumb of my left hand to squeeze my balls. Alternating betwen left ball, right ball, pretty hard -- or maybe medium hard, but my balls were already sore. Anyway, enough to get that deep ache, and the pull in my gut. I concentrated on stroking my cock head, with a tight, rotating grip -- not quite palming, but getting there.
  
  And it worked! I got to an edge, gasping and twitching -- and not paying attention to the outside world, because the shower squirted water in my nose. Still, I managed to gasp out "Thank you, Miss Shell!" at the moment of the edge, not after it. Gratitude is an important virtue to me.
  
  Three second pause... 2nd edge. My body was in complete agony at this point, twitching uncontrollably. I did keep my eyes open, gazing into your eyes. You would have seen my eyelids open really wide, so you could see the white all around my irises as I would panic at the moment of edging. The "Thank you, Miss Shell" was kind of grunted and gasped, I admit; I hope you'll accept my thanks for their intent, whatever they lacked in diction.
  
  Three second pause... 3rd edge. I was actually worried about banging my head on the bathtub, the convulsion was so strong. It's hard to keep your eyes open like that -- every reflex says to close them, scrunching up the muscles of your face. But I wanted to emphasize my vulnerability and availability to you, by letting you look deep into me even at this moment of beautiful stress and wonderful agony.
  
  Three second pause... 4th edge. To be honest, I was starting to wonder if id's idea was a good one at this point. My "Thank you, Miss Shell!" was a bit late, maybe 1 full second after the start of the edge because I was busy crying "auuugghhh!" and noticing the tears coming from my eyes. (Before you ask, they were tears of joyful stress.)
• Forced cum: At that point, I thought id might let me rest a minute. That would have been a mistake though, and he did not make it. Perhaps because he was assuming your personna in my mind, that made him as smart as you. In any case, he didn't let me cool down because I probably wouldn't have been able to struggle back up to the edge again.
  
  Now, this is where I really liked your instructions: "force him to cum....Don't give him a choice"! I really, really, really like the idea of you forcing me to cum, especially under circumstances like these where I was tired, aching, and wanted to sleep. It's as if the element of being forced allows me to surrender doubts, and just flow with the experience.
  
  So that's what happened: three second pause... and rapid stroking slamming into my pubic bone pretty hard, with full, tight strokes. Assuming your voice, id said: "I'm forcing you to make yourself cum harder than ever, no matter what you want." Urrrgggghhh... I tightened my grip on my balls, and began squeezing each ball with my thumb really hard, enough to make me cry out a little. I tightened my grip on my stroking hand, and did short, fast, tight strokes on the head.
  
  When I came, it was like my cock was struck by lightning! But in this case, the lightning didn't come from outside, it was as if the lightning came from inside me striking outward with my cum. The tiny bit of cum I had left must have gone 3 feet into the air. I kept a tight grip on my balls, squeezing, so the pain-driven muscle contractions made the orgasm contractions even harder. I kept a tight grip on my cockhead with my right hand, rotating around the corona, because the corona is where I'm most sensitive.
  
  Alas, I failed to keep my eyes open so you could stare into my soul during all this. I apologize for that; I think I got maybe past the initial moment of orgasm, but then lost it. I'd love to try it again, if it's exciting for you (he begged, shyly).
  
  I really wanted to do some post-orgasm sensitivity torture (POST). But you didn't specify that, and I'm a bit loathe to add things to your tasks; I want to see what this obedience business is about. I've never really experienced obedience as a good thing. But if I may beg: in the future, may we please, please, please try some POST? I would love to writhe, and twist, and convulse for you...

And so to bed. It was a little after midnight. I was clean (using soap as lube meant my cock was really clean!), but exhausted. I went to bed wrapped in a warm, happy feeling almost like a feather blanket in deep-winter. In some ways, I think I really crave afterare, but here it felt like I was encircled by you and protected by you.

This is a new experience for me: doing these things with your blessing and permission makes them feel entirely different. It's as though I'm permitted to feel good -- about myself, about the world, and of course about you.

I woke up at 3am. I was absolutely rock-hard, and maddeningly horny. I really, really, wanted to cum again, absurd as that sounds. My id tried logic: "Dude, it's 3am, you're exhausted. Go back to sleep or you'll be a wreck in the morning." Didn't work. So id got crafty: "Dude, it's not sure, but Miss Shell might want to play a bit more with you tomorrow. Don't you want to have some sexual energy for her? If you do it now, you're gonna be empty tomorrow..." And that worked.

Crafty little id. No trips to Cleveland for him in the immediate future.

[froodly2005]

I won’t promise you nothing of the kind boy……but I will tell you this……………by the time I am done with him……..he will know….KNOW he has been played with by me! *wicked smile grows*

Oh, good heavens... please, please, please, please, please do that!

I really think you may underestimate how good you are for me.

[froodly2005]

*slips into this thread with a puzzled look on my face, carefully tucking the ends of my scarf into my coat pockets takes a seat and gives Id a wave*

*id waves at Banquo: a disturbingly shaped hand with 3 fingers and 1 thumb, all clawed, then smiles a smile full of carnivore teeth*

Hey, id! Cut that out! *froodly cuffs id gently on the backof the head, administering the dope-slap*


dialog with froodly and his id:

froodly: That's Banquo, you little troll! He's one of Miss Shell's people.
id: Oh... ya mean the 10,000 edges guy?!
froodly: The same. Irritate him even ever so slightly, and it's Cleveland for you.
id: Right... no Cleveland. An' I never thought I'd meet an Olympic Gold Medalist in edging. *waves friendly-like at Banquo, claws politely retracted*
id: What's with the scarf?
froodly: Brit thing. Tell you later.

And, umm... Banquo: what's puzzling you? I mean, except for a possibly unfortunate gargoyle infestation, this should be pretty straightforward, no?

[shell]

Shell wrote:

As reward for FINALLY posting this....you may tell Frodo that I have given you permission to do this.....swat his balls 8 times, HARD with something wooden.....and then make him edge four times....and then force him to cum....Don't give him a choice....just show him this....and he will offer his cock and balls up to you to use. *wicked smile*

Don't forget to let me and others know when you will be taking Frodo's cock for this icey test ride. *grin*

Aye, aye, Cap'n Miss Shell! Monday night's weather forecast's lookin' 'bout 60% chance of ice. In some very local areas, anyways.
Now as to the ball beatin' & all... gimme a few ta get 'im cornered & alone. (Heh. "Miss Shell said." I am so lovin' sayin' that...) Let ya know how it works out.

Monday it is then! *big smile* Now, here's the funny thing, Id, what if, Frodo has to wait a whole month to have the privacy needed to do his part of this? *wicked smile* Bet he didn't think of that, did he?

Shell wrote:

Now…..no name calling. I am rather fond of Frodo…and…well, I’m rather fond of Fruit Loops too….*giggle*….but….Frodo will do quite nicely, thank you. *smile*
And he is far, far from boring, Mr. Id…..so be nice…..or I will double the size of the ice stick! *grin*

Uhh... you realize after the first time, he's prolly gonna like it 'n be after me to call 'im "Frooty-toot-toot-in-the-Moon" just to get double ice, right? Maybe make 'im do it twice, rather than twice as much at once, whaddaya think?

*chuckles* Let me worry about whether to make him do it twice or double the size.....who who's, maybe after your turn...you will be beginning me for another turn. *wicked smile*

Shell wrote:

Hmm, slapping…..well, if I slap…it will be to his cock and/or balls……but just between us…I think he would like that to much. *grin*

Yeah, lil' bit. Pretty much. Uh huh. (Though he likes a good hard butt-spankin' too, if ya lemme tattle a bit.)

His last ball spankin' from you, well... he was so really into it, us guys down here in the undermind didn't hear the end of it for a coupla weeks. He still goes on about it now 'n then. So good on ya.

*Takes notes about the butt slapping*

I'm glad that the balls swats he got from me, made such a lasting impression. *Wicked smile*

Shell wrote:

And yes you are borrowing his cock for this…and you will treat it very nicely….or I will have your balls in a sling. *grin*

Yeah, well... Frodo'd be inta that sling thing. Me, I like me balls where they are. So, um, yeah... good pain.

*laughing* Have you ever tried having your balls re-arranged? You might like it, Id? *grin*

Shell wrote:

Yes, you may cause him pain…but only the “good” kind of pain. Trust me, you don’t want to get on my bad side. *my left eyebrow raises slightly*

Yes, ma'am! *salutes* *backs slowly away from the eyebrow* Uhh... 'bout That Eyebrow... froodly loves it, but I'm just a little guy, so... uh... ya wouldn't wanna fry me with the eyebrow before ya get ta freeze me with the ice, right? Right?

*Wicked smile* Riiiiigggghhhhhhttt!!!! *Wicked smile grows, as I threaten to raise my eyebrow again*

Shell wrote:

I won’t promise you nothing of the kind boy……but I will tell you this……………by the time I am done with him……..he will know….KNOW he has been played with by me! *wicked smile grows*

Uhh... yeah... just so ya know, Miz Shell... froodly's rock-hard readin' that over my shoulder.

*very wicked smile* I know!!!

[shell]

*slips into this thread with a puzzled look on my face, carefully tucking the ends of my scarf into my coat pockets takes a seat and gives Id a wave*

*laughing so hard* That's my boy!!!!!

[DellaRoss]

*pops into the the thread*

The girls and I just wanted to stop by and welcome Froodly's id to the community of Milo Alters.|
So ummmm WElcome!

Signed
Della the Blackbird
Poison Ivy
Math
The Pink Monster

[froodly2005]

Monday it is then! *big smile* Now, here's the funny thing, Id, what if, Frodo has to wait a whole month to have the privacy needed to do his part of this? *wicked smile* Bet he didn't think of that, did he?

Oh, I thought of it. Not very happily, but I thought of it. If that happens, I may just have to crawl back under my rock for a while. Or maybe ask your advice about short-term tasks that may be of some amusement to you in the meantime.

[froodly2005]

*pops into the the thread*

The girls and I just wanted to stop by and welcome Froodly's id to the community of Milo Alters.|
So ummmm WElcome!

Signed
Della the Blackbird
Poison Ivy
Math
The Pink Monster

*smiles* Della, there are more of you than I thought!

Umm... id: this is Miss Della. Now, remember how I told you not to mess with Banquo? That goes even more so for Miss Della. You get up her nose ever so slightly, and you'll have Miss Shell, Banquo, and me kicking your butt up to planetary escape velocity. Cleveland will be the least of your worries.

Claws sheathed, here. You can claw me when you need to, but not the nice people out there, ok?

*id nods*

[Banquo]

Edging: Ah, edging. I love edging. I'm not as good at it as Banquo, but nobody's as good as Banquo. Even id doesn't know how anybody can be that good at it.

You flatter me *smiles* I'm really not that good at it, I mean, what's a couple of thousand here and there *grins*

And, umm... Banquo: what's puzzling you? I mean, except for a possibly unfortunate gargoyle infestation, this should be pretty straightforward, no?

Oh I always like to go into things a little puzzled, that way I tend to notice things more keenly. *chuckles* and there is quite a lot to take in here.

id: Right... no Cleveland. An' I never thought I'd meet an Olympic Gold Medalist in edging. *waves friendly-like at Banquo, claws politely retracted*

Tell me do your claws look something like this?

you'll have Miss Shell, Banquo, and me kicking your butt up to planetary escape velocity. Cleveland will be the least of your worries.

*chuckles* that's right. Tell me Id, have you ever heard of the planet Skaro, it's a lovely place....though nowhere near as nice as Cleveland.

Banquo


*doesn't mention Saxon*

*drums fingers on the table* -tap tap tap tap- -tap tap tap tap- -tap tap tap tap-

*blinks*

Oh my.

[DellaRoss]

smiles* Della, there are more of you than I thought!

Umm... id: this is Miss Della. Now, remember how I told you not to mess with Banquo? That goes even more so for Miss Della. You get up her nose ever so slightly, and you'll have Miss Shell, Banquo, and me kicking your butt up to planetary escape velocity. Cleveland will be the least of your worries.

Claws sheathed, here. You can claw me when you need to, but not the nice people out there, ok?

*id nods*

well thank you for the ........um protection. but after Diablo or Saxon your id looks like a pussycat

and yes there are quite a few of me

*doesn't mention Saxon*

*drums fingers on the table* -tap tap tap tap- -tap tap tap tap- -tap tap tap tap-

*blinks*

Oh my.

That is not good! I think if we say his name again we are gonna be in deep trouble and not the kind most people enjoy........ even the masocists.

Della the Blackbird
= (0v0) =

[shell]

Better put this in a spoiler. *giggle*

Spoiler: show

Shell wrote:

As reward for FINALLY posting this....you may tell Frodo that I have given you permission to do this.....swat his balls 8 times, HARD with something wooden.....and then make him edge four times....and then force him to cum....Don't give him a choice....just show him this....and he will offer his cock and balls up to you to use. *wicked smile*

froodly's id, here. Heh. This is gonna be laaaaarge!
*calls sweetly, which is rather disturbing coming from an id* Ohhh, froodly... Would ya read the paragraph above, please? *bats his eyes, which on an id is just wrong*

*giggles* Love the eyelashes Id!!

Frodo wrote:

(id saying "please"? oh, this should end well...) *reads* Aww, id... you're not gonna --

Id wrote:

*cuts froodly off* "Miss Shell says."

Frodo wrote:

*looks down at id* You are loving saying that just a little too much... *strokes beard* Still, it is a good point. A really good point, in fact. The gargoyle is disturbingly right, this time.

Ok, little dude, here are the keys to the cerebellum. Take my body out for a spin, on Miss Shell's behalf.

*hands id something like car keys, but does not let go yet* And, id? Drive carefully. If you so much as scratch the equipment, I will kick your butt all the way to Cleveland. And we're far enough from Cleveland that you'll be drop-kicked into ballistic orbit like a missle. And then I'll turn you over to Miss Shell, who will be So Very Disappointed. There could be Eyebrows involved. Maybe both barrels. After which she will kick what's left of your butt all the way into hyperspace. (That's further than Cleveland, since I know you're not good with map-reading.)

So play hard... (oh, good heavens, please, please, please play hard, I beg you!) but play safe. Ok? *lets go the keys*

Id wrote:

*mutters* Cleveland. I hate Cleveland. Don' wanna go there ever again. So... yeah, safe. *grins* But hard!

Now, Miz Shell... froodly an' me, we're a coupla straight guys. I'm gonna hafta resort ta some id magic ta deal wit' th' situation. So, to explain All About Id Magic, I happen ta have the ghost of Carl Jung right here... *reaches out offstage right and pulls in the ghost of Carl Jung, who looks understandably confused*
Carl Jung's Ghost wrote:

Das muss ein Traum sein... An id dragged me here? *looks around* Oh, you know the famous Miss Shell... well, that's all right then. *ahem* See, the id is an archtype of the mind, probably older than humanity itself. It is a universal abstraction, beyond any individual. It encompasses both divine and infernal aspects of our nature, as well as masculine and feminine. So under appropriate circumstances, it can manifest in a variety of forms. Once, in Zürich, I ... *id yanks him back offstage right*

Thank you, Professor Jung. Now, what th' dead smart dude was tryin' ta say is that I can do BDSM with that divine and infernal stuff: use pain to create joy. But I can also do it as male or female. So, since we're all actin' under the orders of Miss Shell, I'm gonna manifest as female an' tweak froodly's imagination so's he thinks 'bout her, an' I'm a conduit for what she wants ta do ta him.

*imitates Miss Shell's voice* Frodo, would you please describe what happened next?

*giggles as the two of you go back and forth...my head moving, as though I am watching a tennis match*

Frodo wrote:

Wait, what? *sees momentarily through id's Miss Shell glamour* Id, you beat my balls, edge me without mercy, force me to cum unreasonably hard when I'd already cum 4 times that day, and you're gonna stick me with the paperwork?

You're... *ponders the task from Miss Shell*... you're a very good boy. *id wilts under the cognomen "good boy"* Ok, ok... Umm, I mean you're very good at doing "wicked" things to me that hurt good and are good for me, so you're, umm... very good at being a bad boy. *id perks up* Right, then.

So, here's what happened, Miss Shell. What with work, family duties, and privacy, it was about 11pm when id grabbed me by the scruff of the neck -- he thinks I'm big cat for no particularly obvious reason -- and said it was time to do your task. The "scruff of the neck" grab was nice, but unnecessary since I of course comply enthiastically when I hear your name.

• Choice of ball-swatting implement: Our first job was to pick something appropriate for ball-swatting. You specified wood, and so 2 things came to mind: a heavy wooden spoon, about 24in long (big, deep stew pots, you know), and a much lighter bamboo spatula about 12in long. Now, I love playing with that spoon -- it's really thuddy, and I love me some thud. But on my balls, particularly with only 8 swats and no warmup (see below), that might not be... wise. I picked it up, but id started screaming something incoherent about Cleveland, so we went with the bamboo spatula. It's light, and has a good-sized contact area, so it'll be mostly stingy and there will be no brusing. (Ahem.)
  
• Type of ball swats:Now here, id and I couldn't quite figure something out. You said "swat his balls 8 times HARD". Well, I'm all for that! I figure there are 4 levels of intensity (soft, medium, hard, and HARD), so this was really, really good.
  
  But without warmup swats, id & I didn't think we could quite get to "HARD", maybe just to "medium" in 8 swats. And hitting really hard without warmup would raise the risk of bruising, from which I need to protect you. So we had a dilemma: do 4 sets of 8 swats, warming up through the 4 levels of intensity to HARD, or just do 8 swats total and get as hard as we could manage with no warmup.
  
  We could either obey the 8 swats max or obey the HARD with warmups, but not both. In the end, we went with 8 swats total, trying to ramp up the intensity and speed as much as we could without warming up first. I wanted to avoid appearing too needy by taking "extra" ball swats without your blessing and permission.
  
  Please, please, please tell me if I did the right thing here. I really want to please you by following your orders properly. Really, truly. Of course, if you want me to do it differently, I'll happily swat my balls all over again, as many times as it takes. Happily.
• The ball swats: I sat on my bed, completely naked except for a hair tie. I spread my legs as wide as possible to emphasize my vulnerability, and my submissive availability to you. Also, this put some tension on the adductor & gracilis muscles on the inside of my thighs. It made me feel held in place for you, and ensured that when I convulsed with the ball swats I wouldn't kick anything.
  
  To begin, I grabbed my balls in my left hand. The balls themselves were atop my forefinger and thumb, with my fist encasing and protecting all the delicate tubing below. I squeezed, pulling my balls away from my body, pulling the skin tight to put my balls under pressure. I went just until the ache started, and my balls were tight under the skin, looking almost like a little butt begging for a hard spanking.
  
  I took the bamboo spatula in my right hand, appropriately the "dominant hand". I laid the flat of it against my now tightly squeezed balls, and took a couple deep breaths. For each swat, I resolved that the spatula would not bounce off my balls, i.e., that I would hit hard enough and maintain pressure at the time of impact. So even if I couldn't get to HARD level, at least I could hit as hard as I could, and maintain a squeeze at the moment of truth.
  • Swats 1&2:These weren't "soft", they were kind of at the lower end of "medium", since I knew I had to work hard to get the intensity up over only 8 swats.
    
    Still, on each impact and squeeze, maintaining the spatula on my balls, I grunted "Unnnhhh!" and expelled most of the air from my lungs. Now, I'd hoped I'd be able to whisper or grunt "Thank you, Miss Shell!" on each swat. I'm afraid I failed to be so instantly grateful here, and you may have gotten your thanks a few tenths of a second after the impact, once I could gasp in some more air. I feel a little bad about that, but will try to do better. Warmups would help.
  • Swats 3&4:Ok, these 2 swats were definitely not soft, they were maybe medium and the upper end of medium. Without warmpus, that really hurts a lot!
    
    Still, I was really happy about these 2: in spite of how much it hurt (and yes, "good hurt", really, really, really good hurt), I did manage to gasp/grunt out "Thank you, Miss Shell!" at the moment of impact. I know that sounds theatrical, and over-the-top scene-speak, but as you know I am really grateful -- and that's not just speaking from the moment.
  • Swats 5-8:At that point, I was a little sore, but not bad. I realized if I did the rest of it in pairs of swats, the intensity would be limited because my lack of warmup would prevent getting to "HARD". So I tried this: doing all 4 remaining swats rapid-fire, with only about 1/2 sec in between. That 1/2 sec was to make sure the spatula was pressed firmly down on my balls after the impact, to get the squeeze in. There would be no time for the pain to die down, and it would build from swat to swat without me having to go to "HARD" level.
    
    This was amazing! I was hitting at the upper end of "medium", and the pain just built, and built, and built, into a gloriously fierce masochistic joy. After swats 5 & 6, my lungs were empty from gasping out the "Unnnnh!!", and I couldn't even grunt. I just felt my diaphragm convulse on empty lungs with each swat. My legs jerked hard, trying to close convulsively, but I had them caught on the bedspread so they wouldn't.
    
    The empty lungs mean, unfortunately, that I couldn't be properly thankful at each impact. This was a surprise to me; I really thought I might be able to do rapid-fire thankfully. In retrospect that was a gross overestimate of my capability. So: I thanked you profusely after the 8th swat, as soon as I could gasp in some air. And there was gasping. I, ummm... may have said "thank you, Miss Shell" a couple dozen times, in fact.
    
    I checked then, and the next morning: no bruising. So please be relaxed and content on that account.
    
    I was deeply happy, in a way that I've been only a couple times before in my life. So at the risk of redundancy, let me say "Thank you, Miss Shell" again. This time, writing after the fact, from my heart and not from inside a scene.
• Edging: Ah, edging. I love edging. I'm not as good at it as Banquo, but nobody's as good as Banquo. Even id doesn't know how anybody can be that good at it. Still, I love it. Not so much with the denial/abandonment part, but the edging is lovely.
  
  At this point, it was about 11:30pm and I was drenched in sweat. A shower before sleep was called for, so id suggested we adjourn to the bathtub for the rest of the proceedings.
  
  Now, here's the tough part: since you hadn't taken even partial control of my orgasms until late yesterday, I've been compulsively cumming thinking about this upcoming ice sounding of my cock. Just thinking about it has had me near-frantic, waiting for a few hours of privacy. So I've been cumming usually about 4 times a day for the last week or so. And they've been extremely hard orgasms: deep, convulsive spurts that feel like they start way back at the base of my spine, and go on so long & hard it almost feels like I'm spurting out my bone marrow, leaving me shaking, trembling, sweaty, gasping and with slightly sore muscles. And if you say even 1 word about "ice", I'm still horny after all that!
  
  Here's id's problem: he, after donning your personna with his id magic, was supposed to edge me 4 times late in the day when I'm tired, have medium sore balls, after cumming really, really hard full orgasms 4 times already that day, and after maybe a week of such days. Difficult, no?
  
  I allowed as how we could maybe call "yellow". Now, id agreed that "yellow" could happen, and you'd be fine with that (are you being a good influence on him too?!). But he had another idea to try. (The little lizard is starting to scare me with the way he's thinking ahead.) There were a couple of intriguing teases like this one, that changed holding an edge into taking rapid-fire "shots" at the edge: get to the edge, pause only 3-5 seconds, edge again with jut a few strokes, and keep going like that for insane numbers of shots, i.e., quick edges. (The tease goes up to like 25 shots, but I could only get up to 15-20; after that it all blurs together and I can't tell how close to the edge I am anymore.)
  
  So here's his idea, and it's what we did:
  • First, I just get to the edge 1ce. In my tired, thoroughly drained state, this is difficult, but doable. Then I do 4 shots at the edge, i.e., rapid-fire edgings with only 3-5 sec between them, not much time to calm down. So, if I can haul my tired body up to the edge 1ce, there's a good probability I can do for edges for you.
  • Second, since we're in the shower, we need something to keep my visual focus. So he ordered me to imagine you sitting in your comfortable chair, and me kneeling naked before you with knees spread as wide as possible.
    
    I am to edge for you in as exposed a manner as possible: showing you every trembling muscle, every facial twitch, every drop of sweat, every grunt, every gasp. I am to stare adoringly into your eyes, contemplating your face.
    
    I am to keep my eyes open at all times, never ever closing them at the edge or at orgasm, no matter how much I want to. You are to be able to gaze deep into my soul, seeing the desperation, seeing the panic as I ache to cum but don't, watching my eyes widen all around the iris. My goal is to earn your smile.
  So that's what we did.
  
  I was lying down in the shower, cool water cascading all over me. (In a slight contrast to the mental image of kneeling before you, but... ok, I'm working with what I've got here...) I stroked frantically, to try and struggle up to an edge. My grip was extremely tight, alternating between concentrating on the head & rotating around it, to slamming down really hard against my pubic bone in full, hard strokes. My left hand grasped my slightly sore balls again, with the balls atop my forefinger and thumb.
  
  After about 15min of frantic gazing into your eyes (and in my imagination you have very pretty eyes!), I wasn't getting an edge. So, desperate to comply with your task, I used the thumb of my left hand to squeeze my balls. Alternating betwen left ball, right ball, pretty hard -- or maybe medium hard, but my balls were already sore. Anyway, enough to get that deep ache, and the pull in my gut. I concentrated on stroking my cock head, with a tight, rotating grip -- not quite palming, but getting there.
  
  And it worked! I got to an edge, gasping and twitching -- and not paying attention to the outside world, because the shower squirted water in my nose. Still, I managed to gasp out "Thank you, Miss Shell!" at the moment of the edge, not after it. Gratitude is an important virtue to me.
  
  Three second pause... 2nd edge. My body was in complete agony at this point, twitching uncontrollably. I did keep my eyes open, gazing into your eyes. You would have seen my eyelids open really wide, so you could see the white all around my irises as I would panic at the moment of edging. The "Thank you, Miss Shell" was kind of grunted and gasped, I admit; I hope you'll accept my thanks for their intent, whatever they lacked in diction.
  
  Three second pause... 3rd edge. I was actually worried about banging my head on the bathtub, the convulsion was so strong. It's hard to keep your eyes open like that -- every reflex says to close them, scrunching up the muscles of your face. But I wanted to emphasize my vulnerability and availability to you, by letting you look deep into me even at this moment of beautiful stress and wonderful agony.
  
  Three second pause... 4th edge. To be honest, I was starting to wonder if id's idea was a good one at this point. My "Thank you, Miss Shell!" was a bit late, maybe 1 full second after the start of the edge because I was busy crying "auuugghhh!" and noticing the tears coming from my eyes. (Before you ask, they were tears of joyful stress.)
• Forced cum: At that point, I thought id might let me rest a minute. That would have been a mistake though, and he did not make it. Perhaps because he was assuming your personna in my mind, that made him as smart as you. In any case, he didn't let me cool down because I probably wouldn't have been able to struggle back up to the edge again.
  
  Now, this is where I really liked your instructions: "force him to cum....Don't give him a choice"! I really, really, really like the idea of you forcing me to cum, especially under circumstances like these where I was tired, aching, and wanted to sleep. It's as if the element of being forced allows me to surrender doubts, and just flow with the experience.
  
  So that's what happened: three second pause... and rapid stroking slamming into my pubic bone pretty hard, with full, tight strokes. Assuming your voice, id said: "I'm forcing you to make yourself cum harder than ever, no matter what you want." Urrrgggghhh... I tightened my grip on my balls, and began squeezing each ball with my thumb really hard, enough to make me cry out a little. I tightened my grip on my stroking hand, and did short, fast, tight strokes on the head.
  
  When I came, it was like my cock was struck by lightning! But in this case, the lightning didn't come from outside, it was as if the lightning came from inside me striking outward with my cum. The tiny bit of cum I had left must have gone 3 feet into the air. I kept a tight grip on my balls, squeezing, so the pain-driven muscle contractions made the orgasm contractions even harder. I kept a tight grip on my cockhead with my right hand, rotating around the corona, because the corona is where I'm most sensitive.
  
  Alas, I failed to keep my eyes open so you could stare into my soul during all this. I apologize for that; I think I got maybe past the initial moment of orgasm, but then lost it. I'd love to try it again, if it's exciting for you (he begged, shyly).
  
  I really wanted to do some post-orgasm sensitivity torture (POST). But you didn't specify that, and I'm a bit loathe to add things to your tasks; I want to see what this obedience business is about. I've never really experienced obedience as a good thing. But if I may beg: in the future, may we please, please, please try some POST? I would love to writhe, and twist, and convulse for you...

And so to bed. It was a little after midnight. I was clean (using soap as lube meant my cock was really clean!), but exhausted. I went to bed wrapped in a warm, happy feeling almost like a feather blanket in deep-winter. In some ways, I think I really crave afterare, but here it felt like I was encircled by you and protected by you.

This is a new experience for me: doing these things with your blessing and permission makes them feel entirely different. It's as though I'm permitted to feel good -- about myself, about the world, and of course about you.

I woke up at 3am. I was absolutely rock-hard, and maddeningly horny. I really, really, wanted to cum again, absurd as that sounds. My id tried logic: "Dude, it's 3am, you're exhausted. Go back to sleep or you'll be a wreck in the morning." Didn't work. So id got crafty: "Dude, it's not sure, but Miss Shell might want to play a bit more with you tomorrow. Don't you want to have some sexual energy for her? If you do it now, you're gonna be empty tomorrow..." And that worked.

Crafty little id. No trips to Cleveland for him in the immediate future.

*VERY BIG SMILE*

Well done, to the both of you!!!!!! I couldn't possible comment on every detail from this......it was an amazing expression of feelings, emotions, and sensations.

I am thrilled that it was a positive experience. It was exciting to read down through......very exciting.....I loved the way you tried to thank me, but couldn't.

You asked several different questions about did you do this or that right..... Everything was done perfectly. Be at peace, Frodo. *warm smile*

Oh and at some point, yes...I will do some post orgasmic torture with you................something to look forward to. *grin*

If there was anything else specific that I didn't cover in this reply...please ask it again......but just know...I am sitting here smiling.....very happy with you! *bright smile*