Miss Shell and The Case of The Ice Sounding Id

[nylonfeetboy]

After reading this, I have to say I think your efforts are truly impressive even if you ran into some technical problems. If you're planning another go, I hope it turns out well, I'm looking forward to reading about it.
But like Miss Shell said, you shouldn't feel disappointed. You didn't fail, the ice failed you.

[Banquo]

I completely agree with Mistress, and Nylon, you did fantastic Frodo and Id. You should both be proud of yourself. And I don't think either of you deserve to go to Cleveland *chuckles*

I have really enjoyed reading about your exploits!

Banquo

[shell]

*Smiles at the huge amount of support that has been shown for Frodo*

If Frodo posts below......he is not in disobedience......for we are talking both here and there.

[froodly2005]

After reading this, I have to say I think your efforts are truly impressive even if you ran into some technical problems. If you're planning another go, I hope it turns out well, I'm looking forward to reading about it.
But like Miss Shell said, you shouldn't feel disappointed. You didn't fail, the ice failed you.

I completely agree with Mistress, and Nylon, you did fantastic Frodo and Id. You should both be proud of yourself.

Yes, I agree as well - it was excellent work, technical problems or not.
Something to be proud about!

Gentlemen all, thank you very much for your kind words of reassurance. I appreciate it greatly.

And I don't think either of you deserve to go to Cleveland *chuckles* I have really enjoyed reading about your exploits!

Eeep! You, ummm... well, I can only hope you have not had the misfortune to have personally made the acquaintance of the umm... Person? Entity?... in Cleveland, either.

[froodly2005]

The ice sounds did not work, as everyone knows. Now, I have some ideas involving larger, more reliable molds made from sterilizable surgical tubing with a slightly higher diameter, and tube clamps to seal the ends. But right now that's kind of a depressing subject. I'd dearly love try again, but perhaps we could delay until the depressive cloud lifts a bit?

For now, I thought what might perhaps be of interest instead would be a report on the effects of a single day of denial. Edging and delay are fascinating, but denial terrifies me for a variety of reasons. (Those of you more experienced than myself are no doubt wondering what the big deal is. But trust me -- there are real issues here of fear, sadness, and pain. Miss Shell is helping me ease them a little bit.)

My id may think I'm a big cat, but the thought of denial all by itself turns me into a very small, very alarmed 'fraidy cat:

(No, not my cat, just a net pic used to illustrate European attitudes re bank panics. Makes me want to smack the owners for scaring their cat that much.)

So even though this was only 1 day, it was interesting: quite stressful at times, a little bit fun at others, and full of introspection about just what was going on in my head and why.

In the outside world, I hate the thought of being controlled by another person -- too many bad experiences with bad authority figures. You're teaching me a bit of trust here, by showing me an experience of control that is benevolent, and even nurturing. (Plus, behaving like a decent human being is always attractive. I don't know why people find that confusing...)

So I've been thinking a lot about how the denial was structured -- trying to figure out what you were doing -- and how that relates to my reactions. Here's what I've figured out so far, tentatively.

First, let's consider the motivation: you wanted more excitement to build in me, as if I wasn't excited enough. I was so excited, I was in fact cumming a lot every day just anticipating the ice sounding. You wisely decided to help me "dial back" a bit, so that not just my mind, but my body also would be eager for the experience. I fully supported and understood this, so it felt less like control being imposed than you helping me do what I knew I should do, and wanted to do. I wanted to cooperate.

Second, let's consider the structure, which I thought was really interesting:

• The denial was short: midnight Sunday to early evening Monday, about 18hr. Of those, I would be likely asleep for at least 7hr, so really only 11hr that matter. This turned out to be important: I could see there was a well-defined endpoint, the endpoint (ice-sounding) was going to be wonderful, and I could easily hold on for 11hr. This timing and circumstance meant I could reinterpret this as preparation, not as rejection. It was clearly witin reach because it was like a normal day.
• You permitted me to edge 4 times. Well, I love edging, but... on a week-day, that's more than I could reasonably do with work and home duties (at least until evening, and not a typical evening). So while I'm antsy about other people imposing limits on me in any life area, you cleverly created a "limit" that was not really a limit at all. But I did have to think it through to realize that.
• You encouraged me to touch 8min at a time, separated by 22min. That's 8min out of every 8+22=30min, or 16min out of every hour, or one quarter of the entire day! Again, a limit which is really not a limit.
• You specifically suggested other touches: cock, balls, and nipples. This strongly resonated with me, since you were making it clear this was not about being rejected or ignored, and not about being numb. It was about becoming more sensitive, and thus more capable of appreciating the future. Also, the specific nature of the suggestions let me silence the inner critics in my mind, making them believe that you really meant it.
• You asked me to consider what I had, not what I lacked. Good advice for many circmstances, this is. Also, this shows how well you know me: it's important to me to show gratitude, and you invited me to practice that. Also, you were inviting me to appreciate the other sorts of touches, understanding denial as a time of becoming more sensitive.

So here's what that added up to, for me. The short period and highly anticipated end made it a preparation, rather than a deprivation. The suggested edging and touching made me realize that I could still experience my body in a good way, and that the limits were kindly intended. The suggestion of other touches and invitation to appreciate them made me a lot more sensitive, and in fact made me feel cared for rather than rejected or numb.

This was your act of genius: corrective emotional experience of something I found intolerable in the past, making it tolerable and good (though admittedly still stressful).

The day was kind of interesting. I was anxious about the control aspect, but managed to keep that mostly under control by reminding myself that this was kindly-intended time of preparation. I edged only a couple times in the morning, surprisingly. The suggestion to touch balls and nipples was a bit of a surprise, too.

• Several times during the day -- under conditions of a few minutes of privacy -- I could wrap my ball sack in my right fist, and then massage my balls with the palm of my left hand. Sometimes, I would squeeze down fairly hard with my left hand; this became quite interesting when the squeeze had to last for the 8minutes you prescribed. The continuous ball squeeze was nicely different from ball swats, and I appreciated the new experience.
• I could also -- in complete privacy -- work my nipples from time to time. I grasped them firmly between thumb and forefinger, squeezed down medium hard, and rolled them back and forth, sometimes pulling outward slowly but hard. Since I was wearing a shirt of rough fabric, this was wonderfully intense when sustained for 8 minutes at a time. (Though my hands did get tired.)

I was incredibly horny and ready by the end of the day, so that was a success. I also was secretly amused that by the end of the day I had rather sore nipples. It was fun to think of why that was the case, and that I'd been given permission and even encouragement to do that.

So I was in the perfect mood to attempt the ice sounding -- horny, happy, eager, hard, and very, very sensitive so edging was easy; perhaps if you permit another attempt it will work out better.

What I want to appreciate for now is how carefully you prepared me for that moment. Looking back, I can see (some of) the steps, and the care with which you took them. I admire the art, and am grateful for the kindness. Thank you.

[And best wishes for Spanking Day! ]

[shell]

Spoiler: show

The ice sounds did not work, as everyone knows. Now, I have some ideas involving larger, more reliable molds made from sterilizable surgical tubing with a slightly higher diameter, and tube clamps to seal the ends. But right now that's kind of a depressing subject. I'd dearly love try again, but perhaps we could delay until the depressive cloud lifts a bit?

For now, I thought what might perhaps be of interest instead would be a report on the effects of a single day of denial. Edging and delay are fascinating, but denial terrifies me for a variety of reasons. (Those of you more experienced than myself are no doubt wondering what the big deal is. But trust me -- there are real issues here of fear, sadness, and pain. Miss Shell is helping me ease them a little bit.)

My id may think I'm a big cat, but the thought of denial all by itself turns me into a very small, very alarmed 'fraidy cat:

(No, not my cat, just a net pic used to illustrate European attitudes re bank panics. Makes me want to smack the owners for scaring their cat that much.)

So even though this was only 1 day, it was interesting: quite stressful at times, a little bit fun at others, and full of introspection about just what was going on in my head and why.

In the outside world, I hate the thought of being controlled by another person -- too many bad experiences with bad authority figures. You're teaching me a bit of trust here, by showing me an experience of control that is benevolent, and even nurturing. (Plus, behaving like a decent human being is always attractive. I don't know why people find that confusing...)

So I've been thinking a lot about how the denial was structured -- trying to figure out what you were doing -- and how that relates to my reactions. Here's what I've figured out so far, tentatively.

First, let's consider the motivation: you wanted more excitement to build in me, as if I wasn't excited enough. I was so excited, I was in fact cumming a lot every day just anticipating the ice sounding. You wisely decided to help me "dial back" a bit, so that not just my mind, but my body also would be eager for the experience. I fully supported and understood this, so it felt less like control being imposed than you helping me do what I knew I should do, and wanted to do. I wanted to cooperate.

Second, let's consider the structure, which I thought was really interesting:

• The denial was short: midnight Sunday to early evening Monday, about 18hr. Of those, I would be likely asleep for at least 7hr, so really only 11hr that matter. This turned out to be important: I could see there was a well-defined endpoint, the endpoint (ice-sounding) was going to be wonderful, and I could easily hold on for 11hr. This timing and circumstance meant I could reinterpret this as preparation, not as rejection. It was clearly witin reach because it was like a normal day.
• You permitted me to edge 4 times. Well, I love edging, but... on a week-day, that's more than I could reasonably do with work and home duties (at least until evening, and not a typical evening). So while I'm antsy about other people imposing limits on me in any life area, you cleverly created a "limit" that was not really a limit at all. But I did have to think it through to realize that.
• You encouraged me to touch 8min at a time, separated by 22min. That's 8min out of every 8+22=30min, or 16min out of every hour, or one quarter of the entire day! Again, a limit which is really not a limit.
• You specifically suggested other touches: cock, balls, and nipples. This strongly resonated with me, since you were making it clear this was not about being rejected or ignored, and not about being numb. It was about becoming more sensitive, and thus more capable of appreciating the future. Also, the specific nature of the suggestions let me silence the inner critics in my mind, making them believe that you really meant it.
• You asked me to consider what I had, not what I lacked. Good advice for many circmstances, this is. Also, this shows how well you know me: it's important to me to show gratitude, and you invited me to practice that. Also, you were inviting me to appreciate the other sorts of touches, understanding denial as a time of becoming more sensitive.

So here's what that added up to, for me. The short period and highly anticipated end made it a preparation, rather than a deprivation. The suggested edging and touching made me realize that I could still experience my body in a good way, and that the limits were kindly intended. The suggestion of other touches and invitation to appreciate them made me a lot more sensitive, and in fact made me feel cared for rather than rejected or numb.

This was your act of genius: corrective emotional experience of something I found intolerable in the past, making it tolerable and good (though admittedly still stressful).

The day was kind of interesting. I was anxious about the control aspect, but managed to keep that mostly under control by reminding myself that this was kindly-intended time of preparation. I edged only a couple times in the morning, surprisingly. The suggestion to touch balls and nipples was a bit of a surprise, too.

• Several times during the day -- under conditions of a few minutes of privacy -- I could wrap my ball sack in my right fist, and then massage my balls with the palm of my left hand. Sometimes, I would squeeze down fairly hard with my left hand; this became quite interesting when the squeeze had to last for the 8minutes you prescribed. The continuous ball squeeze was nicely different from ball swats, and I appreciated the new experience.
• I could also -- in complete privacy -- work my nipples from time to time. I grasped them firmly between thumb and forefinger, squeezed down medium hard, and rolled them back and forth, sometimes pulling outward slowly but hard. Since I was wearing a shirt of rough fabric, this was wonderfully intense when sustained for 8 minutes at a time. (Though my hands did get tired.)

I was incredibly horny and ready by the end of the day, so that was a success. I also was secretly amused that by the end of the day I had rather sore nipples. It was fun to think of why that was the case, and that I'd been given permission and even encouragement to do that.

So I was in the perfect mood to attempt the ice sounding -- horny, happy, eager, hard, and very, very sensitive so edging was easy; perhaps if you permit another attempt it will work out better.

What I want to appreciate for now is how carefully you prepared me for that moment. Looking back, I can see (some of) the steps, and the care with which you took them. I admire the art, and am grateful for the kindness. Thank you.

[And best wishes for Spanking Day! ]

I am grateful that I had the privilege of reading this privately, before you posted it here. It gave me a chance to reflect and ponder and feel......pride in myself.......something that is not something I am really good at, but with Master's help, I have been getting better.
To see the impact I made......to see what my small suggestions made in your life.....to be allowed inside the mind of someone that my actions had a positive impact on.......*wipes tears from my eyes and leans over and kisses your cheek* From the bottom of my heart..............thank you Frodo.......thank you for this gift......I shall treasure it always. *soft smile as a tear runs over the corner of my mouth*

[dr.d]

Froodly I want to thank you for making a positive impact on Shell and for allowing her to work her magic in your life as she has done in mine and others

and NO ONE deserves to go to Cleveland

[les]

Cleveland is a lovely rural county
North East England







Or do you mean its evil twin
Cleveland Ohio USA

[dr.d]

Thats a very good point Les , I just assumed he meant Cleveland Ohio

[froodly2005]

I am grateful that I had the privilege of reading this privately, before you posted it here. It gave me a chance to reflect and ponder and feel......pride in myself.......something that is not something I am really good at, but with Master's help, I have been getting better.
To see the impact I made......to see what my small suggestions made in your life.....to be allowed inside the mind of someone that my actions had a positive impact on.......*wipes tears from my eyes and leans over and kisses your cheek* From the bottom of my heart..............thank you Frodo.......thank you for this gift......I shall treasure it always. *soft smile as a tear runs over the corner of my mouth*

Froodly I want to thank you for making a positive impact on Shell and for allowing her to work her magic in your life as she has done in mine and others

*squirms happily and gratefully, unable to say much*
*muffled background grunting sounds: id chewing through multiple polyester socks*

and NO ONE deserves to go to Cleveland

Well, yes, that would be the universalist theology, that no one deserves hell. But it raises the theodicy problem of why Cleveland is allowed to exist at all, doesn't it?

Not even id knows the answer to that one. But since this post provides than 3 paragraphs of Minimum Safe Distance, he's unlikely to come close enough to say so for himself.

*louder polyester-muffled grunting in the background, and the stomping of little clawed feet*

[froodly2005]

Cleveland is a lovely rural county North East England

Or do you mean its evil twin Cleveland Ohio USA

Oh, my. Roseberry. Yes, of course one always makes exceptions for the ur-Cleveland in the Green and Pleasant Land. I thought that went without saying! (But you do apparently rejoice in making me say it; kudos for that.)

Of course we meant the "evil twin" city, with the Very Bad... umm... Thingy.

[shell]

*giggles at all the talk of Cleavland*

Ohhhhh, so.....I get it now....we aren't talking about Cleavland...the land between cleavage. *giggle*

[froodly2005]

*giggles at all the talk of Cleavland* Ohhhhh, so.....I get it now....we aren't talking about Cleavland...the land between cleavage. *giggle*

Isn't it "breast"? As in, cleavage "soothes the savage breast"?

(Ow. Ow. Ow. Sprained my double-entendre muscle... again.)

[shell]

Spoiler: show

*giggles at all the talk of Cleavland* Ohhhhh, so.....I get it now....we aren't talking about Cleavland...the land between cleavage. *giggle*

Isn't it "breast"? As in, cleavage "soothes the savage breast"?

(Ow. Ow. Ow. Sprained my double-entendre muscle... again.)

Don't make me wrap your muscle up with medical tape. *grin*

[les]

Don't make me wrap your muscle up with medical tape. *grin*

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