Miss Shell and The Case of The Ice Sounding Id

[froodly2005]

Yes, I am kinda getting the idea that you are really enjoying your ball swats.....a LOT! *grin*

*laughs* Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes! I still think I have not adequately explained to you exactly how much. And I'm looking forward even more to tomorrow morning.

Yes, you may do the cold water injection on Tuesday evening. I am looking forward to this....very much! *Smile* Thank you in advance for being safe. *warm smile*

Hooray! Making the sterile ice tonight.

("warm smile" and "ice water injection"? hmm...)

[DellaRoss]

Hmm. Pinky sounds like an interesting person. Perhaps we should introduce her and id... but only if we could reach Minimum Safe Distance fast enough to get outside the blast radius.

Oh please please please ??????????

No there is not a good idea. the pink monster gets into enough trouble on her own. and Really do we want her getting ideas from the gargoyle?

But, but, but........ someone actually want to play with me. That never happens. and really how much could i hurt a guy made of stone?????? Della ppppppllllllllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee?

I'll think about it, if you stop leaving your experiments around

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

This is not going to end well.........

[froodly2005]

Hmm. Pinky sounds like an interesting person. Perhaps we should introduce her and id... but only if we could reach Minimum Safe Distance fast enough to get outside the blast radius.

Oh please please please ??????????

No there is not a good idea. the pink monster gets into enough trouble on her own. and Really do we want her getting ideas from the gargoyle?

But, but, but........ someone actually want to play with me. That never happens. and really how much could i hurt a guy made of stone?????? Della ppppppllllllllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee?

I'll think about it, if you stop leaving your experiments around

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

This is not going to end well.........

*looks up* Hunh. Who're all dem guys wit' the colored fonts?

Hey, froodly! This new stone wax ya left around... *squints at tube* "Miss Pinky's Gargoyle Polish"... It's da bomb! Goes on real easy-like, an'... What? Whatcha starin' at? Why ya gettin' out that ol' Miles Davis album?

*glares at froodly through slitted eyes, and shouts:* Miss Shell! Froot Loops here ain't tellin' me somethin'!

[shell]

First........*laughs at the conversations going on between all the alter's........* Ya all best hope I don't let any of mine out....or the whole world of Milo is going to have us all committed. *lol*

***

For Frodo

Frodo wrote:
I fear my attempt to be somber has failed: I returned to the Secret Underground Laboratory & attempted to show the minions some somberness (sombriety? sombrero?)... but someone asked me, "How come you're so happy? You were looking so stressed a couple weeks ago." The answer is both more complicated and more simple than I could easily explain, so I told him a joke instead.

IcyHot, eh? Interesting stuff, that. Though sometimes a straight menthol ointment without the methyl salicylate is nicer; sometimes a capsaicin cream is an interesting hot/cold contrast.

It may, to use your words, "make the giggles disappear in a heartbeat"; I'm more worried it might make the heartbeat itself disappear. Ok, not really :), but I'm just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit cautious about it, because...

Ummm... please don't be too surprised here, but... I actually like IcyHot or menthol gel as an anal lube. Nothing sensitizes the prostate quite as much! But I tried it on my cock exactly once... with results you can probably predict, though at the time I did not predict... though I did learn exactly where the dorsal nerve is.

It's ok... I can wait until you're done laughing... go ahead and let it out... There. Feel better? Good. :)

You can't prove that I laughed!! *giggling* And for the record, if you weren't so freaking funny, at times, I wouldn't laugh so hard...so it's YOUR fault! *laughing hysterically*

And truthfully, I can imagine that the warmth of icy hot would feel pretty nice in the anal area..... *smile*

Frodo wrote:
I've never been brave enough to try it again. But if this were an interest of yours... I would be open to encouragement, guidance, and teaching. But only if it's an interest of yours, because I'm a little bit scared of the stuff.

Well.......umm...yeah....I have been known to toy around with a boy or two with a tube of icy hot. *blushing smile*
You do know what is coming, don't you? *grin* Go back and read that thing on my profile that I had you read the other day.........see the last part of that sentence....*grinning from ear to ear* So, I guess the tube of Icy Hot is on your side of the court. *wicked smile* *wonders just what the boy will do with this little bit of information.* *wicked smile grows*

***

Frodo wrote:
("warm smile" and "ice water injection"? hmm...)

Well, that depends on you, now doesn't it? *sits back...smiling......waiting for what I know is coming......*

[froodly2005]

Frodo wrote:
It's ok... I can wait until you're done laughing... go ahead and let it out... There. Feel better? Good. :)

You can't prove that I laughed!! *giggling* And for the record, if you weren't so freaking funny, at times, I wouldn't laugh so hard...so it's YOUR fault! *laughing hysterically*

Proof? Come on, nobody needs proof. Do you seriously think anyone doubts you laughed? Ask Della. I bet she could hear this giggling episode in New York, too. Heck, even I knew you laughed, and I'm always the last one to know that kind of stuff.

Frodo wrote:
I've never been brave enough to try it again. But if this were an interest of yours... I would be open to encouragement, guidance, and teaching. But only if it's an interest of yours, because I'm a little bit scared of the stuff.

Well.......umm...yeah....I have been known to toy around with a boy or two with a tube of icy hot. *blushing smile*

You do know what is coming, don't you? *grin* Go back and read that thing on my profile that I had you read the other day.........see the last part of that sentence....*grinning from ear to ear* So, I guess the tube of Icy Hot is on your side of the court. *wicked smile*

*contented sigh* It says, "I enjoy listening to a submissive beg for me to do things to their bodies that they might not normally want done." Well, IcyHot on my cock and balls certainly qualifies as "might not normally want done"... Now the question is how badly do I have to not want it done in order to want you to do it? (Oy, you've got me splitting infinitives. Grammar down the tubes. Latin tutors spinning in their graves. Assuming they're dead, of course.)

*wonders just what the boy will do with this little bit of information.* *wicked smile grows*

Oh, please. Don't pretend you don't know exactly what I'm going to do. You always know exactly what I'm going to do, before even I know it. *shy smile*

I keep forgetting that you like begging, that it's not irritating to you. I may be a masochist, but apparently I pretty much suck at learning to think like a submissive. Still, I thank you for the kind and gentle reminder. Someday it'll stick in my head that this is not just permitted, but enjoyed. Until then, I beg you to keep reminding me to beg.

Right, then. Let me see if I can remember how this begging business works. *rummages around in the antique filing cabinets in the back of his skull, trying to ignore the claw marks id left on them* It's filed under "B" here, somewhere...

• "Blogging"? Um, no. Not really.
• "Bagging"? No, bootstrap aggregating is for something else.
• "Blegging"? *glares* Id, have you been leaving antique Danish words in the files again? *id smirks from a safe distance*
• "Bogging"? No, not Scottish dialect... Miss Shell's in Florida, which is rather unlike Scotland. More bikini, less bagpipe. Too bad, because I like bikinis and bagpipes. Though possibly not at the same time... the pipers I've known were hairy men who wouldn't really look good in bikinis. (Now there's a visual. Everybody: raise your hand if "eeewww!")
• "Begging"? Ah. That's the one: to earnestly entreat, implore, or supplicate... Oh, right, I remember now: orans feminae cochleae, earnestly entreating the beautiful woman of the seashell. Well, that's clear enough. Why doesn't anybody ask in Latin any more? Would save having to look it up every time. Nothing suggests forced begging like remembering the Latin tutors. Maybe I should write "orans feminae cochleae" somewhere on my body so I won't forget it.

Now, the last time I tried this there were 3 parts: what I'm asking for, what's in it for Miss Shell, and a good will gesture. So let's try that again.

Miss Shell, I quickly remove my clothes, becoming completely naked before you. I take off even my glasses and hair tie, so there is absolutely nothing between you and my body. My body is clean for you. I kneel, sitting my butt on my heels, and spread my knees as wide as possible, emphasizing vulerability and availability to you of my inner thighs, butt, balls, and cock. I clasp both hands behind my neck, and spread my elbows wide, emphasizing the vulnerability and availability to you of my inner arms, chest, and nipples.

I face toward you and...

froodly's id: Hey, froodly! Which direction is Miss Shell? How d'ya know that's the way to face?

froodly: *exasperated sigh* Id... shut up! Not now... I'm busy here! Trying to get some dignified begging done.

froodly's id: *eyes froodly kneeling, naked, and spread* Dignified? *Inigo Montoya voice* You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. *normal deep, grating voice like stone grinding on stone* No, really. Which way's to Miss-Shell-ward?

froodly: "Miss-Shell-ward"?! *face in hands* That's not even a word.

froodly's id: Says who? I bet you don't even know which way Miss Shell is from here.

froodly: *exasperated* It's the opposite of Cleveland!

froodly's id: *thoughtful* Well, that does kinda make sense that Miss Shell and Cleveland would be in opposite directions... But lotsa ways don't go ta Cleveland. How can Miss Shell be in every not-Cleveland direction?

froodly:*rolls eyes* ... *angrily* .o'onai gletu! do po'u pacnau!

froodly's id: Well there's no need for obscenity, see, I just...

*froodly grabs id and hurls him in the general direction of Cleveland... not far, because he's made of stone and would damage the walls, but enough meters to make the point*
*id sulks and decides any further smirking will take place beyond froodly's reach*

*sigh* Where was I? Naked, check. Kneeling, check. Legs spread, check. Arms wide & hands behind neck, check. Facing Miss Shell... ah. That's where we were interrupted. Ahem.

Clean, naked, kneeling, and vulnerable, I face toward you, Miss Shell, and look earnestly into your eyes, contemplating Those Eyebrows...
*wait* ... *moan*
*wait* ... *moan*
*wait* ... *moan*

froodly's id: Aw, crap! Not again... 'Scuse me, Miss Shell, while I reboot frito-boy here. Jus' like an old air conditioner, ya gotta bang 'im upside the head so he'll stop makin' that annoying noise... *administers the canonical dope-slap to back of froodly's head, scampers back out of arm's reach*

• Begging for my needy little masochistic self
  
  Miss Shell, may I beg your encouragement, guidance, and instruction in overcoming one of my fears?
  
  As I said above, I've had difficulty with IcyHot/Menthol Gel/Tiger Balm/capsaicin cream. Anal lube, brilliant. Applied to cock and balls? Too painful to take.
  
  However, the idea of it is exciting as a fantasy. I imagine being tied down spread-eagle on the bed, IcyHot applied to cock & balls, condom put on to prolong it, nipples clamped withmultiple clothespins, thick butt plug with more IcyHot... and ordered to take it for at least 15 minutes. I would dearly love to realize this fantasy, but am unable to overcome my fear of it on my own. Being alone and in pain is not a fantasy of mine. I know -- and I mean really know -- that you have helped me with similar fears in the past. Please, may I bet your help here?
  
  Also, you mentioned that you've played this way before. It is greatly reassuring to me to be able to count on your experience to teach me. But it is even more exciting to know that this sort of play might please you. And I am desperate to do things that please you! Please, Miss Shell, may I do something that pleases you, whether it be IcyHot or something else of your choice? Please?
• What you, Miss Shell, might get out of it
  
  So much for what I want. Now, let's see if we can figure out what you might get out of this.
  
  Of course, it would further establish your reputation as a kind, experienced domme who is generous in her play. This doesn't count for much, because nearly everybody on the planet already believes this, but there may be a few extraterrestrials who haven't gotten the word yet.
  
  You hinted at your play with IcyHot in the past. May I assume you enjoyed it? Because if you did, I would be happy to be the canvas on which you paint your art with IcyHot.
  
  And, of course, you by now know the likely effect this will have on me emotionally. You said you felt like a potter, molding me. May I please be your clay again, to be fashioned into beautiful ceramics through your work?
• A good-will gesture
  
  I don't know quite what to offer here, since you've been so generous with me. Perhaps a promise to have materials available (IcyHot, condoms, clothespins, etc.) immediately. Perhaps a promise to be punctilious about using a safeword at the slightest sign of distress? Perhaps a promise to write a description of the experience for you, telling you the good effects on me? Or perhaps you would care to suggest a good-will gesture on my part that would be meaningful to you?

Still naked, spread, and kneeling, I bow my head to the floor. I know your decision will be just and kind, and that you will know better what I need than I do myself. I trust you to decide the right way to answer this begging.

*looks toward Della* Oh, and Della: Would you mind passing on to Pinky that any substitution of ointments with something to turn me blue would not be well received? You'd be messing with Miss Shell here, not just me.

I mean, you can tint my id all you want; that's just good sporting fun for everybody. He saw he was purple, and went out to a club for slam-dancing -- which, when you're made of stone, is considerably more fun. But if I turn blue -- even a part of me -- then Pinky and I are going to have a short and exciting conversation.

On the other hand, if she wants to mess with id, well... she has my permission and my blessing. :)

[shell]

Spoiler: show

Frodo wrote:
It's ok... I can wait until you're done laughing... go ahead and let it out... There. Feel better? Good. :)

You can't prove that I laughed!! *giggling* And for the record, if you weren't so freaking funny, at times, I wouldn't laugh so hard...so it's YOUR fault! *laughing hysterically*

Proof? Come on, nobody needs proof. Do you seriously think anyone doubts you laughed? Ask Della. I bet she could hear this giggling episode in New York, too. Heck, even I knew you laughed, and I'm always the last one to know that kind of stuff.

Frodo wrote:
I've never been brave enough to try it again. But if this were an interest of yours... I would be open to encouragement, guidance, and teaching. But only if it's an interest of yours, because I'm a little bit scared of the stuff.

Well.......umm...yeah....I have been known to toy around with a boy or two with a tube of icy hot. *blushing smile*

You do know what is coming, don't you? *grin* Go back and read that thing on my profile that I had you read the other day.........see the last part of that sentence....*grinning from ear to ear* So, I guess the tube of Icy Hot is on your side of the court. *wicked smile*

*contented sigh* It says, "I enjoy listening to a submissive beg for me to do things to their bodies that they might not normally want done." Well, IcyHot on my cock and balls certainly qualifies as "might not normally want done"... Now the question is how badly do I have to not want it done in order to want you to do it? (Oy, you've got me splitting infinitives. Grammar down the tubes. Latin tutors spinning in their graves. Assuming they're dead, of course.)

*wonders just what the boy will do with this little bit of information.* *wicked smile grows*

Oh, please. Don't pretend you don't know exactly what I'm going to do. You always know exactly what I'm going to do, before even I know it. *shy smile*

I keep forgetting that you like begging, that it's not irritating to you. I may be a masochist, but apparently I pretty much suck at learning to think like a submissive. Still, I thank you for the kind and gentle reminder. Someday it'll stick in my head that this is not just permitted, but enjoyed. Until then, I beg you to keep reminding me to beg.

Right, then. Let me see if I can remember how this begging business works. *rummages around in the antique filing cabinets in the back of his skull, trying to ignore the claw marks id left on them* It's filed under "B" here, somewhere...

• "Blogging"? Um, no. Not really.
• "Bagging"? No, bootstrap aggregating is for something else.
• "Blegging"? *glares* Id, have you been leaving antique Danish words in the files again? *id smirks from a safe distance*
• "Bogging"? No, not Scottish dialect... Miss Shell's in Florida, which is rather unlike Scotland. More bikini, less bagpipe. Too bad, because I like bikinis and bagpipes. Though possibly not at the same time... the pipers I've known were hairy men who wouldn't really look good in bikinis. (Now there's a visual. Everybody: raise your hand if "eeewww!")
• "Begging"? Ah. That's the one: to earnestly entreat, implore, or supplicate... Oh, right, I remember now: orans feminae cochleae, earnestly entreating the beautiful woman of the seashell. Well, that's clear enough. Why doesn't anybody ask in Latin any more? Would save having to look it up every time. Nothing suggests forced begging like remembering the Latin tutors. Maybe I should write "orans feminae cochleae" somewhere on my body so I won't forget it.

Now, the last time I tried this there were 3 parts: what I'm asking for, what's in it for Miss Shell, and a good will gesture. So let's try that again.

Miss Shell, I quickly remove my clothes, becoming completely naked before you. I take off even my glasses and hair tie, so there is absolutely nothing between you and my body. My body is clean for you. I kneel, sitting my butt on my heels, and spread my knees as wide as possible, emphasizing vulerability and availability to you of my inner thighs, butt, balls, and cock. I clasp both hands behind my neck, and spread my elbows wide, emphasizing the vulnerability and availability to you of my inner arms, chest, and nipples.

I face toward you and...

froodly's id: Hey, froodly! Which direction is Miss Shell? How d'ya know that's the way to face?

froodly: *exasperated sigh* Id... shut up! Not now... I'm busy here! Trying to get some dignified begging done.

froodly's id: *eyes froodly kneeling, naked, and spread* Dignified? *Inigo Montoya voice* You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. *normal deep, grating voice like stone grinding on stone* No, really. Which way's to Miss-Shell-ward?

froodly: "Miss-Shell-ward"?! *face in hands* That's not even a word.

froodly's id: Says who? I bet you don't even know which way Miss Shell is from here.

froodly: *exasperated* It's the opposite of Cleveland!

froodly's id: *thoughtful* Well, that does kinda make sense that Miss Shell and Cleveland would be in opposite directions... But lotsa ways don't go ta Cleveland. How can Miss Shell be in every not-Cleveland direction?

froodly:*rolls eyes* ... *angrily* .o'onai gletu! do po'u pacnau!

froodly's id: Well there's no need for obscenity, see, I just...

*froodly grabs id and hurls him in the general direction of Cleveland... not far, because he's made of stone and would damage the walls, but enough meters to make the point*
*id sulks and decides any further smirking will take place beyond froodly's reach*

*sigh* Where was I? Naked, check. Kneeling, check. Legs spread, check. Arms wide & hands behind neck, check. Facing Miss Shell... ah. That's where we were interrupted. Ahem.

Clean, naked, kneeling, and vulnerable, I face toward you, Miss Shell, and look earnestly into your eyes, contemplating Those Eyebrows...
*wait* ... *moan*
*wait* ... *moan*
*wait* ... *moan*

froodly's id: Aw, crap! Not again... 'Scuse me, Miss Shell, while I reboot frito-boy here. Jus' like an old air conditioner, ya gotta bang 'im upside the head so he'll stop makin' that annoying noise... *administers the canonical dope-slap to back of froodly's head, scampers back out of arm's reach*

• Begging for my needy little masochistic self
  
  Miss Shell, may I beg your encouragement, guidance, and instruction in overcoming one of my fears?
  
  As I said above, I've had difficulty with IcyHot/Menthol Gel/Tiger Balm/capsaicin cream. Anal lube, brilliant. Applied to cock and balls? Too painful to take.
  
  However, the idea of it is exciting as a fantasy. I imagine being tied down spread-eagle on the bed, IcyHot applied to cock & balls, condom put on to prolong it, nipples clamped withmultiple clothespins, thick butt plug with more IcyHot... and ordered to take it for at least 15 minutes. I would dearly love to realize this fantasy, but am unable to overcome my fear of it on my own. Being alone and in pain is not a fantasy of mine. I know -- and I mean really know -- that you have helped me with similar fears in the past. Please, may I bet your help here?
  
  Also, you mentioned that you've played this way before. It is greatly reassuring to me to be able to count on your experience to teach me. But it is even more exciting to know that this sort of play might please you. And I am desperate to do things that please you! Please, Miss Shell, may I do something that pleases you, whether it be IcyHot or something else of your choice? Please?
• What you, Miss Shell, might get out of it
  
  So much for what I want. Now, let's see if we can figure out what you might get out of this.
  
  Of course, it would further establish your reputation as a kind, experienced domme who is generous in her play. This doesn't count for much, because nearly everybody on the planet already believes this, but there may be a few extraterrestrials who haven't gotten the word yet.
  
  You hinted at your play with IcyHot in the past. May I assume you enjoyed it? Because if you did, I would be happy to be the canvas on which you paint your art with IcyHot.
  
  And, of course, you by now know the likely effect this will have on me emotionally. You said you felt like a potter, molding me. May I please be your clay again, to be fashioned into beautiful ceramics through your work?
• A good-will gesture
  
  I don't know quite what to offer here, since you've been so generous with me. Perhaps a promise to have materials available (IcyHot, condoms, clothespins, etc.) immediately. Perhaps a promise to be punctilious about using a safeword at the slightest sign of distress? Perhaps a promise to write a description of the experience for you, telling you the good effects on me? Or perhaps you would care to suggest a good-will gesture on my part that would be meaningful to you?

Still naked, spread, and kneeling, I bow my head to the floor. I know your decision will be just and kind, and that you will know better what I need than I do myself. I trust you to decide the right way to answer this begging.

*looks toward Della* Oh, and Della: Would you mind passing on to Pinky that any substitution of ointments with something to turn me blue would not be well received? You'd be messing with Miss Shell here, not just me.

I mean, you can tint my id all you want; that's just good sporting fun for everybody. He saw he was purple, and went out to a club for slam-dancing -- which, when you're made of stone, is considerably more fun. But if I turn blue -- even a part of me -- then Pinky and I are going to have a short and exciting conversation.

On the other hand, if she wants to mess with id, well... she has my permission and my blessing. :)

Well, this was a very interesting and at times, very amusing post. *smile*

First....Id, darling.....*eyebrow raises and my arms cross over my breasts*.....unless you wish to get on my bad side, I ask that you do not interrupt the boy again, when he is begging something of me. *My eyes pierce into the very core of your soul* *After several long minutes.........I smile softly*

***

Now, Frodo.....let's look at it from this way, shall we?

Think about this for a moment........
You are tied up, in a standing position.....you are spread wide for me....and at my mercy. I pick up a container of Icy Hot and put a drop on my finger about the size of..... this...



Then I would squat...or better yet.....rest my knees on the floor in front of your secure body. And then.....I would press my finger near your balls, on your shaft, on the underneath side, and slowly drag my finger stopping just before my finger touched the head......I would listen as, at first you would moan from pleasure at the soft touch. Then, moments later, I would repeat the motion, in the same spot.....and it would be at that moment that you would begin to feel the intense warmth of the Icy Hot. You would try and squirm......but I am good with securing my.........prey........................I would continue to trace that one spot.......until you began to beg me to stop........



When I could tell that you were close to using a safe word......I would reach my other hand up and I would begin to stroke your cock.....oh yes, the Icy Hot would continue to....shall we say...burn......but the stroking from my soft fingers would have your mind twisted...... pain...pleasure...pain...pleasure.......and there...in the midst of this debate going on......you would begin to yell out words, begging for me to let you cum..................the question at that point is....................would I let you?

So..................now that you have that to think about..........................would you like to try begging me again? *My eyes look deeply into your soul................touching areas, not touched by me before............and..........................I smile softly*

[DellaRoss]

*looks over at froodly and his id, laughs* why am i not allowed to restart you Della?

B/c I do not need to be restarted and you would take far too much enjoyment from hitting me.

*POUTS* but i never get to play with anyone.

And you have not cleaned up your experiments yet so leave froodly and his id alone and GO DO THAT

*walks away sulking* you two are no fun

Anyway Froodly, the pink monster is really unlikelt ot mess with anything. she just likes switching labels on the jars of unusual things. like the serious cream or the gel I have that is suppsoed ot calm dogs. so Your icyhot/ tigar balm/ whatever is safe

[froodly2005]

First....Id, darling.....*eyebrow raises and my arms cross over my breasts*.....unless you wish to get on my bad side, I ask that you do not interrupt the boy again, when he is begging something of me. *My eyes pierce into the very core of your soul* *After several long minutes.........I smile softly*

Please permit me to apologize on id's behalf, Miss Shell. Rudeness of that sort is... well, it's sort of his job. He's just a rambunctious little... well, monster. Just at the moment, he's got a few singe marks around the ears from That Raised Eyebrow. I think he's down in the engine room, hiding under the whoosiwatsis, or maybe behind the frammistamper. He'll be by to deliver his own apology later... even if I have to use polyester socks.

Think about this[/red] for a moment........

...thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink...

You are tied up, in a standing position.....you are spread wide for me....and at my mercy. I pick up a container of Icy Hot and put a drop on my finger about the size of..... this...



Then I would squat...or better yet.....rest my knees on the floor in front of your secure body. And then.....I would press my finger near your balls, on your shaft, on the underneath side, and slowly drag my finger stopping just before my finger touched the head......I would listen as, at first you would moan from pleasure at the soft touch. Then, moments later, I would repeat the motion, in the same spot.....and it would be at that moment that you would begin to feel the intense warmth of the Icy Hot. You would try and squirm......but I am good with securing my.........prey........................I would continue to trace that one spot.......until you began to beg me to stop........

[...image: woman stroking underside of dripping cock with 1 finger...]

When I could tell that you were close to using a safe word......I would reach my other hand up and I would begin to stroke your cock.....oh yes, the Icy Hot would continue to....shall we say...burn......but the stroking from my soft fingers would have your mind twisted...... pain...pleasure...pain...pleasure.......and there...in the midst of this debate going on......you would begin to yell out words, begging for me to let you cum..................the question at that point is....................would I let you?

The other question is whether I would even be capable of coherent speech at that point! So horny, so in pain... about the only thing you might hear would be "Gleeeaaaarrrggghhh!!!" I wouldn't know what to do in response to that either. :)

But I do know we can both rely on your sense of empathy to do whatever is the caring thing, and whatever I can take.

Arrrgggghhh... that sounds so lovely!

The only thing I would want to change would be the image of you kneeling or squatting. It would make me feel awkward if you were uncomfotable like that. So, perhaps a small, comfortable stool for you to sit on? So you'll be comfortable doing this for a loooong time? Please? It would be a shame if you had to hurry because you were less than completely comfortable.

So..................now that you have that to think about..........................would you like to try begging me again? *My eyes look deeply into your soul................touching areas, not touched by me before............and..........................I smile softly*

Oh, good heavens, yes! (You could have just said "Do it again", but now I'm desperate to beg you!)

*naked, kneeling, and spread as described above*

Oh, Miss Shell, please, please, please can we do that? I absolutely love the image you painted, and it would be a joy for me to be able to please you by being the "prey" in your fantasy. It would so help me to overcome my fears if I knew I was pleasing you in the process, and so it makes me eager to do this your way in order to please you.

I'm not sure how I would react when stroking began to transfer the Icy Hot from the bottom side to the top side of my cock, because that's where the sensitive dorsal nerve is. But you've helped me through processing painful things before... would you please help me with this? My inner masochist is so needy right now, I crave to have you guide and instruct me.

Even more, I crave the idea that by learning this from you I might please you. Please, Miss Shell, may I please you by submitting this way?

[froodly2005]

Anyway Froodly, the pink monster is really unlikelt ot mess with anything. she just likes switching labels on the jars of unusual things. like the serious cream or the gel I have that is suppsoed ot calm dogs. so Your icyhot/ tigar balm/ whatever is safe

She sounds lovely. Maybe you could send her to pry id loose form whatever hiding place he's in.

Serious cream? Dog-calming gel? That's pretty surreal... and I respect surreal!

[froodly2005]

An Ice-Water Injection Adventure

Miss Shell has been discussing with me how to try again at ice sounding. We're probably going to go with slightly thicker ice sounds, frozen in sterile surgical tubing. But in the meantime, we're tryhing something a bit simpler: ice water injection.

The idea is to start with some sterile ice. The tool is a sterile syringe (no needle, of course) like this one, used for squirting medicine into the mouth of an infant ("Hey, kid -- ya feel sick? Here, lemme squirt some foul-tasting goop inta yer mouth, so you'll be convinced for your whole life that doctors are no damn good." -- seen that happen a couple times...):


Miss Shell set the following protocol:

• Put the sterile ice and sterile syringe into a sterile bowl.
• While waiting for it to melt: every 2 minutes, do 4 ball slaps and an edge.
• When there's ice water, inject a small amount and appreciate the cold for a few minutes.
• Then clear out the ice water, and report on the sensations. If it's especially good, we might do it again more elaborately; otherwise, it's a prelude to ice sounds.

Of course, ball swats and edging while one waits means that waiting is very pleasant indeed! I had to wait 12 minutes to get 10ml of ice water melted, so that's 24 ball swats and 6 edges. Due to previous tasks throughout the day, I had to take some time to build up to the first edge, so I did that before the waiting period began and thus could do the required edges in time.

I kept the syringe in the ice after filling it, so it was ice-cold when I was ready to use it a few seconds later. First, I tried injecting just a small amount of water: maybe 1ml. It was cold, but not especially so. Then I tried going up to 5ml, and that was a bit colder. Still, the capacity of the urethra is considerably more, so eventually I went up to the full 10ml in the syringe.

It was interesting, but... there came a moment of slapstick comedy. As I let go the tip of my cock for a moment while putting the syringe back in the ice, all the ice water came spraying out of me! The penis has a billion years of evolution as an output device. As an input device, not so much. So the internal pressure in a penis, particularly an erect one, is pretty good at ejecting fluid.

Well, all right. Froodly is clumsy. We know this. Let's just make allowances for it and try again. Of course, we have to wait for more ice to melt to get more ice water... and that means more ball swats and more edging! As failures go, this was quite pleasant.

10 minutes, 20 ball swats, and 5 edges later there was ice water available. This time, even though horny and tired, I paid a bit closer attention. Inserting the tip a bit deeper, I sloooowly injected 10ml of ice water into my cock. I held the tip of my cock in my left hand, and when the injection was complete I pinched it shut and withdrew the injector.

Now, there were some peculiar sensations:

• First, of course, was the cold. It was there, but surprisingly minor. The ice was a lot colder feeling, because it takes extra heat sucked out of my body to melt the ice, converting it to ice water. Here, we just started with ice water in the first place. This was a pleasant chill reaching all the way back to my perinium.
• Second, the consequences of being sexually excited. In me, that amounts to occasional contractions of the PC muscle. Can you see what happens?

  Spoiler: show

  Contracting the PC muscle drives the cold water back up into the penis shaft. So every time I twitched thinking a sexual thought, there was a bolt of cold that went up my cock, from the inside.

• Third, attempting to stroke. Of course I couldn't actually stroke, because my left hand had to keep my slit pinched shut. But I could squeeze & pinch my cock head a bit, which is usually quite pleasant. Can you see what happens?

  Spoiler: show

  Squeezing near the top forces the cold water back down the penis shaft. So every time I pinched the head or squeezed the shaft of my cock, there was a bolt of cold that went down my cock, headed inside. Combined with PC muscle contractions, the cold could be moved around quite precisely.

• Fourth, clearing the ice water. I kept it in for 4 minutes, since Miss Shell is fond of the number 4. Actually, after 2 or 3 minutes, the cold was pretty much gone. Upon letting go, the water spurted out quickly, meaning it stayed in the urethra and did not enter the bladder. Clearing the urethra by peeing a bit was slightly interesting too, since warm fluid contrasted a bit with a slightly colder urethral wall. But it was quite gentle.

Summary: It was easy, safe, and pleasant. It was not painful at all, just the odd and rather pleasant feeling of a bolus of cold moving about within me. The highlight was that it makes me want to do the ice sounding again. And, of course, the ball swats and edges... I love those dearly.

Thank you, Miss Shell.

[DellaRoss]

Anyway Froodly, the pink monster is really unlikelt ot mess with anything. she just likes switching labels on the jars of unusual things. like the serious cream or the gel I have that is suppsoed ot calm dogs. so Your icyhot/ tigar balm/ whatever is safe

She sounds lovely. Maybe you could send her to pry id loose form whatever hiding place he's in.

Serious cream? Dog-calming gel? That's pretty surreal... and I respect surreal!

*Tries to sneak off to look for id*


*Grabs the monster* i still see parts of the last poor soul you got your hands on. No playing with id until i no longer see patches of skin everywhere

*Rolls eyes at the two of them* the dog calming gel you can buy at most pet stores. the Serious cream is becasue i have this nasty habit of getting the giggles. i have a few all natural rememedies for...... well for everything thanks to Ivy.

I should go separate those two

Della

[Banquo]

Another busy thread that I need to catch up on *chuckles* Looks like everyone is having a good time!

Summary: It was easy, safe, and pleasant. It was not painful at all, just the odd and rather pleasant feeling of a bolus of cold moving about within me. The highlight was that it makes me want to do the ice sounding again. And, of course, the ball swats and edges... I love those dearly.

*grins* well done Froodly, I am sure Mistress will be proud of you!

*Tries to sneak off to look for id*


*Grabs the monster* i still see parts of the last poor soul you got your hands on. No playing with id until i no longer see patches of skin everywhere

*Rolls eyes at the two of them* the dog calming gel you can buy at most pet stores. the Serious cream is becasue i have this nasty habit of getting the giggles. i have a few all natural rememedies for...... well for everything thanks to Ivy.

I should go separate those two

Della

Hun what has Pinky done to poor id? I heard a rumour from Saxon that he has fled to Clevland *chuckles*

Banquo

[shell]

For Frodo

Frodo wrote:
Please permit me to apologize on id's behalf, Miss Shell. Rudeness of that sort is... well, it's sort of his job. He's just a rambunctious little... well, monster. Just at the moment, he's got a few singe marks around the ears from That Raised Eyebrow. I think he's down in the engine room, hiding under the whoosiwatsis, or maybe behind the frammistamper. He'll be by to deliver his own apology later... even if I have to use polyester socks.

*grin* Apology accepted....*looks for imp sized shackles......*

Frodo wrote
The only thing I would want to change would be the image of you kneeling or squatting. It would make me feel awkward if you were uncomfotable like that. So, perhaps a small, comfortable stool for you to sit on? So you'll be comfortable doing this for a loooong time? Please? It would be a shame if you had to hurry because you were less than completely comfortable.

Oh, you needn't worry about my knees...I have these really thick pillows that feels as if I am resting on a cloud, that I use when I kneel for my pleasure. *grin* But thank you for the concern. *warm smile*

Oh, good heavens, yes! (You could have just said "Do it again", but now I'm desperate to beg you!)

*naked, kneeling, and spread as described above*

Frodo wrote:
Oh, Miss Shell, please, please, please can we do that? I absolutely love the image you painted, and it would be a joy for me to be able to please you by being the "prey" in your fantasy. It would so help me to overcome my fears if I knew I was pleasing you in the process, and so it makes me eager to do this your way in order to please you.

I'm not sure how I would react when stroking began to transfer the Icy Hot from the bottom side to the top side of my cock, because that's where the sensitive dorsal nerve is. But you've helped me through processing painful things before... would you please help me with this? My inner masochist is so needy right now, I crave to have you guide and instruct me.

Even more, I crave the idea that by learning this from you I might please you. Please, Miss Shell, may I please you by submitting this way?

That was very lovely begging boy.....very pleasing.
So, please have at your ready....a container of Icy Hot and a pair or two of latex or vinyl gloves. And then, be a good boy and beg me again. *wicked smile with eyes twinkling*

***********

An Ice-Water Injection Adventure

I had to chuckle, when I thought you were doing the ice sounding on Tuesday night and found that you had done this task instead. I am not upset.....and honestly preferred it this way, so I actually got what I want....you planned that, didn't you? *giggle*

I enjoyed reading down through your experience. I smiled when you discovered that you had to do something in order to keep the water from coming back out.....that really did make me smile....thinking about you....sitting there.....and all of a sudden.....your hard work came rushing out. *giggle* PERFECT!!! *big smile*

Both of these comments...

Contracting the PC muscle drives the cold water back up into the penis shaft. So every time I twitched thinking a sexual thought, there was a bolt of cold that went up my cock, from the inside.

Squeezing near the top forces the cold water back down the penis shaft. So every time I pinched the head or squeezed the shaft of my cock, there was a bolt of cold that went down my cock, headed inside. Combined with PC muscle contractions, the cold could be moved around quite precisely.

...excited the hell out of me........*moans softly*

This was perfect......all of it....you did great Frodo......you have pleased me very much! Thank you for being such a good boy!! *warm smile as I touch your cheek with my lips*

[DellaRoss]

Hun what has Pinky done to poor id? I heard a rumour from Saxon that he has fled to Clevland *chuckles*

No using the S word around me. it is not fair........ I think I need go to lay down now.

*GIGGLES* I did nothing. Ivy had me tied up all night for something she Claimed I did. Maybe it was the idea of Shell looking for shackles that scared id off.

Li_______

*Steals the Keyboard* Um, No You are not allowed to tell them your name. jsut leave it at

The "Pink Monster"

[froodly2005]

*grin* Apology accepted....*looks for imp sized shackles......*

Oh, I've got a pair of id-suitable shackles right here that you can borrow if you want. I've been living with id my whole life, after all. A pair of polyester socks work pretty well too. And I have a whole drawerful of those.

But I don't think he'll be bothering you for a while. After he crawled out from under the frammistamper down there in the engine room, he wanted to put some cream on those Eyebrow burns. Alas, he picked up the tube of Miss Pinky's Gargoyle Polish, the one that turns things blue.

And the result.... let's just say he's a fan of Deep Purple now. He tried to play Ritchie Blackmore's "Possum Goes to Prague", but... stubby stone fingers with claws should not attempt gut-strung guitar.

He's more embarassed than hurt. Maybe I should ask Della for some of that dog-calming gel? (Another entry on the disturbingly long list of Things I Did Not Know Really Existed.)