*wry smile* You're making me beg over and over again just because you like it, aren't you? Or maybe you're giving me opportunity to practice begging? *laughs* Those are perfectly good reasons, I have to admit.shell wrote:That was very lovely begging boy.....very pleasing.Frodo wrote:
*naked, kneeling, and spread as described above* [...begs...]
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*
So... "once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more", as I believe is traditional to say at moments like this:
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Having checked that id is securely hiding under the frammistamper, I take an evening shower, brush my teeth, brush my hair, trim my beard, and attempt to become generally presentable for you. I kneel naked before you. I place 3 objects on the floor between us: a new and rather frighteningly large tube of IcyHot (purchased this afternoon), a new box of 150 pairs of nitrile gloves (just in case you want to do this over and over and over until I learn how to take it), and a bottle of dishwashing detergent. [*]
Still kneeling seiza, I again spread my knees as far as possible to emphasize my vulnerability and availability to you. You notice that I have partially shaved around my cock, balls, and perineum; you will have easy and complete access to my tender skin with IcyHot if you should approve this begging. I lock hands behind my neck again, spreading my elbows wide to emphasize vulnerability and availability, as always.
I look down at your feet, and whisper very, very softly:
I bow my head to the floor, wondering if I'm doing any of this right, and withdraw to await your decision. And any decision is right, given how well you understand me.Miss Shell, thank you for permitting me to beg again. While my skills at this art are negligible, I appreciate your generosity in permitting me to learn to beg. I am very happy to know that in begging I contribute in some way to your happiness.
Miss Shell, I beg you to help me overcome fear of IcyHot on my cock.
The word picture you painted was lovely, exciting, and compelling. But I could never do such a thing myself. I ask your guidance, instruction, and encouragement in learning to take this. Every single time you've asked me to do something difficult, the result has been good... sometimes nearly glorious. Please, would you show me that again?
I am deeply, achingly needy to be guided through your painful nurturing, to the place beyond pain where I can just... be. I crave to be emotionally healed this way. Please, would you help me that way?
Most importantly, very most importantly of all, you have hinted that you would enjoy guiding me and helping me in this way. You have in the past been a model of compassion and joy in helping me through pain. If that is the case, then I crave most desperately to add to your happiness by learning from you to take this. Please, would you permit me to contribute -- even in a tiny way -- to your happiness by learning about IcyHot from you?
*looks up at your eyes, still whispering* Please, Miss Shell? Please?
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[*] Wait... what? Dishwasing detergent? Yes, because IcyHot is a mixture of menthol (cold) and methyl salicylate (burn) in a lipid base (grease, basically). The point of the grease is to get it to stick to skin, and work its way in. If there's an emergency and I want it off there now, water won't work. Soap helps, but probably not enough. Research earlier this evening recommended dishwashing detergent, since it's good at cutting grease that makes food adhere to dishes. So as an emergency escape hatch, the dishwashing detergent might remove IcyHot in a hurry. It's a safety thing for me, but I also hope it helps you to feel comfortable and safe.



