Author's Note: I dedicate this to Mz Z who talked me into writing my stories.


She's tied spread eagle to the bed and I've already worked most of the way through a bowl of ice cubes tormenting her to no end. To this point it has been all giggles and chills taking one ice cube at a time running them up and down her arms and legs along with teasing her feet and nipples.

There are only four ice cubes in the bowl. They are soaking wet and shrinking fast. I had to come up with an idea for the limited life of those last ice cubes. I snatched up all four in my hand, placed them directly to the center of her chest, moving slowly to her left breast and back across to her right.

She began to really strain at her ropes, growling and moaning. I ran the handful of ice down across her stomach and around her belly button. Her head snapped up at her realization of where I was going next, stared right through me and grunted "you wouldn't dare". All I was thinking was, "but yes, I do dare".

I ran the ice on it's final trip down across her pussy and down to her ass. She really began to squirm and growled out "aw fuck you". At that two of the cubes got placed inside her pussy and the other two up her ass. I stretched my hand across both to hold the ice in as she squirmed, arched, screamed, cried and laughed all at the same time while telling me exactly what she thought of me at that moment.

A little time passed, the ice was gone and I began to warm her with your other hand. Not being able to wait any longer, I laid myself across her, then entered her. This is where I discovered just how cold it was for her. She was angry fucking me back as best as she could from her bindings, looking at me with absolute fire in her eyes and purred out, "you'll get your's mother fucker".

The next morning I was at the kitchen counter getting my coffee when I felt her hugging up to me from behind, running her hands up under my shirt and over my chest. Still behind me, she pulled my shirt up and off of me, ran her hands down my arms to my wrists, reached into her back pocket and handcuffed my arms behind my back so smoothly that I didn't see it coming. "OK, I guess were going to play."

Her fingers caressed the back of my neck and then she grabbed a hand full of hair, snapped my head back and calmly said, "payback's a bitch motherfucker" as she licked, then bit my earlobe. As of yet my back is still to her. She reached around me, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, put her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slid her hands down my legs, dropping my pants and underwear to the floor. Placing her foot between my legs standing on my pants, I hear, "step out of them".

I finally turned to face her and asked, "OK, you got me, now what"? She smiled, scraped her nails down the underside of my cock, reached around me, took my cup of coffee and said, "I'll think of something" then walked into the living room. There I stand, naked, cuffed and watching her walk away with my coffee, wondering what the Hell she's up to.

It didn't take long to discover what she had in mind. After she finished my cup of coffee, she called me to the bedroom. I knew I was in trouble when I saw our beach towels spread out over the bed and our leather ankle cuffs tied to either end of the head board of our king size bed.

She replaced the handcuffs that she placed on me in the kitchen with our locking leather cuffs and told me the steel ones were to catch me, the leather ones were to keep me, "now get on the bed". She locked my ankles in the cuffs stretching my legs apart while my arms are cuffed behind my back. I was going nowhere soon.

She took a small piece of clothes line and tied it tightly around the base of my cock leaving me harder than I have ever been in my life with absolutely no ability to cum when the time came. She teased my poor blocked cock with her tongue, slowly licking it like a popsicle and biting on it's throbbing head.

I sarcastically asked if this was actually supposed to be a punishment. She giggled and said, "oh yes, just wait". I didn't have to wait long until every fiber of my being was trying to cum, but everything stopped at that piece of clothes line. I was squirming and lurching, but she just bit down and stayed on it.

It felt like orgasm after orgasm slammed into that damned piece of clothes line and could go no further. This was a delicious Hell to be in. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, with her mouth still clamped down on me, she reached under and untied the piece of line that was holding back my release and drew hard on it to get every last drop of the cum.

She then slid up me, stared in my eyes and I could see that she still had a mouthful. She tapped on my lips with her finger. I kept my mouth tightly shut and nodded no. She just shrugged her shoulders, placed her hands on either side of my head and spit it in my eyes, then licked my lips.

As I lay there with my cum in my eyes, she tapped me on the face, giggled and said, "guess what, this day has only just begun," then left the room. About a half hour later she returned with a bowl of ice cubes purring out, "now the fun begins".