Ice Bucket Challenge

When he received the email from his mistress he thought he knew what it contained from the subject line alone. He was wrong.

“Tomorrow morning when you awake take a tray of ice cubes from the freezer and tip them all into an ice bucket. Top it up with water until it is nearly full. Then immerse your cock and balls into the water for as long as you can. Use a stopwatch to measure how long that is and send me a message to let me know immediately.”

He shivered as he read the email, whether in fear or anticipation he didn’t even know himself.

The next morning he got out of bed reluctantly and went down to the kitchen not bothering to put clothes on. He took a tray of ice cubes out of the freezer and tipped them clattering into the ice bucket. Automatically he refilled the tray and returned it to the freezer. He topped up the ice bucket under the tap and then stood holding it awkwardly.

He was horribly aware of his cock, now unbelievably erect, as he contemplated the cold. He attempted to dip the tip of his erection into the water as he held the bucket. He drew back quickly. It was cold!
Finally he placed the ice bucket on a kitchen stool and with his eyes on the second-hand on the clock leaned over it and plunged his cock in. When the water reached his balls he recoiled and pulled out shivering. That was two second surely, maybe even three.

He sent his mistress his reply before heading off for a thankfully warm shower and starting his day.

Her reply arrived that evening. Praising his obedience and demanding a repeat the following day with one small change; the length of time specified precisely for him.

The next morning he stood naked leaning over the full ice bucket his eyes fixed on the clock. He leaned in, immersing his cock into the cold water, biting his lip as he counted the seconds. One, two, three, the shock of the cold made him gasp. Four, five, six, the cold seeped into him. Seven, eight, he withdrew swiftly and gratefully.

When he saw that his Domme had replied to his message of compliance he hesitated before opening it. When he saw how long the next days immersion was to be he wondered if he could endure.

The erection that stirred as he woke seemed a horribly irony as he prepared the ice bucket which was to torture his flesh. He whimpered as he plunged his cock and balls into the icy liquid.
“Mistress” he sobbed softly as thirty long seconds ticked by. His suffering was her delight.

The next message from his Domme added a new dimension to the challenge. He was to phone his mistress so that she could listen in to his morning awakening.

He prepared the icy water as usual before calling.
“Good morning ma’am”.
“Good morning”, she smiled.
“I’m ready” he murmured quietly.
“Then go ahead”.
The cold was no less shocking than before and he was hardly aware of the soft moan he let out. What he heard however was the soft purr of his mistress’ delight.
Her cooing “Good boy” held him still in the midst of his distress, and buoyed him up.
When she softly whispered after an unmeasurable time “that’s enough” he was almost reluctant for the moment to end.

He hadn’t expected another message but to his terror and delight one was waiting when he arrived home. He was to repeat his challenge one last time, again with his Domme on the phone while he did so. He wondered what evil she had planned, how long would she torture him for tomorrow?
His hands were shaking slightly as he tipped the ice cubes out of their tray. He refilled it with a slight sense of regret that this was the end of his challenge. He added the cold water and put the ice bucket on its stool before phoning his Domme.

At her command he lowered his cock into the water, leaning forward until his balls were immersed also. This last time he wanted her to be pleased with his suffering, to take exactly what she demanded from him.
His murmurs of “Mistress” were almost incoherent as the chill bit into him.
“Now take an ice cube in your hand”, the new instruction startled him.
“Yes, Mistress”.
He did as he was bidden. At her command he trailed it over his naked chest, rolling it over his nipples, leaving a trail of water across his flesh as it melted.
“Now push it into your ass”, she commanded, “let it cool you from the inside”.
“Mistress” he moaned. Was that acquiescence or a plea for mercy? He didn’t know.
“Now”.
That word, that insistence and he pushed what remained of the cube inside him.
The cold was everywhere, inside, outside. But his mistress warmed him with her approval, her encouragement and her delight.

Then, finally, she released him from the cold, his challenge completed at last.

Author: Caitlin

Geeky, kinky and poly. Discovering my Domme side. Sometimes NSFW and 18+.

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