Date: Sun, 06 Feb 2005 13:38:15 +0000 From: AnneMarie Smith Subject: Story "Melting the Ice" I thought someone had been on my computer as it had been wrongly shut down, but who my wife always closes the machine down as per my instructions so I never suspected it had been her. As doing anything in the future to my instruction Jean had other ideas, but that jumping too far ahead and a little too premature. So in the end I just put it down to my machine having a bad day. Nothing out of the normal happened, my wife was her usual self, life carried on totally as normal. If there had been anything a little different, I doubt I would have noticed, if I am really honest, my mind was on the coming Friday night. Jean was going to have a girl's night out, and I expected she and I would be enjoying ourselves for several hours. Jean dancing and drinking me cross dressing and a session of self- restraint. For some time I have practiced freezing a set of release keys in different thickness of ice blocks depending on how long I wanted to be restrained. I am quietly proud of the fact I could time my release to give or take 5 minuets by the careful choice of ice block. To add to this method, and to make sure I didn't weaken and simply warm up the ice blocks on a radiator and gain an early release, I fastened the keys to a 2 meters length of strong elastic before freezing them. I leave a loop of elastic sticking out of the water. This I use to fasten the ice and keys to a hook under the bookshelf I have high on the wall over my computer desk. Once I am seated and secure in my computer chair, it is impossible for me to reach these keys till the ice melts. I place my plastic waste bin under the dripping ice block to catch the water, as the ice melts the keys slowly lower till I can just reach them, and release my self. This is a simple but very effective form of self-restraint. Once I am committed, I have committed my self, so I have to wait for the ice to melt before I can gain my freedom. This, I feel is as close as I can get to total bondage, with out involving my wife. Jean is no prude but I am sure she would be upset and shocked if I asked her to join in, how wrong I was. This method is final, rather than just placing the keys somewhere difficult but reachable at anytime during my evening. With this method once I have secured my self, I have to wait for the allotted time and watch the steady drips, until I can free myself. As an extra excitement, no matter how remote, with this method there is always the possibility of Jean coming home early or arriving home before the ice melts, and thus, getting caught. This adds another, if somewhat remote, layer of excitement and anticipation to any session. I can't claim to have invented this method of restraint but have adopted it from others stories. Some of these stories, I had, foolishly or in over confidence, saved on my computer. My adaptation was to colour code the elastic for the length of time it took a particular block of ice to melt. Blue for two hours, red for three and so on. In my arrogance, I never imagined Jean would ever be interested enough in the workings of computers, or ever have enough IT skills to find the stories or my thoughts. Little by little, jean had been taking an interest in how to use the computer. I had explained how to look up items on sites like Ebay etc. Without realising, over these months I had trained my wife with enough skills and given her the ability to find me out. In preparation for, Friday, on Tuesday, I froze a three-hour block of ice with a set of release keys. I had opened all my locks before I frozen the keys so I knew the keys in the ice fitted my locks. I took pride in my thorough preparation. On Tuesday it was definitely a red block I used, after all the careful preparation and anticipation, is all part of the excitement. For the coming Friday night, I chose a three-hour block. Planning on Jean going out at 08-00pm. If I allowed two hours for, getting ready, and setting up, I would, on the stroke of ten, snapping the last lock closed thus finalising my restraints. By 01-00 to 01-30 at the absolute latest, the ice would have melted and I would be free and still have plenty of time to tidy up before Jean arrived home, usually just after 02-00am. I wanted to run it close to add to my excitement, but I had absolute confidence I would be free. In some dark corner of my mind I had imagined what it would be like, if I could not get free. This was another reason I tried to run my release close, if things went wrong I didn't want to wait around panicking for hours to be caught. In truth, I never expected to be found out, that is why I am so thorough with my preparations. But something going wrong was a nice dark fantasy I all the same. The problem is with an outside chance, there is always a slim probability it happens. Like, every week someone wins the lottery and that's 16 million to one. No matter how remote, I should have expected my luck to run out one day. If I had given getting caught, any thought, which I didn't, it never entered my head, this Friday would be my unlucky night. At five to eight I dropped Jean off at the pub where she would meet her friends and drove home. At twenty-five minuets past eight I took my frozen key block out of the freezer in the garage and put it into the kitchen fridge ice try. I don't want to set the ice melting till the very last minuet, I want to experience the maximum time restrained. Turning on my computer, I went up stairs to get ready. I keep my body free of hair and during my shower earlier in the evening I had made sure I was, apart from my head, totally hair free and wonderfully smooth. After undressing, my first task is always the same, I lubricated and inserted my vibrating butt plug. Even though this is a little uncomfortable to start with I Know the pleasure will increase with in a short time. When I turn on the vibration just before I close the last lock, eventually it will drive me wild. I also knew before my release it would loose its charm and become a real demanding tormentor. This would have to be put up with as I had to keep it in place till I was free and able to be rid of the thing. Usually, when I took out my butt plug, after a session, I vowed never to use it again, the pain / pleasure drove me to distraction. Of course, in reality, the next time I dressed I knew it would be snugly embedded deep in me. After the plug, I paint my finger and toenails, of course two coats and the fact I have to wait ten minuets between coats adds to the tension. The next part of the ritual, is where the real pain / pleasure will come from. When the nail varnish is dry, I attached two sticky pads for the ten's machine to my testecals. When, later just before I close the last lock, I turn this machine on, the crashing pain is so excruciatingly erotic, it is as close to a forty-minuet orgasm ( that is the length of the ten's machine cycle, before it turns its self off), as I think it is possible for a man to experience. After the pads are in place, I pull on some black thong knickers, taking care, and tucking my male clitty well back between my legs. I always pull these knickers up very firmly. The thin crotch piece forces the collar on the butt plug deeper in to my bottom and holds it very secure. The next part of dressing, involves the careful process of putting on some barely black support tights. I like stockings, but when I am restrained the extra pressure of the support tights, I feel, adds to the overall experience. After these are in place to my satisfaction, as with the knickers, the tights are pulled up as far as possible. I now take a few moments to admire my reflection in the bedroom mirror before proceeding with dressing. Every second I prolong the final clicking of the lock increases my excitement. Next, I pulled on a black very stretchy, supporting body shaper. The pressure is now exquisite, I have to take several deep breaths to settle myself down. In the past, in my headlong rush to dress I have suffered from premature ejaculation, this ruins the evening. I am determined it will not happen tonight, after all look at the planning that would have been wasted. If I cum after I have restrained my self, then I can't back out, but if this happens before I am securely fastened to my chair, I know my nerve will fail and I won't click the last lock in place. After the wave of passion passes, I carry on dressing with a 42 C cup long line bra. In to the bra cups, I place in Jean's breast enhancers to improve my shape. Finally, to finish of, I wear a green patterned skirt and a turquoise top. My dressing for the night is complete, I spend several minuets admiring my reflection. I walk about the house to gain full benefit of being dressed. After all in a few moments I will be immobile for three hours. After about ten minuets, I spray on a good perfume, apply some lipstick and go down stairs. I drink two large glasses of water, not because I am thirsty, but I love the increasing pressure of wanting to pee that will build before the ice melts, a will have to wait to empty my bladder, this pressure increases the strength of my errection and emphasises my restrained impotent position. In about two and a half hours that water will be demanding to be released, and I will need to keep up my pelvic pressure to keep it from escaping and making a mess. The thought of how hard I will need to work, I will have to clench my buttocks constantly to stop from wetting my self. By then the butt plug will take on new dimensions, I will be wishing it was out by then, but the pelvic clenching will definitely increase my torment. Before I get the ice block from the fridge, I place my mobile phone just in reach on the computer table, have a quick final check, to make sure I have not forgotten anything, and then get the ice. As I hang up my ice-encapsulated keys, and place the bowl underneath to catch the drips, my anticipation and excitements, like a living thing, starts to spiral upwards. I gently lower myself on to the office chair in front of my waiting computer, this causes a sharp stab of pain. My weight on the butt plug forces it deeper in to my body. To help the pain subside, I can't help rocking slowly back and forth, the sensation is enchanting. For the second time, I have to fight to control my fast approaching organism. My penis wants release, but in the end, my mind wins out and the waves of lust subside. Quickly, before my nerve or anything else distracts me I finish off my bondage. Firstly I close the two brass locks securing the ankle straps around my legs. These restraints are joined by about 600mm of strong chain. The chain is passed behind, and looped round the centre swivel of my chair. I can move my legs, but I can't stand or pass the chain over the base of the chair, there simply is not enough length of chain. Next I pass a length of chain round my waist and the back of my chair this is fastened by another lock. My back is held upright and firmly against the chair. Now I cant stand or get out of the chair. Around each wrist I fasted my leather bracelets. These are 75mm wide and are secured by three straps and buckles. They are soft and comfortable but very substantial, and are impossible to break. The straps fasten the cuffs to my wrists, each cuff has two heavy stainless steel "D rings " fitted. Now I am approaching my moment of truth. Up till now I have not passed the point of no return, I am one lock away from total bondage. My final piece of chain and the last lock are by my keyboard, in a moment I will be restrained till the ice melts and my keys hang down allowing me to free my-self. At this point my fear rises, once this last lock is fastened, I am committed. I am sure my wife will be many hours, so I am strong and determined not to back out. Many times in the past, my nerve has failed, but not tonight, I quickly pass the chain through the arms of my computer chair then the "D" rings and with no hesitation click the last lock closed. It was then I realised I had not turned on either the ten's machine or the vibrator in the butt plug. In my haste I had cheated my self of two additional sensations. As there was nothing I could do now, I sadly, stopped worrying about it. For a second panic rises in me, but as I struggled to try and get free from the locks, my squirming inevitably causes the butt plug to reassert it's pressure, not surprisingly, the passion out weighs the fear. After a few seconds I know I can't get free so I sit back and enjoy myself. As if to reinforce this, the first droplet of water from the melting ice, plops into the waiting bowl. My release is on the way. In three hours I will be free, and this still allows me plenty of time to clear away before my wife arrives home. The time is now 9-56pm, I will be free by 01-00am, this I am absolutely sure. The panic vanished as quickly as it arrived, I reached for the mouse and clicked onto the Internet. The length of chain between my wrists is just enough to allow me to use my computer but not enough, given it passed through my chair arms to let me reach the buckles on my writs straps. Till the ice melts, for good or bad I am stopping in my chair. If I had taken more care when I hung up the ice block I would noticed it was a little light for a three-hour block, but I didn't, my mind was on other things, I never gave it a thought. It had the correct plastic bag, the correct colour elastic so it had to be a three-hour block. With a smile of anticipation I clicked onto the web browser, as I enjoyed my tour of the net I did however notice that the ice was melting quite fast and by eleven fifteen the keys were slowly lowering themselves. By 11 –45 all the ice had gone and I could free myself at any time. By now I needed the loo, the water I had drunk earlier was now asking, still quite politely, to be free, the butt plug was just starting be more annoying than exciting, so all in all, I thought I will take an early release. I shuffled myself about on the butt plug, this in turn pressured my prostrate and I had a slow lingering an organism. As the waves of my organism subsided, I felt more than a little drained. Funnily an orgasm induced by my butt plug last longer and is different than one brought about by physical rubbing, but once satisfied I needed to be free. My cum was leaking slowly between my legs and the need to pee was starting to be pressing. I shuffled my chair over reached up and pulled down the keys. This should have been the end of this story, except a small piece of plastic fell on to my desk, which I ignored, and none of the keys fitted the lock securing my wrists. Till this lock was open and my hands were free, none of the other locks could be released. With a rising panic I tried all the keys again and again, still, though, none opened the lock. Some how, I had mixed up the keys. Panic, fear, anger crashed in and out of my mind, but the word that would not go away was how. After about twenty minuets, I had calmed down sufficiently to start to rationalise what I could do, and how this mistake could have occurred. For the first time since I started to try and get free I looked at piece of plastic on my desk that had dropped there when the ice and keys had melted. Gently I tugged the now impotent elastic and turned the plastic over. This was a small piece of white plastic and written on it were seven words. I knew instantly it was Jean's handwriting, as I read this sentence again and again I jumped from panic to delight to feeling slightly sick. The sentence that would change my life read: - "See you much later, don't go anywhere." Given my current restrained position going anywhere was impossible, funnily enough, I was excited and fearful in equal amounts. Jean somehow knew about my desires / activities and had manipulated events so I was now totally at her mercy. Before I could contemplate my situation further my mobile burst into life.. When I stopped having an heart attack and looked at the window on the phone, the words "Jean calling" blinked at me. I touched the phone as if it was scalding hot, and when I pressed the answer button my mouth was so dry I could only grunt and not utter a word. For a few seconds, that felt like hours there was silence, then Jean's voice whispered in my ear. Given you have answered this on your mobile, can I assume you have had my little surprise. That was the understatement of the year, but all I could say was yes. Jeans laughter was a shock, and her next words were even worse. After tonight, SISSY, things are going to be very different, so don't expect me home too soon. Just before Jean hung up, she laughing said, have a nice time, and then the phone went dead. I tried to redial, but Jean had switched her phone off, for good or bad I would have to wait for Jean to come home and end my bondage. The next two hours passed in an unreal state on conscientiousness, I flipped between fear, fantasy and excitement. Jean knew about my deepest fantasies, bondage being only one of them, had she read all my saved stories, time would tell. I was, even in my state amazed, how Jean had kept up a normal front whilst planning my capture this, in it's self something astonishing. Apparently I had gravely underestimated my wife and know I was at her mercy. The need to pee had somehow evaporated as my thoughts grew and I tried to think how tonight would end. At about ten minuets to three I heard a car pull up and a few seconds alter, the back door opened. My computer is at the bottom of our the stairs, so as soon as Jean came into the kitchen I was in full view. Jean ignored me, locked the door and fussed the dog. Sitting bound and dressed watching my wife behave so normally nearly drove me mad, but being fearful of breaking the spell I said nothing. Jean went out of my view into the dinning room. I presumed she was hanging up her coat, when she next reappeared in my field of view, I just gasped. Jean had removed her coat and dress and was standing framed in the kitchen door wearing only an exquisitely matching set of, black bra, suspenders, knickers and stocking. Given my thoughts were on my own plans earlier in the evening, I never even notice Jean had dressed in such a sexy manner. Normally she will only wear tights when she goes out, despite me asking her repeatedly to wear stockings, until tonight she had always refused to do so. Without moving Jean smiled, saying, if you had been thinking about me earlier, you could have had this, instead you wanted to be restrained, well lets see what we can do to improve things for both of us. My mind was in a whirl, Jean gently cupped my face in her hand, then with out warning slapped me hard across the face, that's for keeping secrets. Before I could speak, Jean kissed me. I could taste the alcohol, but she was definitely not drunk. After a few moments Jean, facing me, straddled my knee, still kissing me she lowered herself onto my lap. Her extra weight forced the butt plug deeper into my body, this extra pressure finally overcame my clenching and caused a little urine to leak into my knickers. Jean noticed this, stopped kissing me but kept her face close to mine. She gently reached up, holding he cheeks so I had to stare into her eyes, she slowly empted the contents of her bladder into my lap. The hot liquid flowed between my legs soaking my skirt and underwear, for several minuets this wonderful sensation continued. The expression on Jeans face never altered, when she was finished, Jean slowly ground herself harder into my lap. Jean asked, was that better than you imagined SISSY. Before I could answer, Jean commented. For me I could take or leave it, personally, I can only think of the mess you will have to clean up. Next time you had better put down a plastic sheet. My heart leapt, Jean was already thinking of the next time. After a few more seconds, Jean climbed off my knee and slowly removed her wet knickers. She looked a little undecided, for a second then removed her stockings. I had, by now, passed all reasoning and was only there for the ride. My life had changed of that I had no doubts, but where it was going I had no idea. Jean again stroked my face, she played around my lips with the fingers of one hand whilst she vigorously masturbated herself with the other. Every few moments she swapped her hands over so I had a constant supply of Jean's love juices to clean up. On the third or fourth swap, jean erupted into a shattering orgasm. As her passion flowed, she forced her hand deeper into my waiting mouth. I felt like I would choke to death, but at that moment in time I didn't care. I just closed my eyes and tried to have an orgasm of my own. Before I had achieved this, Jean pulled out her hand and stuffed the urine soaked knickers into my mouth. These were quickly secured with the two nylon stocking. I was shocked and even more excited. As there was nothing I could do I just sat there, gently rocking on my butt plug trying desperately to achieve organism. Jean ignored me, turned and went into the kitchen, I could hear she was making a hot drink and when she came back into view, she had stripped completely naked. In one hand she carried a cup of coffee and in the other there was a block of ice with a red elastic loop sticking out. Jean hung up the new block, smiled and started to brush past me to go to bed. In doing so she noticed the controllers for the butt plug and the ten's machine. With out saying a word she turned both onto their maximum settings. This caused me to instant ally ejaculate and start urinating at the same time. Jean's last words as she went to bed were, clean up this mess properly, before you bring me my breakfast in the morning, then as her bedroom door closed she shouted down, goodnight SISSY. My three-hour block took nearly four and a half hours to melt, I normally allow for the central heating to be on, but given the late hour the lower temperatures in the hall delayed my release. In total I was restrained for almost ten hours, and in truth loved every minuet, at least once I was released. I did as Jean said and cleaned up every trace. What will happen when I take up breakfast, I have no idea.