KinkyDomina

I go to the kitchen and look in the freezer. Yes, there are some ice cubes left from the party last week. I collect half a dozen cubes and place them in a cup, then I go check on my prisoner. He is still in dream world. Time to wake him up! I open his mouth by sticking a finger inside (if the bastard accidentally bites me, he will suffer even more), then I slide an ice cube inside. He instantly starts chewing on the cube. The other few cubes are placed in his handkerchief and wrapped tightly around his balls. I tie the handkerchief with some rope and wait for the reaction. He spits the icecube out and tries to mumble something.
“What are you saying, my boy?”
“Cold…. please….”
“Say what? You are not cold enough??? Ok we can solve that. Stand up, you idiot!” He eventually collects his limbs from the floor and I pull him by the hair towards the bathroom. I turn on the cold water faucet and point the shower head at him. As the cold water runs all over his body, he starts shivering more and more and he finally seems to be regaining his conscience.
“Mistres…”
“Did I ask you to speak?”
“No, Mrs Christine…”
“Then why are you speaking to me???”
I look at his cock. It is so small, snail- like. I knew white men are not so… gifted, but this one is really tiny. The perspective of not having a nice thick cock to have fun with instantly makes me angry and I kick his balls with my foot.
“Ouch!”
“What was that, boy?”
“It hurts, Mistress!”
“I know. This is for being a small-dicked, up to no good bastard. Say THANK YOU!”
“Thank you, Mistress!”
“Good boy! Now get your ass in the living room! I want to have some fun!”
I make him sit in front of me as I linger in my arm chair and I start to rub his cock with my ice-cold hand. Obviously, he is acheiving a hardon.
“Now you finally have a boner!”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Who allowed u to speak?”
I grab his balls and squeeze tight until I see his face becoming red. He does not dare speak. Good. This means he is finally learning to behave. He is still so hard. I order him to give me a condom. Of course he has a dozen condoms tucked in his luggage. Stupid cunt, he thought he would get laid!!!
I make him put the condom on his hard dick. He thinks he is finally getting some… I see him smile, all his teeth shining. Grrrrr! I make him lay on his back and I start massaging his balls.. with my heel. I am careful not to touch the cock and break the condom. After noticing that his balls have turned purple, I put my foot aside and tell him to remove my boot. He does so carefully.
“All this playing with you has made my feet sweat. They need cleaning. So start licking, slave!”

TO BE CONTINUED

A policeman driving a police car stops by at a gas station. He gets out of the car, but he forgets his car keys inside and the door is now locked. He doesn’t know how to open the door with no keys, so he asks the gas station employee. The employee advises him to try and reach inside through the car window, which was a bit lowered, by using a thread of wire.
After a while, a passer by notices the scene and starts laughing at it. The employess asks:
“Why are you laughing, man?”
“Well, there is a policeman in the gas station parking trying to open the door of his car with a thread of wire.”
“And what’s so funny about this?” the bedazzled gas station employee replies.

“Nothing wrong about it. Except for the fact that there is another policeman inside the car, guiding him throughout this process.”