The Ice Queen Cometh

One early morning, I was cutting through the park and walked by this beautiful blonde with her dog. She was like a living work of art, the kind of woman that walked into a room and everyone, man or woman, would stop for a second and look at her.

She was perfectly dressed in a business suit, obviously walking her dog before she left for work. Her small dog clicked along, perfectly trained to stay with her. She had a regal bearing about her, and a perfect presence, even so early in the morning, and it gave me a feeling that she would not tolerate anything being out of place. I smiled at her, but she just gave me a rather frigid nod back that indicated that she wasn't interested in talking.

I was instantly drawn to her, the perfect ice queen, a beautiful puzzle worth my time. I immediately decided that she was the next woman that I wanted to spy on, or even better, find a way to get into her life, possibly even her bed. I knew I couldn't just follow her home, but I did sit down on a park bench and watched which way she left the little park.

The next morning I made sure that the crow was waiting down that little street, and watched just where she turned out of sight with her little dog. So by this method, it just took a couple of days to find her townhouse, and one foggy night the bird put the tiny little lenses in her bedroom and living room.

So, I started to watch her daily life inside her house. It was no surprise that inside her place was just as immaculate and beautiful as she was. But, I'm afraid that all this spying didn't really tell me all that much about her. She obviously lived alone, didn't go out much, didn't appear to date anyone. I did learn that she ran a couple of posh little clothing stores, which judging by the way she dressed and her really nice place, were very successful.

I very much wanted a way to get to know her, to solve the puzzle of the ice queen. What went on under that perfect blonde exterior? What would get her off? I was becoming more than a little obsessed as I watched her day after day. I wanted to talk to her, even if only to grovel at her feet. I decided one possible way would be to meet her in the park every morning, but to do that I would really need some reason to be hanging out there. And then I remembered that the old man that lives in the condo below me has an old dog. I am friendly with the guy, I stop in once in a while, have a beer and just shoot the breeze. So I asked him if I could borrow his dog, and take it for a walk every morning. I told him that I was thinking it would be a way for me to strike up a conversation with this beautiful woman. He happily agreed and just asked that I let him know how it went with her. He obviously wanted some juicy details.

So I started to walk the guy's dog every morning. I played it really cool in the park. I didn't go up to her, or purposefully direct the dog into her path, but after a few days we finally ran into each other, and I got to chat with her a bit. It didn't help much, but I did get that her name was Sophia and that her dog's name was Futsy. So at least we were on a first name basis now.

Finally, one night I'm watching her through the lenses and see her take a vibrator to bed, and even though all the action is under the covers, it is very hot watching her beautiful face. She takes a long time to unwind but finally I can see the passion start to build in her expression. She starts to moan, and as she gets hotter, and to my surprise, she starts to issue orders.

"MMMMM. That's a good boy, pump it in me. That's it, fuck me hard. Don't you dare come. You know what happens if you come too soon. I'll punish you. Your dick is mine."

She went on like this for a while, issuing orders, pumping herself with a vibrator and telling it that it was a "good boy". Her beautiful face was finally full of passion, her eyes half closed, mouth open, head back and her lovely long neck exposed, just begging for my kisses. God I wanted this woman bad. At last she came, in a really long lovely quiver.

So I'm thinking, that's it. She likes to be in control, the ice queen must command. It made complete sense. Now I desperately wanted to be her slave, anything for a shot at that gorgeous golden pussy. But how could I get her to choose me as her toy?

A few days later, we meet in the park again with the dogs. I try to be cool about it, but she knows how eager I am to talk to her. Then a break through, I mention that the dog I'm walking is not my dog, and I tell her I'm doing it to be nice to an old neighbor (I naturally thought the whole story would freak her out). She replies,

"That's very sweet of you"

"Well I don't mind, I like to get out, and I like doing something good"

"I wish someone would walk Futsy. The mornings are a pain."

"I would be happy to walk your dog for you."

"Why?"

"Because I would like to please you." I said it looking in her eyes, trying to look a little subservient, trying to give her a look that begged a little.

I must have said the right thing, in the right way, at the right time, because I was treated with her most dazzling smile. Traffic stopped, birds fell silent, children went quiet, the only thing in the world was me and this amazingly beautiful woman. There was a recognition in her eyes, a possibility had just popped into her head, and she looked me over carefully.

"OK. We can try that"

"Where do you live?"

And she gave me her address. Thank god in my happy delirium I didn't just blurt out that I knew exactly where she lived and even what her bedspread looked like.

So the next two weeks, I was there promptly at 7 every morning and took her dog for a walk. She would open the door hand me the leash, say "good morning", "thank you" and usually not much else. But knowing that she wanted to be in command, I knew not to push it. Then at last, one morning when I returned with her dog, I was invited in for coffee.

As we sipped coffee at her dining table, she said to me,

"I get the feeling that you would like to be more than my dog walker."

"Yes, I would very much like that."

"You should know that I'm not like most women. I like to be in control, you will have to do what I say, in exactly the way I say to do it"

"Sure. I was hoping that's how you were."

A wave of nervousness hit me, my hands started to shake, and I know I had this stupid smile on my face that I couldn't stop.

"You understand that you'll be my slave whenever we play"

"Yes."

"Have you served anyone before?"

"No, but it's been a major fantasy of mine." I was lying, but I would have said or done anything to get in bed with her.

"I'm not sure I believe you. Stand up and strip for me."

Her instruction caught me by surprise, but I was smart enough to know that this was my shot and I better do exactly what she said. So I stood before her as she sat watching me peel everything off. When I finished she smiled and said "Good boy".

She got up and slowly walked around me, sliding her hand delicately down my back, cupping my ass. It was like she was inspecting a car or a horse.

"Hmmm, you are a good looking man."

"Thank you."

"Call me mistress."

"Yes mistress."

"Keep your hands at your sides"

"Yes mistress"

Then she came round in front of me, slowly tossled my hair, stroked my face, and glided her hands across my chest. Then finally she cupped my balls and started stroking my half limp cock. She had a good touch, and I started to respond immediately. But once she got me good and hard, she stopped, and sat down again. She smiled, looked at me and said

"Mmmm. Nice face, good body, great cock. You could please me very much. Now jerk off for me"

I didn't hesitate. I started stroking fast, looking at her, getting her silent approval as I got hotter and hotter. She had that sweet royal smile on her face, obviously enjoying watching me perform for her. It didn't take long, a few minutes of jerking and I came all over her carpet.

She smiled, got up and patted my ass, and then kissed me so softly on the lips.

"Good job. Now clean up and go home."

"Yes mistress."

The next day, I stood there hot and ready, at exactly 7am, and found much to my disappointment that all I was going to get to do was walk the dog. Seeing how disappointed I was, she said

"Poor baby. Be good and I'll play with you soon."

It continued like this for the next few days, just walking the dog, spending only a few minutes with her at the door, begging for more with just my eyes. Finally one day I came back with the dog, to find her at the door in a very short silk robe. Her legs were so long and lovely, a perfect light tan, with shapely calves that led to incredible sweet thighs.

She immediately noticed me drooling over them, and smiled.

"I'm in the mood to play, go upstairs, strip, and get on my bed"

Of course I did exactly as I was told, and a few minutes later she joined me in bed, still wearing the robe. She started to kiss my softly, slowly. Finally she worked her tongue into my mouth. Her kisses were incredibly hot, and she took her time lingering over each one.

"I love kissing you, you have a nice soft mouth, most men don't know how to do that"

And so we just made out on her bed for the next ½ hour or so. She clearly loved to kiss, and I could feel her very slowly getting hotter and hotter. Finally, she pulled my hands up over my head, and I could hear a click and feel cold metal as I was handcuffed to the bed.

Then she stood back and looked at me. "Oh, what a beautiful man you are. I do love your hard cock, you must just be aching to come, aren't you baby?"

"Yes mistress."

"Well I'll tell you when you can come, and you had better never disobey me."

"Yes mistress."

Then I felt her soft blonde hair tickling my thighs and then a moment later, her incredible mouth slowly, achingly descending on the end of my cock. She just held her mouth there and I could feel her tongue frenching the end of my dick. Then her hand started to pump me and I could feel my nuts tightening wanting so much to unload in that heavenly mouth. My body was trembling trying so hard to hold back. She kept this up off and on for a good hour, teasing me, getting me as hot as I've been in my entire life, continually instructing me not to come.

Finally she straddled my face so I was staring straight up at that gorgeous pussy. I could catch a whiff of the delicate, musky scent of her sweet wetness. She made me beg for a few minutes. And I was happily begging for a taste of her perfect snatch. Finally, she slowly lowered those perfect thighs on to my face. I was soon nose deep in the hottest most beautiful pussy on earth.

"Now be a good boy and eat my pussy. Long soft licks now. Ooooh good boy. Now my clit. Up a little higher. Faster. Good boy"

She kept her robe on and rode my tongue, giving me more instructions exactly where and how hard to lick. Then she gave me very specific instructions on just how to suck her clit into my mouth. She just kept this up forever, I was coated from ear to ear in her sweet wetness. She obviously took a long time to orgasm and didn't mind making me work for it. Finally, she started to grind her pussy in earnest. Her perfect body working her clit on to my tongue in just the spot that pleased her. She came for a full five minutes, pussy convulsing, groaning, grabbing my face in her hands and using me as a sex toy. At least I had given her a much better orgasm than she got that night with a vibrator.

"Oooooh. Good boy. That's just what I wanted. Now just look at your lovely cock. You're absolutely rigid."

"Please mistress. Please let me come." God I needed it bad.

Her breathing was still heavy, and when she spoke every syllable was pure sex, "Not yet boy, I want to play a bit more", with that she put her lovely hand around my aching member, and stroked a couple of times. I immediately moaned, and started to fuck her little hand like it was the best pussy I ever had. "No boy. Not yet." She paused for a few minutes and just left the room. Leaving me there tied to the head of the bed with a huge erection and hotter than I've ever felt in my life.

She finally came back with a warmth cloth, and washed my face, cleaning her wetness off me. She gave me a shot of mouthwash and told me to swish and swallow. "I want kiss you, but I don't want to taste my pussy." Then she got on top of me again and started to kiss me. Again she took her time. So slowly warming up, building passion. But I was absolutely on fire. I wanted her so bad, or just relief, to come in any way would have been fine. I begged for her to let me come, and every time I did she would just smile at me, so happy that I was so hot and under her control.

Finally she said, "You have 2 minutes to fuck me. If you don't come, then just shove that big dick in your pants and go home." With that she slowly slid her hot pussy down on my shaft. "Mmmmm you do have a big dick, I love it."

And that was the last thing she said, or really could say for the next couple of minutes because I started fuck her like some kind of wild animal. I was pounding it up into her as hard and fast as I possible could. Driving to make sure I finished fucking her before time expired, but in reality I don't think she could have possibly watched the clock during that frenzy anyway. She was just letting me know that she wanted it hard and fast. Her head was back, her eyes were closed, her robe finally gapped open and I finally got to see those perfect firm tits bouncing as I fucked her. I was mesmerized by her sweet, pink bouncing nipples. God I wanted to suck them. And then I came like some kind of rocket. Blasting every last bit of sperm out my balls and into that perfect pussy. I don't think I've ever come as hard in my life.

She looked at me and smiled. "Good boy. You've fucked and got me off properly." She was still breathing heavily, and her robe gathered around her shoulders, still leaving most of her beautiful body exposed. God what a beauty. She was an absolute work of art, and the fucked look made her regal bearing even more lovely. The ice queen showed a tiny bit of fragility.

Naturally that lasted only a few minutes. Then she regained her composure, uncuffed me, and told me to get dressed and leave. She obviously wasn't much on pillow talk.

She knew I would be back for more, and of course I was, but I had already started to debate whether the pleasure was worth the torture.

Next: The Dressing Room

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