I is for Ice Play and Other Sensation Games
I is for Ice Play and Other Sensation Games
‘Listen up, horsie. We’re going to play our first game. It’s called Agony. I’m going to use this very cold steel probe all over your body for varying lengths of time. When you can stand no more of the diabolical treatment I’m about to dish out, you must shake your head. Beware though, pumpkin, as each shake of your head will result in a forfeit, which will be a longer taste of what you received just now. Just so you know: each forfeit comes with a time penalty. The first is a mere ten seconds in length, but each further misdemeanor comes with an additional ten seconds of added time. Are we clear?’
He didn’t expect an answer, which was just as well because Jenny was still reeling from the ice-cold rod buried inside her.
‘Now, it’s time to play.’
The name of the sadistic bastard who first looked at a piece of ice and both silently and diabolically thought to himself, ‘You know, I’ll bet she’d enjoy being fucked with this…and if she doesn’t, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy doing it to her anyway’ has (sadly?) been lost to time. However, his legacy and ingenuity lives on in the devious imaginings of Doms everywhere who enjoy playing sensation games.
What is sensation play, you ask. It’s exactly what it sounds like. It is the things you do in BDSM scenes that make a bottom use all their senses to experience the scene. Flogging and spanking are two forms of impact play, which is in turn a form of sensation play. But there are softer, gentler things that you can do that also qualify and they include (among many other things) tickling, waxing, massaging, fire play, food play and, most certainly, ice play.
I am so very glad you asked. You can’t just take a piece of ice and put it on or in someone…well, okay. You can, but show a little pride and finesse. First, you need to gather together your tools of trade, so to speak.
With a little bit of imagination you can turn virtually anything into a sensation tool. Look for things that have texture—things that are rough, scratchy, silky, bumpy—gardening gloves from Wal-Mart, pet combs, back scratchers, chop sticks, toothpicks, and my favorite, things that safely change temperature. The human body is incredibly sensitive to heat variations. Get something that you can put in the freezer or a bucket of ice water to get cold, or that you can put the microwave and get hot. Just remember, the idea of the game is not to burn your partner. And remember that scene from A Christmas Story where the kid got his tongue stuck to an icy cold metal pole…yeah, don’t do that.
What you do want to do is blindfold your vic…I mean, your submissive and tie them to the bed or table (with their consent, of course) so that their anticipation levels start spirally wildly out of control and they are absolutely helpless to escape. Then go to town on them with all the sensually cruel creativity that you can muster.
Some of you may remember Hot to Trot (which both of these excerpts are from, by the way) from A is for Anal. However, I’ve been searching and I just can’t find anything as good as this heat/ice scene that C.P. Mandara wrote:
The freezing steel probe had ventured down to touch her skin, circling the ball of her ankle in a leisurely manner. She shivered. It touched the soles of her feet and lingered for a few seconds, testing her reserve. It became focused on the arch of her left foot and, after a few seconds, she felt the pain of intense cold begin to bite. Letting the music wash over her she concentrated on breathing deeply, and it began to soothe the ache. After thirty seconds or so the probe continued its journey, but it had given its captive participant a glimpse of the type of discomfort it could inflict. When it began to move again the steel ball found her hamstrings and drew a wet, icy path along them. An Achilles tendon was caressed, before a breast was shown the same exacting treatment and circled with slow, torturous intent. The first protest issued from her lips as it settled on the soft skin just above her collarbone, and was duly ignored. The piercing cold of the probe began to seep into her bones in carefully protracted intervals. A swirl, a long and heavy drag, a soft bounce, a single drip or the worst of all torments: steady pressure. Ice began to infect every part of her being, numbing her to the core. It didn’t change the fact that she was burning up from within. The probe lingered on her bottom lip and the effort needed not to shake her head was almost more than she could bear.
Mark watched her struggle, once again impressed. She had quite the tolerance for this kind of game playing; masochism did indeed become her. The grim set of her hands, curled into fists, told him what he needed to know. She was close. He let his hand slip and trailed a wet path down her chin, letting the probe settle on a nipple. Her groan was delicious. There was no question that she would lose this battle. The only question was how lightly he would let her get off, or whether he would let her get off at all…
Congratulations! Not only did you make it to the end of I is for Ice without raiding the freezer, but you’re all winners of a free book! C.P. Mandara has very kindly donated a downloadable copy of ‘The Riding School’ to anyone who follows this link. You don’t even have to leave a comment, but it’d be nice if you did.
The viciously attractive Mark, with the unfaltering smile, has a day of endurance planned for Jenny that the devil himself would find challenging. His artful temperature play has her screaming, his anal dilators have her howling and a ride in the sybian’s saddle leaves her virtually unconscious, but the day is far from over. A group of ladies, with wandering fingers, are given the task of transforming Jenny into a sweet, submissive pony girl who will be left looking ‘hot to trot’ in no time at all.
After an exhausting day of training, Jenny has only escape or rescue on her mind. Alas, escape is rather difficult when you’re naked, dressed in thigh high pony boots and have your hands immobilized in leather mittens which are clipped behind your back. Besides, escape isn’t all that important – not when you’re desperate for your next orgasm, it isn’t.
To read more about C.P. Mandara, please visit her blog here.
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