****** The Ice Queen by Jennistoy ******
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The Ice Queen


The following story is for readers of legal age or readers who have interests
which lie in the direction of BDSM. If you have comments or suggestions, feel
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Ice Queen

Chapter 1

"Trish, hey Trish."

Reluctantly I moved my gaze from the flames in the fireplace to the stunning
couple sitting across from me on the couches.

"I'm sorry, what did you say."

"I said, 'We're leaving.' What is up with you anyway, you look like you are a
million miles away."

"Hmmm, I have something on my mind." The tall, dark-haired man looked me
straight in the eyes and said,

"Someone or something?"

"You know me Ron, it's one or the other." He bent low over my hand and kissed
it, letting his well-formed lips linger, caressing my skin.

"Well if you want to talk, just let me know, I am always here for you my dear."
I smiled and nodded. As he walked away, I slipped back into my trance in the
flames.

Recently there had been a restlessness in me. I wasn't sure why. I was wealthy,
thanks to my profession. I could devote my life and time to making a go of my
business and to living my life the way I wanted to.

My business surrounded me day and night. I had inherited an old warehouse in
the lower downtown business district. The building was paid for and completely
renovated. The street-level floor was set up as a store. The basement I set up
as a club, with both private and public rooms. The second and third levels
contained soundproof private rooms that could be leased out by a Dom/me for
their own use. They were totally empty until the Dom/me moved their equipment
in. The top floor was two huge flats. I lived in one and the other my assistant
lived in.

My second and third floor was almost fully rented and the store did a booming
business. The neighborhood liked us because we donated lots of time and energy
to helping with the neighborhood projects. The club downstairs was growing in
membership all the time and our reputation was growing. Soon we would be known
worldwide. I kept our web page up, and encouraged a large membership with
incentives posted on the site. Of course any Dom/me who either rented from me
or was a member of the club had full rights access to the web page. The same
applied to any club member, be they Dominant or submissive.

As I sat I swirled the ice in my glass thinking I should go get another one. I
looked away from the flames to see my loyal assistant Sherri sitting at a table
in the corner diligently working on her laptop.

"Sherri, what are you doing? It's late." She glanced up at me with a shy, soft
smile.

"I have to get the order done for the store. We need to place it tomorrow and
since the manager didn't do it, someone has to."

"Didn't do it? Why would he not have gotten the order completed?" She shrugged
her shoulders and went back to her work.

I made a mental note to talk to him tomorrow and possibly start looking for a
replacement. Sherri had never complained about the amount of time she put in on
the job, but I didn't want her burnt out and felt that she should not have to
do someone else's job.

I stood up abruptly and looked over the dungeon. The normal sounds filtered
their way back to me, the stinging sound of a whip, the moans and cries of subs
being abused and satisfied, the clanking of chains all creating a soft music in
the air. By being snuggled down on the plush couches, I had been able to drown
out the background noise and concentrate on the feeling that was haunting my
days and nights.

I walked to the bar; Michael refilled my drink and handed it back to me with a
smile. The servers all wore armbands in addition to their uniforms of black.
All of the staff was hired because of their ability to work in a crowded
atmosphere as well as their tolerance for the lifestyle. They were not all
beautiful, but they were all skilled at their job, which I thought was so much
more important, so consequently I paid well. My staff was loyal and I knew each
of them by name. I also made sure each patron was very aware of the rules
regarding the staff. No one laid a hand on them, propositioned them or harassed
them in anyway or I would revoke their membership.

We had three separate sections for staff members, the first being the servers;
bartenders, security and waitresses, the second being an assistant or helper to
those out on the floor, the third being janitorial. Any one of the positions
could come to me and talk to me about anything without fear of reprisal.

I strolled the club area and watched the interaction. Over in the corner, under
a spotlight a femme sub was tortured. Her breasts were bound, her nipples
clipped, her clit and cunt lips clipped and she was spread on a table, legs
wide, being used by a Domme with a strap on. While the strap on dildo was
abusing her, candle wax was being dripped over her breasts. She cried out from
behind her ball gag but I noticed the white handkerchief was still held
securely in her left hand.

Just a little bit away, a Dom with his subs was putting on a demonstration. He
had three, two females and one male. This night he was showing the art of
fisting. There was a sizeable crowd around him and his subs. I watched as two
hands went into the cunt of one female and the another inserted her arm into
the ass of the male almost up to her elbow.

Walking further along, there were several subs trying to win a game of chase.
They were fighting over a ball that was rolled in-between them. Each sub was
decorated with various plugs, clips and chains, making their progress
interesting indeed. If they failed to get the ball, they were paddled or
spanked across a lap. They were all breathing hard and flushed and a good time
seemed to be had by all. I watched for a few seconds as a femme came up with
the ball, was taking it to her Master and right as she presented it to him, a
male stole it out of her mouth with his own pretty teeth, and presented it to
his Mistress. The Dom/mes laughed mightily at the sport and the pretty little
femme was thrown over her Master's lap and spanked briskly.

There were subs being whipped on the wheel and rack, suspended in cages placed
around the room, they were hanging from various pieces of bondage equipment
that adorn the walls and ceiling of the club. There were two subs in stocks,
their asses and genitals exposed to anyone passing by. One Domme was a fire-
breather and was caressing her sub's skin with flame.

The club would remain open all-night and close around 7 in the morning. We
stopped serving alcohol at 2 and opened a buffet around 3. Our members paid
dearly for the service they received, but they were afforded all the amenities.
Each person coming into the club had signed a waiver, and had their picture
taken for a membership card. They had to have the card in their possession to
enter the club. There was no one under 21 allowed into the club at all. I had
had some problems with some of the Doms in the beginning. Many of their subs
were young, and they protested loudly at the idea of having to leave them at
home. Eventually I won because they either left their children at home or did
not become members.

I went up through the shop and rode the elevator to the fourth floor. I entered
my flat and threw my keys down on my entry table. Christa came out to meet me
from her room. She was china doll pretty. Big, wide blue eyes fringed in blonde
lashes. Her blond curly hair floated around her shoulders. Her hips were curvy
and her breasts hung low, the nipples almost brushing the floor. She stood to
pick up my keys and hang them up. Her breasts were still perky, despite their
size. Her measurements were 38/26/30. She was built well and kept her body free
from hair. Her cunt, ass, underarms and legs were always smooth. Her nipples
were always hard, her cunt lips pouty and wet with the clit poking through.

I studied her as she went around the room, turning on the fireplace, always on
her hands and knees with her legs spread wide. She was a prime example of a
sub, well mannered, passionate, accepting, and willing to constantly expand her
boundaries. As I watched her I realized what it was I had been feeling. I was
bored. I was bored with Christa, bored with my life, which seemed to have
evolved into nothing but meetings and paperwork. I never seemed to have any fun
anymore. I didn't seem to get the same enjoyment out of the little things
anymore, I didn't see the point in disciplining another sub, or to even enjoy
the passion that sub could bring me if commanded. Dear God in Heaven, I was
BORED!

Christa came before me, greeting me with her face planted on the floor and ass
up in the air. I grabbed her hair as I strode past her, forcing her to come
with me. She scrambled to keep up, sobbing partly from the pain in her scalp
and from the fear that she had done something very wrong. I took her into the
bedroom where she huddled in a small ball; her lips compressed tightly
together, and tears streaming down her face. Despite the pain, I could see her
cunt glisten with new juice and her clit seemed to throb under my very eyes. I
cruelly kicked her legs apart and laughed down at her.

"You little slut, you get hot and wet because you think you are going to be
punished? Your clit pokes it way out just like a greedy little cock." I reached
and twisted her clit in my fingers. Christa cried out. "You are such a little
whore. Get your ass downstairs and offer yourself for the stocks. You can stay
down there till morning." She scrambled out of the room, tears flowing, thighs
quivering and sobbing to herself. I reached for the phone and called Michael.
When he answered I instructed him to lock her in for the rest of the night and
to let her loose right before he left. I also told him I wanted her well
striped and used. She should be so sensitive that a breeze would set her skin
to tingling. He said he would take care of it, and I slammed the phone down.
Sitting there on my bed, I sunk my face into my hands, sighing into them.

How in the world could I be bored? How could I possibly want more to do? Then
it hit me, I didn't want more, I just wanted different. At that very second, I
decided I would sell Christa and start training a new slave. I wanted one with
some spirit and spunk. I needed a challenge. Perhaps a man this time or maybe a
couple. I ran over to my computer, dialed up the site and placed the ad for
Christa's sale. I would receive none of the profits; Christa's account would
get them all. The ad was of course cleared immediately and I received three e-
mails with in an hour. I agreed to meet with each of the three with in the next
week and we would see if they were suitable. I went into the system, and pulled
up the member names. I reviewed their accounts, checking to see where their
interests lie. The first was a new member, but also belonged to the Club and
had an account with the shop that was paid each month. I requested personal
information and discovered he was single, and was seeking a live in slave to
attend to him. He was about my age and not seeking a sub that could have
children. This was a special point; Christa could not have kids and had
undergone the surgery by her own choice.

The second was also a new member, I quickly dismissed him, he was too old and
not really into the lifestyle. I had a feeling that after "playing" with
Christa, he would release her and she would be lost and on my doorstep within
just a few months. I didn't want that. I wanted her to be secure. I fired off
an e-mail rapidly to him and cancelled the appointment.

The third was a woman. This woman was seeking a femme for a live in. She wanted
sexual prowess and manners. She wanted a sub that she didn't have to train and
one that knew her place. The sub needed to be Bi sexual and sterile. She listed
skills specific to Christa's experience and I was thrilled with the find. Her
finances checked out. I would let Christa make her own choice and see whom she
leaned to naturally.

I sent off two e-mails informing the people of the meeting time and place,
which I decided would be the next week, at the club, on Friday, around 11:00. I
also informed them that since I was too softhearted, my sub would not know she
was to be sold until after she had made her choice. They would each be allowed
15 minutes with her and I would see which one she responded to better.

With that settled, I changed screen names and fired out one more ad. I placed
my ad for a sub for myself. I described the characteristics I wanted while
stressing little experience. I wanted the desire, the passion and the fear of a
newbee. After accepting the ad, I sat back in my chair and started at the
screen. There was a feeling of rightness about what I had just done and I was
pleased with my efforts. I had been ignoring Christa and this would get her
back where she was appreciated. I knew she cared for me, but that was a sub's
life. She did not love me; I was rather the instrument through which her
passion erupted and her boundaries expanded. There was a difference. I did not
love her, rather I took care of her as though she was an expensive pet.

I crawled into the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. The next morning I
awoke and found Christa kneeling by my bed, her ass to me. It was striped and
welted and I could see where the paddle had bruised her. Her breasts were also
red and welted and she appeared asleep on the floor. Her cunt lips were swollen
and her clit as well. I blew gently in her direction and she moaned in her
sleep. Her clit seemed to swell a bit more and her cunt flooded again. I
chuckled and woke her up with a slap on her ass. She cried out, but did not
protest as I pulled her into bed with me. I snuggled with her for a bit before
asking.

"So did you enjoy your evening?" Her head nodded slowly on my arm. "How many
did you satisfy last night?" She shrugged her shoulders, meaning she lost
count. You have one more to satisfy you know." Her eyes flew open and she
smiled. Her lips covered mine and she moaned as I ran my hand over her sore
ass. I turned her so that her head was between my legs and mine between hers.
She sucked at my clit, running her tongue around my clit and lips. Thrusting it
in and fucking me with it. I came quickly, but she did not stop her
administrations. She let the orgasm subside, but continued to kiss me, licking
me slowly. I moved her clit to my mouth and started to flick it back and forth.
She moaned out and pushed back against me. I knew that she needed more to cum
and I was in the mood to give it to her. I slipped three of my fingers inside
her while still sucking on her clit, then four, then five. She was slamming her
self against my hand, dragging my knuckles over her G spot roughly. Her face
rested on my belly, her eyes closed, her mouth open and sobs coming from her as
the pleasure washed over her.

When I finally withdrew my hand, she collapsed against the bed, breathing fast.
I watched her for a second and made my decision about what I was going to do
with her for the next five days. She was going to help me find a new sub.

I padded down the hall, started coffee and directed Christa back to her room to
shower. I jumped into mine as well and finished up in time to grab the first
cup out of the coffee maker. I wandered back to my room where Christa was
waiting to help me dress. I waved her off and selected jeans, a white cotton T-
shirt and Nikes. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and double-checked my
appointment book to make sure I was free until this evening. I knew I had a
demonstration scheduled for the meeting tonight and I also knew I would be
working with three subs I had not worked with before. I thought about how I was
going to present my subject. I was going to demonstrate how to bring a
submissive to heel and to get them to the point that they would break with out
breaking their spirit. The subs I was working with tonight were problem
children for their respective Dom/mes. I was surprised how many Dominants had
problems keeping submissives in line, especially when they cared for them. I
often thought that keeping your heart available was a bad thing. This only
confirmed my fears. Tonight was a last ditch effort for the Dom/mes to justify
the keeping of these subs for reasons other than sheer love.

I wandered into Christa's room and had her change into a short mini dress. She
wore no underwear and I picked up her purse and placed 4 different vibrators
into it. (She carries a big purse for just this reason.) We strolled out to the
car after I packed up coffee to go. I put the top down and leaned Christa's
seat back some. Christa secured her self into the car and I rummaged in her
purse till I found the two vibes I wanted her to use. The first was a slimline;
she lubed it up and inserted it into her ass. The second she placed on her
clit. She was a sight to see with her feet on the dashboard, humping away with
the dress pulled up to her waist.

We pulled into a stoplight and a large furniture truck pulled up next to us.
The driver glanced down and his jaw dropped. Christa was on her second or third
orgasm and she was flushed and panting. She was slamming the vibe in and out of
her ass, and keeping the other on her clit. She cried out as she came again,
and sagged against the seat. I reached over and ran my fingers around her clit,
not quite touching it, but teasing her already sensitive skin. Then I reached
down and pushed the vibe deep in her. She arched upward enjoying the sensation
of the vibe pushing it's way into her. The light turned green and we sped off,
leaving the poor driver in shock.

Christa rolled her head to watch me as I drove. Her eyes were lit up and her
chest heaved showing off her hard nipples to their full advantage. I reached
over and tweaked one. She leaned over and sucked on my finger. I smiled and
returned my gaze to the road.

"Thank you Mistress."

"For?"

"Last night, I needed to be used, I had forgotten that I am only a slave. I had
forgotten why God put me on this earth. He put me here to be an object of
pleasure to others; I should have no other life but the service and pleasure of
others. So thank you for making sure to keep me where I belong."

I looked at her, sarcasm bells ringing in my ears. She seemed perfectly at
ease, perfectly honest and totally content.

"Christa, are you happy?"

"Mistress?"

"Are you happy, do you find joy in your life with me or do you crave more than
I give you?" She took a long time to answer; her hands fiddled with the vibe in
her hands.

"For the most part, yes Mistress I am. You have ignored me recently, but now I
see the reasoning of your ways. The dungeon last night was all the more
terrifying because I had not had any interaction. You timed it perfectly. I had
become arrogant with the knowledge that I belonged to you, that I did not need
to serve others, that my skills were perfect and that I was above the common
stocks. Once again, you showed me why you are the mistress and I am the slave."

I drove the rest of the way in silence contemplating her words. She really
believed that I had set her up, that my neglect of her came from a plan rather
than the boredom it originated from. This was not all a bad thing however.

We pulled up in front of the shop and we walked in. Christa scooted over to a
very slim cage. She ran her hands over it, exclaiming at the workmanship. Heavy
manacles were set into the top and the bottom. The lengths were adjustable,
allowing for height differences. I nodded at her and she stepped into it. I
closed the door on her and stepped back to admire the view.

The spacing on the cage was set up to allow free access to the person inside. A
whip could strike the chest, back, buttocks, genitals, and thighs easily. I
cocked my head because it seemed a bit too open, the bars divided the person,
holding them in with some room to move. John, my favorite sales associate, came
over and showed me how the cage could be collapsed down to snugly trap the
person inside. The front and back could be moved closed together to securely
trap the person inside and not allow them to even wiggle.

Christa loved the sensation; she described it as being held securely and
tightly. The confines could be either comforting or frustrating, depending on
what was going on. She also made the comment she felt very exposed in the cage.
With her ass, thighs, breasts, and back so exposed by the bars she said she
felt more exposed clothed there in the store than she ever had naked and
exposed in front of people.

"More than last night?" She blushed and lowered her eyes. John's eyes lit up
and he said,

"You had her in the club last night? I wish I could have been there to see it."
He reached up and caressed her face. "She is so beautiful when she cries."

I watched the interaction between the two of them. John was exhibiting
tenderness to her, stroking her skin, yet I knew how harsh he could be with any
sub, but especially Christa. She on the other hand, leaned into his touch,
stroking him with her eyes. I watched the love play for a few minutes, hit by
guilt. If I sold her, they may never see each other again. Was that right?
Should I tell him and allow him to offer for her?

I freed her from the cage and told John we would take 3 for the club and one
for me. He smiled and said he would order them for me and I could take the
display model if I so wished. I nodded and asked him to set up the delivery.
Then I took his elbow and led him away from Christa. She was too busy looking
at some new bondage straps to notice the two of us talking.

"John, watching you now, I need to know, how do you feel about Christa." His
eyes lowered and he mumbled the word why.

"I am going to sell her this Friday. She has no idea it is coming and I have a
hunch that you want her and you already feelings for her. My only concern is
how you will support her. She was not trained to work, only serve."

John stepped back for a second, and looked hard into my eyes.

"Are you serious? You would consider me for her ownership? I would do whatever
it took to make sure that she was perfect. I would work overtime to see that
she had everything she needed."

"No, I don't want her neglected, she needs to be worked with everyday. To be
put in her place and not to coddled. How much do they pay you here? Enough to
live on?" He shrugged,

"For me, almost, for her as well and all the trappings that come with having a
live in, no probably not."

"Then you shall come to work for me. I am getting rid of my Store Manager and
you do know your stuff. You are good with your customers and seem to run the
store with out any other help. Can you start right away?"

He looked at me for a moment like I had lost my mind. Then he slowly said,

"I need to give two weeks, but yea after that, I am all yours."

"Not good enough John, can you work here during the days and work with my self
and Sherri at nights?"

He nodded and smiled at me. Suddenly in a burst of exhalation and youthful
exuberance he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to him.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I'll take good care of her I promise."

"Of that I have no doubt John," I said as I disengaged his arms from around me
and pushed him back into his own space. "Please remember though you are one of
three people looking at her, and you must show me you can control her and work
with her as she needs with out becoming a mushball when she is around. Be at
the club Friday at 11:00 for the interview. Please remember too, Christa does
not have any idea about this. I want her reactions to be unrehearsed."

He nodded and shot a look to her. I took his shoulder and told him,

"If you can't keep your happiness to yourself, don't go near her." He nodded
again and headed to the register to ring up the sale. The charge would be made
against my account at the store and paid off at the end of the month. I went
and found Christa and we left the store.

I called Sherri from the car and told her of the arrangement I had made with
John. She was anxious to get started working with him. She let me know she had
gotten the order off and would be happy to train John on how the store was run.
Christa listened to the whole conversation happily. I took her back home and
ordered her to strip.

We went into my living room and I mounted her on the pommel horse that was in
there, on to the dildo that had been placed on the back of the horse. She
slipped over it easily and happily. I watched her for a second and then
proceeded to call out the exercises she was to do.

First of all she was to raise herself up, by her arms so that the tip was
barely touching her lips and rock her slit over the tip till I told her to
stop. I sat down and read a book and half way through the time she was going to
be rocking I reached over and flipped the switch. The dildo started to vibrate.
Christa was sweating and moaning as she teased her cunt with the fake cock.

I called out half. She was allowed to lower her self onto half of the dildo
using only her arms as support. I let her work this for about 15 minutes. Then
I told her to use her legs and go back to rocking. She did so and I slipped
into my book again. Her moans finally filtered through my reserve and I had her
squat on the horse, using the wall as support and ride the dildo half way down
it's length using only her legs for maneuvering.

"Please Mistress, please, let your slut cum" echoed through the room. I watched
her as she rode the dildo, her open legs facing me, allowing me to watch it
slide in and out of her. I nodded and watched as she exploded on the dildo. She
screamed and shuddered. I went back to my book after releasing her to clean up.
Before she went off, she knelt beside me and waited till I noticed her there. I
sighed and said,

"Yes?"

"Mistress, I just wanted to tell you, I love you."

I stared at her for a second, confused as to why she felt the need to tell me
this information.

"Well, that is as you should feel, now go clean up and call down to the shop
and send Leroy up here. I need to talk to him." Her eyes filled with tears and
she nodded and slowly crawled off. I watched wondering what I had done to cause
that. I shook my head at how she must live her life and went back to my book.

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