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To Cool Your Temper Down        I came home late that night from a business engagement. I was tired, hungry, and annoyed that things had not gone well. My husband was in his recliner reading the paper looking all relaxed, and somehow this annoyed me. "Look at you, just sitting around, I bet nothing was done while I was slaving away at work today," I grumbled. "Actually," stated my husband as he looked up at me over his glasses, "The kids are in bed, the laundry is finished, and dinner is made. You, however, need to calm down." Instantly I knew I had been tired, and wrong. "Sorry," I mumbled, "It's been a long day, I shouldn't have snapped at you." My husband was understanding, and we had a marvelous dinner together. Afterwards, over a glass of wine, he brought my little tantrum back up. "You have been stressed and grouchy lately, not to mention overly excitable. You need to cool down. Besides, I owe you one for that outburst earlier. I think a trip downstairs for appropriate punishment is in order." What he meant by this was that he wanted to take me to the basement, where we have a private area set up that we used for our more imaginative sexual encounters, and use me for his pleasures. I was tempted to argue with him, but realizing he was right about my mood, and the thought of a little "tension relief," made me concede to his suggestion. Although the lecherous look of his face did make me a little nervous about his intentions. In any event, there I was still on my business attire, following him down to the basement. He led me over to the corner where we had a old brass bed and some other furniture pieces set up. As per ritual, I knelt down in the middle of the area on the floor and waited for my husband to decide what he wanted to do with me. After eyeing me for a few minutes, he came forward and said "Since you were so hot before, I think a little chilling out is on order". I glanced up at him in a demure fashion, not knowing exactly what was in store, but knowing he would make it interesting for me. At my husband's direction, I removed my business suit and skirt, blouse, shoes, panties, and my bra. What remained was a garter belt and stockings, and a small chemise which ended halfway down my tummy. Taking some cotton cord, he tied my hands together in front of me. I remember thinking that was unusual, as they normally ended up behind me. Slowly he removed my garter belt and slid my stockings down to my ankles, fondling my legs all the way down. Then taking more cord, he tied my ankles tightly together. He laid me down on the floor on my back and pulled the stockings the remainder of the way off my feet. Taking more cord, he pulled my tied hands and feet up above me and fastened them together. This left me on my back looking somewhat like an animal about to be placed on a spit for grilling. Looping some rope through my bindings and then through a pulley at the basement ceiling he hoisted me up into the air. So, there I hung about waist high to him, swinging in the proverbial breeze. I tried to pull my head up and around to see what he was doing, but it was hard in this position, so I had to let it hang back down towards the floor, my long hair dangling towards the ground. As my head lolled back, I saw my husband walking towards our freezer chest. He reached down in it and pulled something out. Walking back he unwrapped a huge tube of ice, it was more than a foot long and a good four inches around, with a wooden handle sticking out the back. "This should cool off your hot tempered nature," he said, leering at me. My eyes opened wide as I saw this big frozen rod, and I knew I was in for it. As he reached me, he took the ice and ran it from my toes high above me down between my legs and across my belly button. The frozen shock waves from this maneuver made me screech and jerk against the robe by which I was hanging. Walking around in front of me he looked down and said, "Careful you will wake the children dear." With that to took my panties and stuffed them in my mouth, then taking one of the stockings he tied it over the panties and around me neck to gag me. Picking up the other stocking he fastened it tightly around my eyes to blindfold me. "Now" he stated, "you can be quiet, and surprised, not knowing where the ice dildo will appear next." I shivered at the thought. He started at my breasts, the cold melting ice alternately chilling and exciting me. My nipples got rock hard, not to mention frozen stiff. Next he moved down my chest towards my middle. Taking the end of the rod, he screwed it into my belly button. The shock waves from this caused me to jerk madly against the rope and make a muffled scream through my gag. The jerking motions pulled the ropes tighter on my wrists and ankles increasing the associated tension and rubbing into them. Next he went back up the soles of my feet, dangling up in the air. He started there rubbing the length across them, then slowly back down between my tied legs. The cold hard ice coupled with the dripping water as it melted down a little almost caused me to pee all over myself. He was slow teasing me, and enjoying it immensely. All the time, I was getting more excited by this slow, cold, yet erotic sensation. I knew what was coming, but there was no way to prepare for it. He slid that frozen dildo deep down between my thighs and across my vaginal lips. I shuddered and shook as it slid and slithered. He rested the tip at my vaginal opening, then slowly twirled it around in a circular motion. I became ridged, holding myself still in a mixture of fear and excitement, tense and waiting. Then he did it, in one fell swoop he pushed it inside me and I was instantly filled with the frozen ice, stretching and widening me. Great shock waves again ripped through my body and I let a long low moan escape into my muffled throat. He started to ream me with the ice rod, thrusting it in and out of me and a furious pace. The melting ice lubricating its way inside me, freezing my vaginal walls but causing me ever increasing excitement and tensions. He continued this until I thought I would not be able to stand it any longer. I was gasping and moaning with each thrust. Finally, he removed the shaft of ice from me. It was now melted down to about eight inches long and maybe two inches wide. I felt great relief, I hung exhausted, but still very excited. Pulling the blindfold stocking off my eyes he showed me the frozen rod, dripping with the melted ice, and my own hot juices. He pulled the handle out of it, then walking around behind me again, he shoved the entire remaining length into my anus, past the tight opening. "We'll just let it melt down from there" The cold finally got the best of me and I peed all over myself. He caught some in a cup and came around front. Then he poured in onto the stocking and panties stuffed into my mouth, letting it soak in. "A little taste for you" he chuckled. He moved around behind me again, dropping his pants as he went. His long penis was rock hard hanging down between his legs. Larger than I had seen it in a long time. He set it up on my vaginal lips and slowly rubbed it around, teasing me. Grabbing my hips, he inserted the head into my opening, and slowly pulled me down over him. A new series of sensations overcame me as my still chilled insides were invaded by my husband's hot member. Rather than him thrust inside me, he continued to pull me back and forth on his engorged penis as I swung helplessly on the rope. The cords bit into my ankles and wrists and the pain increased, yet I found myself getting sexually excited to an almost a stellar level. With each swing on his cock I would moan and grunt in heat. Faster and harder he went into me, the ropes creaking and stretching above me. At some point he stopped swinging me, and started thrusting himself. I hung there helpless unable to do anything other than accept my fate. The friction and heat built to a fever pitch as he roared to orgasm pumping what seemed like gallons of hot steamy sperm inside me. I reached climax as he did this, wildly bucking and jerking against the bonds as I writhed in convulsions. When we were through, I hung limp, unable to move at all. He moved in front of me and smiled. Then after kissing me on the forehead, he went upstairs, turning off the basement light, leaving me there in the dark for the night.

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