I’m afraid I haven’t been attending to my Blog as I’d hoped. There have been some elder care family issues that needed addressed. I’ve also been consumed with writing and editing projects. Mistress has been editing a contemporary Christian romance work for another author, if you can get your head around that!
I’ve also been writing more of my Chastity Cuckold Tales short stories. For those of you who enjoy reading about wicked Wives, their Alpha Male lovers and the hapless sissy maid cuckolds who serve them, you might enjoy my Chastity Cuckold Tales series. They are available at All Romance E-books, Amazon and will hopefully soon be available at the Apple iBookstore and Barnes and Noble. (End of shameless self-promotion).
How about a contest my darlings? With prizes for the winners! Do read the short excerpt below, preferably on your knees dressed in your frilliest outfit. I’d like those who feel daring to act it out and send me a picture of their best interpretation of the story. The grand-prize winner gets an autographed copy of one of my books and other free goodies. I will select other winners for other prizes. Send me your best picture and a small narrative of how you acted out the scene. I’d like to put this story, and your pictures, on my web site, so obscure your face and anything else you don’t want to show and include the following: “I allow Constance Pennington Smythe full use to post this picture and my narrative on her web site…(signed, you may use your sissy name)”. Deadline for the contest is the end of April 2011.
I will notify those who win prizes. You may contact my publisher @ www.romancedivine.com for details on how to receive your prize. Please feel free to use any shipping address that provides you the necessary privacy. Heaven knows I’m not giving you my address and I don’t want yours either. The last thing I need on our suburban cul-de-sac is the neighborhood women pulling their children off the street away from “that horrid woman!” I also don’t need their husbands tapping on the glass door at my backyard deck at midnight, dressed in their maid’s outfits and offering to clean my toilets!
So get busy my babies. Let’s see what kind of Ice Princess you can be.
Whips and Kisses
Mistress Constance
ICE Princess
He approached the sofa and curtsied. “The dishes are done, Mistress.”
She ignored him and continued to read her novel. Joanna knew he’d remain standing, silent, in his waiting position Her hand dropped lazily to the end table, a perfectly manicured and polished nail tapping only once on her silver cigarette case.
Larry bobbed a short curtsey of acknowledgment and quickly and quietly removed a cigarette, put it in the long black holder and offered it to his Mistress.
She accepted, again without looking at him, and waited for the lighter she knew would quickly follow. Her eyes finally fixed on the uniformed maid who stood waiting. “Take the trash sack out of the waste bin and bring the bin out here.”
For an instant, confusion flashed over his face, and then the conditioning kicked in. He curtsied and backed away, mincing off in his heels to the kitchen. Within seconds he returned, holding the tall plastic waste bin.
She motioned with her cigarette holder, a trail of smoke following, “Put it there, in the middle of the room.” She watched him carefully place the basket in position. “I’ve laid your things out on the bed. Put them on, only those things, do your makeup and come back.”
He silently made his exit from the room, remembering to concentrate on his posture and tiny steps, making each movement as delicate and feminine as he could. True to her word, sometime in the evening she’d arranged his attire on the single bed in his room. My room, he sighed. He took in the walls, the ones he’d painted in the pink and dusty rose, the decidedly feminine décor, complete with frilly pink curtains. His attire for the evening was a heavy white panty girdle and a white, too big for me, long line bra. His clear Lucite five-inch heels were also on the bed, along with opera-length white gloves, his blonde wig, long rhinestone earrings and his rhinestone tiara.
He quickly shed his maid’s uniform, taking care to hang it up, along with the rest of his clothing. Getting dressed for whatever game she has in mind this evening will be easy. It took more time to do his makeup, working to get the dark, slut, fuck-me eyes that Mistress Joanna preferred her submissive maid/husband to have. He gave himself one last look in his full-length mirror. OK, cute enough. But for what?
When he entered the living room he saw a TV tray next to the empty waste bin. As he got closer he saw the tray contained a plain spray bottle and two bowls—of—ice?
Joanna snapped her finger and then made a circular motion with it.
Larry stopped, responding instantly to the non-verbal command. Pose and model for Mistress. He gently brought his arms out, holding them straight at a forty-five degree angle from his body, palms down, parallel to the floor. He did the requisite quarter turns, holding his tummy in and pushing his bottom and breasts out.
“Very lovely,” Joanna mocked. She delighted in these uber-feminine displays. Her finger slowly unfurled from her hand until it was pointing at the waste-bin. “In,” she commanded, “facing me.”
Her submissive lifted first one leg and then the other, quickly assuming a standing position in the waist bin, which came up just below his knees. He waited.
Joanna rose and approached her husband. He doesn’t question any of this, he simply obeys. She circled him, stopping for a moment to adjust his tiara. “We’re going to play a new game tonight… Ice Princess.” She stepped back, “Yes, with the rhinestones and the long gloves you do look princess-like.” Her eyes narrowed, “And now for the ice.” She took a handful of ice and used her other hand to grab the elastic waistband of the confining panty girdle, “I crown thee, Ice Princess!” She pushed the ice in, down, arranging it around his chastity device.
He shivered, but held position.
“Oh, don’t worry, there’s more, your Highness, lots more.” She laughed as she circled him stuffing in more and more ice until his groin, hips and buttocks were encased in ice and the girdle bulged hideously. “Did you wonder why the bra I selected was so big? Were you afraid you wouldn’t be able to fill it?” She laughed, “Let’s give you some big ice boobies…okay?” She began filling the large bra cups with ice, “Glacial Gazongas, oohh, I bet those nipples are getting nice and perky!”
He shivered, afraid to ask what might come next, if I were allowed to speak that is. He watched as she picked up the plain spray bottle. Blasts of frigid, icy water pelted him as she coated his torso with the chilling liquid.
She stepped back, observing her handiwork, “You’re a princess, smile and wave to your subjects.” As he waved his white gloved arm and hand she sprayed more water on him. “I’m going to put this back in the freezer,” she held up the bottle, “to keep it nice and cold. Then I’m going to put in a DVD and watch a movie.” She nodded to the bowls of ice, “Keep stuffing your bra and girdle; don’t worry, I’ll get more if you run out.” She walked to the kitchen to put the spray bottle away.
When she came back she held a large black cock-shaped dildo. “Oh, and you’re a slutty princess who is the sex slave of the evil Black Lord.” She handed him the life-like cock, its dark ebony shape dwarfing his white satin-gloved hand. “Very pretty, okay, princess, suck that cock, grind those hips and wave to your subjects. Wave to those black stable hands, shake your booty for them, show them how you can suck a cock.”
He was cold—and humiliated, obviously her intentions. The cock in his hand was huge, he wasn’t sure he could get his mouth around it, obviously one of her new purchases. He did his best royal wave with one hand, very beauty pageant with the long white glove; while his other hand held the cock to his mouth. Droplets of cold water dripped down his torso as he undulated his hips, throwing in some belly dance waist slides that made Joanna smile.
“Very sexy,” she said, “keep it up. My movie runs about two hours, you be a good ice princess, sexy and quiet.”
© 2011 Constance Pennington Smythe All Rights reserved.
