Burnt on the outside; frozen in the middle.

My Countess and have been interested in the combination of heat and cold in play for quite a while. We started with a couple ice cubes and the occasional use of hot wax. Once I was accustomed to the hot drizzle of wax all over my back and thighs, Countess began exploring my tolerance for cold.

When we began, my limit was two cubes before I would cry uncle. Slowly but surely, my endurance grew and I wanted more than the static cold that the cubes provided. That is when my love had the brilliant idea of using a popsicle as a dildo. I remember that first time very vividly. I could feel my whole body shiver with that first thrust. My inner muscles tightened against the cold, only strengthening their grip on the popsicle. I moaned quite noisily as my body could not comprehend what was happening to it. The first time, we only did this for a little while before my mind was mush and my body was jello. We got better and more confident with it until I could outlast the integrity of the popsicle and it was melted in its glove covering.

All this training has culminated in this latest game of ours. We began simply enough with a gag of panties and a little breath play. She spanked and teased me for a while before revealing the popsicle and slowly slipping a condom over it. She then slowly pushed it into me; my eyes rolling back in their sockets as I gasped into the cotton. The cold moved in waves up my body with each thrust. My body jerked and twitch in a peculiar juxtaposition of agony and ecstasy. My flesh closed around the ice and muffled moans and whimpers involuntarily escaped my tape.

Then, it stopped. I could hear Countess searching our box for something, but as I was bound, I couldn't turn to watch her. She was talking to me, but my mind was already reeling from the frozen treat still sticking out of me and so I barely comprehended her words. That's when I heard the crackle of the lighter igniting and I knew what would happen next. The wax dripped slowly at first, but quickly gained speed as Countess once again moving the ice in and out of my body.

My moans grew louder and louder. My mind was on fire, as was my skin, while within I was frozen. When I finally reached orgasm, my body clenched so tightly that the popsicle was pushed out, or would have been, if my Countess wasn't holding it. My mind and body were utterly spent by the experience and I could barely talk for a few minutes after the gag was removed. I loved every moment of my trial, and I cannot wait to see where else we can take this game.