I said simply but in a firm tone, “Shut up, it’s the punishment you had agreed to.” She had no reply to it. She now was in my mercy and in my co...trol.All she could do was endure what was coming her way. I now took the ice cube and used a finger to penetrate her rectum with it. She was in a state of elation as the ice made its way through to her rectum. But what she did not expect was my tongue to follow the icy trail of the cube.My tongue going to all the places till the ice could travel. I was. Except for the colors. While I wore a pristine white from head to toe, she was identically attired in a fiery red that added even more heat to the substantial lust that her gingery goodness always inspired. We each wore pumps with four-inch spike heels over sheer thigh-high stockings held in place by garter belts, crotchless panties, and bras with cutouts to display our nipples. We were definitely a couple of hotties on this special day. Mistress spent a good bit of time getting my hair just. He argued with her, and said she hadn't set that example. She had to agree with him about that, but she had blamed herself for Tiffany's flaws for a long time."I don't know why Roger isn't interested in sex," she said. "He was at first, but then it just faded away as he began to work more and more." Hmmmm." What does that mean?" I'm not sure you want to know," he said."Of course I want to know," she said."I see a lot of women who are like you, in the sense that their sexual urges are still. I knew her fantasy of multiple guys; bathed in cum, being with a woman, forcibly, but we never talked about actually doing anything with anyone. We only role-played in the bedroom. Was this a test of my love, was she so serious about this that she might do it anyway, or was our love so strong that we could dabble and not become jealous? She laughed it off "They're gay, but god damn aren't they cute?" I avoided the question with another bite of my lunch. Even though I knew she was looking at me.