Earlier this evening while driving home I asked Master if I would be permitted to have a shower as I did not shower yesterday or today.  Showering is something I am rather adamant about and it is very rare for me not to shower every day, sometimes twice.  I did not believe Master would deny me the right to shower, for the simple fact that he likes a clean slave; however, I was surprised that my privilege would come at a price.

Master: You may have a shower after dinner slave, but only if you have two ice cubes shoved up your ass cunt.

I confess, I was rather shocked by the currency in which I would pay and upon first hearing Master's words I dare say I wanted to protest.  My initial response lasted but a mere few seconds; however, I did still ask if I was being punished for anything.  With a soft chuckle, Master assured me I was not and that it was something he simply desired. There was something in his last sentence that made me want to obey and it was not because I really wanted to shower, rather it was because I really wanted to be obedient. I wanted to do this one act solely because Master desired it.

My general response would have been to debate such a statement. I would have tried to make numerous arguments against why I should not have two ice cubes inserted into my rectum and I am most certain I would have spoken in a highly unflattering tone. This evening; however, all I wanted was to accept the task at hand and to show myself that I can do a lot more than I think I can.  Part of my decision to accept Master's proposal came from my most recent of reflections and how I want to be pushed, how I want to experience more things even though I feel trepidation and tonight seemed like a wonderfully not so challenging opportunity in taking my first step.

Once we arrived home I tended to making dinner and it was not until I was about to serve our meal that I took two ice cubes from the freezer and placed them in a bowl in the fridge.  Master had granted me permission to do so in order for the cubes to melt slightly so that the corners were not as sharp.  Fortunately, unfortunately, depending on how one looks at it, by the time I was ready for my shower, the cubes had melted considerably.  Even though they were much smaller I was still nervous and as Master followed me upstairs to the master bath, I could not help but feel those little pangs of uncharterd fear.  Rationally I knew nothing bad was going to happen to me; still as I lowered my body onto all fours, my forehead resting on the cool ceramic, I could not help but force myself to breathe deep, all while pushing out, while Master inserted the first cube inside me.

The instant I felt the icy water enter me, my entire body jerked and I had to force myself to relax enough for Master to push the second one in.  It was one of the most peculiar feelings, to feel such cool water enter me and my body obviously was not in favour, for it began to cramp.  The tightening of my muscles was short lived due to Master guiding me into the shower allowing the warm water to penetrate my flesh.  If I had to guess I would say the ice melted almost immediately once placed inside of me; however, there was a phantom chill left deep within my belly for the entire duration of my lengthy shower and much to my surprise I was happy for it.  (Even now, as I sit all nestled on the chesterfield, a warm blanket draped across my legs and hips, I can not help but smile for the simple reason that I obeyed. I obeyed without protest.)

Often times I hear people making statements about experiences needing to be extreme in order for them to learn, to grow.  I would not doubt that this is true for some and even for myself from time to time; however, this one small moment has left a huge impact inside me and I feel far more confident in my obedience, in my desire to be a pleasing slave, in my lust to try more things.

~His

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