Her Whim by Anonymous

He was nervous.  This lady had said that today was to be the day he pleasured another for her entertainment.  He was not looking forward to it. Fear gripped him, more than the icy cold of recent snowfall. Tentatively knocking at the door, he awaited an answer.  He was in his usual pose. The door opened slowly.   She was leaning against the wall, smiling mischievously, and she beckoning him in. The hot air inside rushed out, kissing his reddened cheeks as it passed by, reminding him to hurry inside.

Just as he was preparing to remove his coat, he was stopped by her soft grip on his shoulder. "You'll need that. The snow has blocked up every path in my garden. You will be spending the first part of your visit fixing that. Oh...  Also, do make a couple of pretty snowmen, facing each other, with what you collect." Her words spilled out almost lyrically, enchanting him.  He fell into that submissive space where he was almost a robot, programmed by her desire. He trudged out the back to begin his task, not even considering the possible absurdity of his lady's requests.

Almost an hour later, the paths were clear, the garden was tidy, the tools were put away -- and two snowmen had been constructed. He came to the door for two carrots and to report the completion of his tasks.  His lady met him both with a warm hug and with a cup of tea to soothe his chilled hands. "Finish the snowmen, and then I'll introduce you to the persons that you will be pleasuring for me." The words bit into him, freezing for a second.  He'd almost forgotten that part of his task for today. He trudged out to the snowmen and placed the carrots as noses.  He then turned to wait upon his dominant.

Hands behind her back, standing straight and confident, she gazed upon him, grinning. "They are quite eager to meet you, I'm sure you'll warm them right up. Now strip.  Right here in the snow." He hesitated, but only for a second. He tore his clothes off hurriedly.  He did not like to keep his lady waiting, and she disliked it even more. When he had finished, he got down upon his knees,  cringing in the cold, waiting for her next command,

From behind her back, his dominant produced two big black strap-ons.  She waved them a little to make sure she had caught his attention. She strode first to her boy, and then to the snowmen, and placed one around each of the snowmen. "Meet your partners, pet. You'll be pleasing these two until I am sure they are satisfied." His eyes were wide; he was filled with a mixture of confusion, shock and embarrassment. His partners were snowmen? He couldn't refuse or even protest, as that would be a disappointment to her. His bit his lip and briefly squirmed in the cold . "And do put on a good show," she murmured into his ear.  She leaned over his back after she had finished positioning the toys. "If I don't enjoy the show you'll be reprimanded."

He hurriedly changed position, kneeling before one of the snowmen, trying to decide what his lady wanted. He began to suck upon its toy, using his hands to steady himself as he made sure to coat the entire thing in a generous amount of saliva. He tried his best to pretend it was attached to his lady, as before.  He focused his energy on pleasing.

"Don't neglect either one.  They both need attention you know, or one will be jealous!" He almost jumped at her words, turning about.  He repositioned himself to replace his mouth with his tight little ass.  He then began to suck the other snowman. Stretching out, skin reddened by contact with the snow, it was only his fervor that kept him from shivering. He rode one toy and sucked the other one to the best of his ability, writhing and bucking with a display of faux-sexual need rivaling that of cheap pornography.

After a while, and after many labored moans and many heavy pants, his lady began to quietly applaud. He drew himself off one frozen lover, and then, removing his mouth, faced his dominant. "Well done, pet. Now come to me." She beckoned, and she soon embraced his naked form. She softly petted him in appreciation of him and to reward him for diligently completing his task. "Go inside and clean up.  I want you ready in my bedroom. I know you've not had enough to be satisfied -- just yet." She spoke with the naughtiest smirk he'd ever seen.

Crawling inside, he knew he'd be sore in the morning.  Still, he was happy he'd pleased and he was very happy that he'd soon be taking it from the only lover he'd ever really needed. She chuckled, watching his naked rear sway into her house, bemused by the red marks of snow-contact. She wondered where she might add her own.