A/N: This is my first time writing smut, and the first time writing BDSM as well... So it'll probably be horrible since I'm still a virgin and know nothing about the BDSM lifestyle. I have never even been to a BDSM club or anything... Please forgive the mistakes.
Oh note: Her/She refers to the currently unnamed female character in this chapter (I'm sure you guys already know who she is. The Ice Queen will be referred to as the Ice Queen, the Queen, or just her/she (uncapitalised) hope you guys don't get confused.
Okay, I don't own Frozen. BDSM smut ahead... you might wanna take note.
EDIT (5/8/14): Fixed all them formatting errors, SORRY BOUT THAT!
"Ice Queen will be with you shortly." Gertrude left the room.
She was on a huge, king-sized bed, spread eagled on Her back, satin restraints tied to Her limbs, holding them in place. The only clothes She had on Her was a single blindfold, as was the norm when expecting service from this particular domme, so every sound, every scent scuffed against Her senses.
The Ice Queen was the most popular and requested-for domme in Link, the local, friendly and expensive BDSM club; her services were out of the world… but so were her prices. But the Ice Queen had her own policies: each client was to be restrained and blindfolded. As a result, no client has ever touched the Ice Queen, nor have they even seen her face. There was thus this mysterious aura around her that left people craving for more, particularly since the Ice Queen was… very good at her job. As a result, this particular client kept coming back every Saturday, without fail, ever since Her first session a few months ago, not even blinking at the exorbitant prices.
The door to the room opened then shut with a soft click. Padded footfalls approached Her, then halted at the foot of Her bed. Her breathing grew rapid, unsteady.
"You again. Every Saturday night, huh?" The sultry, husky and infinitely sexy voice of the Ice Queen sent a jolt down Her body, straight to Her groin, where She felt Her warm arousal pool at Her core.
She gulped. "Hiya."
The Ice Queen chose not to answer, but instead brief Her once again on the safe words.
"Before we begin, our safe words are yellow, and red. If you do not wish to continue with a particular activity, but not for the session to stop, then tell me yellow. And red; if you wish to terminate all activities and no longer have the intention or inclination to continue. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I know all of this already. This isn't my first time with you, you know?"
There was a short rustling of papers. The Ice Queen was flipping through Her file.
"Procedure." Was the Ice Queen's monosyllabic reply. "Submissive. Requested for soft bondage to relax, physical punishment, but no marks to be left on neck, face, forearms and hands, and below the knee. Soft limits: Anal penetration. Hard limits: fisting, electricity, fire play (minimal hot wax is excluded), breath regulation, choking, body wastes, annilingus… Did I get everything down?"
"Yep."
"Yes, Ma'am." Steel entered the husky voice. Well, that was hot.
So it begins.
"Ye-yes Ma'am." Could She be anymore turned on?
"Now for my rules: You will, for the duration of this session, address me as 'Ma'am', 'Your Majesty', or 'My Queen'. You will, at every single instant of this session, obey my will, submit to me, and obey my commands, unless the activities I command you to do are beyond your threshold, to which you will safeword, am I clear?"
Fuck, for Her to submit Her body and soul to the Ice Queen? To obey and just belong to the Ice Queen? It was ironic, but the Ice Queen's cold voice got Her hot. Her breathing got erratic.
"Yes, Ma'am." She managed to stutter out.
"You will not touch me, nor will you attempt to get out of your bonds or try to loosen your blindfold. In other words, you shall not touch me, nor will you see me, am I understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good…"
Another rustle of papers, this time accompanied by a muffled thud. The Ice Queen had dropped Her file on the floor.
"So… Have you been behaving since your last visit, you slut?"
She could hear the Ice Queen circling the bed, checking the restraints, testing them, nimble fingers lingering over Her heated skin, stroking lightly, teasingly. Her breath caught in Her chest.
"N- no, Your Majesty."
"No…?" The teasing touches ceased, and She could hear the Ice Queen undo her belt on Her right, just next to Her head, and, not for the first time, She wondered what Her Queen looked like undressing… it had to be sexy as hell… but the question of Her domme hit Her in the gut.
"I have been a terrible per—"
Slap.
She whimpered as the harsh, sudden sting of the Ice Queen's slap resonated across Her face. She stifled a whine.
"Did I give you the permission to speak, cunt?"
"N—"
Slap.
"Did I ask you to answer me, slut?"
Silence. Well, today was more intense than usual… It was as if the Ice Queen knew, instinctively, just what She needed.
"You don't make a sound until I tell you to. You don't move unless I give you permission to. You don't think until I order you to. Is that clear? Answer me."
"Yes, Ma'am." Her core was leaking liquid arousal. It was ridiculous how turned on She already was by this total domination. She… needed it.
"That's right, bitch… I own you. Every single part of you. You are mine, and mine alone… got that, you slut? You no longer have control over yourself… I do."
Silence again. Then the footfalls resumed their pacing, headed towards the foot of the bed again.
"Who owns you, your mind, your soul, and… your body?"
The question was punctuated with a slap to Her most delicate place, and, not anticipating it, She let out an involuntary gasp.
"Quiet!" Another stinging slap to Her privates. This time, She managed to stay silent in the midst of Her pain-pleasure.
"Good. Now answer me."
Holy shit, this was intense.
"Y-you, My Queen…" She managed to stutter out.
"Good girl… But it seems that I still have to punish you for being a bad girl this week, and for speaking out of turn." The Ice Queen announced.
She gulped. Oh… yes, She could hardly wait to be punished, especially by the Ice Queen… She needed it, even.
The Ice Queen snapped the belt together.
"Count."
She was salivating in anticipation.
The first whip of the belt fell on Her belly. Holy fuck, it hurt. The Ice Queen was exceptionally heavy handed today. It was only the first stroke, but already She could feel the guilt, the stress and all negative emotions leaking from Her. She was being punished, and it was just what She needed.
So good…
Twack.
"Ah!" She could not help the gasp that escaped Her.
"That's twice you've disobeyed me today… keep count of that…"
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry!"
Thwack!
Holy crap, the Ice Queen was going all out today, not restraining herself at all.
"Three times now. I don't care how sorry you feel. When you are in here, I own you, and you are not allowed to even think of anything else, understand?"
She knew better than to answer the Ice Queen, instead allowing the message to sink in, that She really belonged to the Ice Queen, and She didn't have to make decisions, to think. She could just… feel.
"Good…" the Ice Queen's voice was smooth. "Now… Count!"
Thwack. Oh fuck, that was hard…
"Mhh…Three!"
Slap.
"Start from one! Again!"
Thwack.
"One!"
Slap.
"One, who? Recount!" Fuck…
Thwack.
"One, My Queen!"
Thwack.
"Two, My Queen!"
Thwack.
"Three, My Queen!"
The blows rained down, each as hard or harder as before, until Her belly was raw and burning. Then on the tenth count, the Ice Queen lashed at Her thighs instead. She was glad…She was beginning to reach Her limit for pain on Her belly. And the pain on Her thighs was… hot… to say the least.
At the twentieth count, the whipping stopped, leaving Her a puddle of helpless, pained, and aroused goo. The Ice Queen stepped away, and popped the cap to a bottle of… something… that filled the air with a fruity scent. She sniffed interestedly at the air.
"Don't make a sound."
Coming back to the bed, the Ice Queen gently pressed cool hands down onto Her belly. She bit back a sigh of pain and relief as the solution did wonders to Her stinging belly. Then the Ice Queen began to move, massaging tender, sometimes broken skin. When the Queen was done with Her belly, She moved down to Her thighs, doing the same with extraordinary gentleness.
The Queen's hands were driving Her mad, and they were barely begun.
"Good girl. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
She bit Her lip, now more aroused than anything. The Ice Queen was rubbing, massaging gently, blowing lightly of the sensitive skin.
"Are you okay? Answer me."
"Yes, Ma'am." It was weird; the person who cared most about Her well- being was Her torturer.
"Good girl." The Ice Queen stopped all ministrations, and She could hear the Queen rummaging through a drawer on Her left, before a high tinkling sound filled the air.
Her body tensed in anticipation. This was new.
The drawer slammed shut, and the Ice Queen strode back to the bed. There was some rustling, before She felt the bed depress near Her legs as the Ice Queen got into the bed with Her. The Ice Queen loosened the restraints on Her feet so She could prop Her knees up. Then the Ice Queen brought both their sexes together. With a jolt, She realised that the Ice Queen had undressed.
"Ah… Such a naughty girl… We've just begun, but you're already so wet?"
Her breathing spiked as a lone finger dragged up Her slit, before pressing hard onto Her clit. She spasmed, a slight gurgle escaping Her throat.
The finger was removed, and there was another clack as the Ice Queen popped the cap of yet another bottle. The high tinkling sound returned, but this time, She managed to identify the sound as glass clinking togeter… with lube.
Fuck…
The cool, smooth glass was already pressed gently against Her entrance.
"I want you to safeword if this gets too painful, but I want you to try your best…"
She had never needed to safeword with the Ice Queen before… Her heart nearly burst at the amount of trust She had for the Ice Queen.
Then it went further, and further into Her, and She gasped at just how large it actually was… Larger than anything She had ever… stuck inside Her.
"Suck it in."
Her breathing grew laboured, but She did as She was told, contracting Her muscles as tightly as She could, trying to draw it in even as it stretched Her, filled Her. It was so cold, so smooth…
Even so, it hurt.
"Ah!" The temptation to safeword grew with Her pain, but still She hung in there, trusting the Ice Queen, trusting Her torturer.
The pressure on the ball was unrelenting. "Come on, you slut. Do it."
She clenched Her hands, fingernails digging into Her palm, eyes watering from the pain…
With a slight pop, the ball went in, entirely. She doubted if She had ever felt so… stretched.
"Good girl…" The Ice Queen massaged Her still tender entrance gently, making Her feel so good that She could feel Her walls expanding slightly to take the ball in. Pain was now slowly being replaced by pleasure, and She started moving Her hips in time with the Ice Queen's fingers. The massage stopped, and a stinging slap was delivered to Her thigh, which erupted in pain again.
"Did I say you could move? That's the fourth time you've disobeyed me today. Remember that. You really are becoming a naughty girl, aren't you? What should I do to you? Answer me."
"Please… Please punish me, Ma'am…" She could feel Her tears slipping down Her face, some of it getting caught in Her blindfold.
"Very well." The Ice Queen pressed another glass ball against Her.
What?! No, no no. She was already full to the point of bursting with just one ball in Her, how could She even take one more inside Her?
"I… I can't!"
"You can. And you will, because this is your punishment," The balls clinked together again… this time within Her. She whimpered slightly. "And because I said so. Who owns you? Answer me."
"Y-you… Your Majesty…"
"So if I tell you to do it, you do it. I know you can do it, so you better do it, or else, there will be… repercussions. Do you understand me? Answer me."
She sniffled slightly. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. Now suck it in."
She bit Her lip, and did as She was told, expanding and contracting Her inner walls as the Ice Queen pushed the egg-like ball into Her. This time, oddly enough, it went in with greater ease, and She laid panting on the bed, stretched to Her fullest. She could feel each slight movement She made as the balls were nestled deeply within Her.
"You are a slut, aren't you? Look at you, holding something so big in you… Well, keep it there, and don't you dare cum without my permission. Understood? Answer me."
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty!" She gasped.
She felt the bed depress as the Ice Queen crawled up the length of Her body, licking and nipping occasionally at Her body and torso. That, coupled with sensation of the balls in Her as the bed sunk and rose at odd places, nearly finished Her. But the Ice Queen chose this opportune time to bite down on Her collarbone… hard, and the pain sapped some of Her pleasure, leaving Her frustrated but still very much aroused.
"Do. Not. Cum."
Fuck… the Ice Queen knew Her too well, could read Her body too well…
Then the Ice Queen captured Her lips in a hard, bruising but—mph!—hot kiss that left Her thoughts in a muddled mess and drugged Her senses.
"Mhhh…" The Ice Queen broke apart from the kiss and continued to move up and north—until She could feel damp lips—of another kind—against Her own.
The Ice Queen was sitting on Her face.
"Make me cum."
Under the cover of Her blindfold, She blinked. The Ice Queen never requested for anyone to get Her off. She didn't ask anyone to touch Her, period. But She never... The Ice Queen took Her virginity, and She had never learnt how to pleasure someone else…
"I don't—" The Ice Queen pressed harder onto Her mouth, effectively silencing Her. With a moan, She set to work, licking, sucking, nipping at the Ice Queen, doing what the Ice Queen previously did to make Her come.
The moans and grunts that soon filled the air was encouragement enough.
Damn, the Ice Queen was sweet, salty, slightly tangy, but the smell of Her arousal…Wow…
The Ice Queen started moving, hard, and She moved with the Ice Queen, but the balls in Her were less reluctant to move, and She could feel Her own finish approaching fast.
The Ice Queen came with a drawn out scream, and squirted all over Her face. She was surprised to note that the Ice Queen was a squirter, and that She, a complete novice, was able to make the undoubtedly experienced Ice Queen cum with such vigour.
She continued lapping up whatever juices She could, but groaned when the Ice Queen shifted away. No, no, no, no, She was so close to cumming… She writhed in bed, so, so very close, but unable to find anything to topple Her over the edge.
The Ice Queen chuckled darkly. "Are you close to cumming? Do you want to cum? Answer me."
She nodded frantically. "Yes… Yes, please! Please, Your Majesty!"
The Ice Queen got out of bed.
"Remind me of the number of times you have disobeyed me tonight. You may answer."
She grasped wildy around for an answer, pulling against Her restraints, desperate for release…
"Four! Four, My Queen!"
"Exactly."
A sudden wave of cold ran through Her body, effectively killing Her orgasm.
Four. She was going to be denied of four orgasms.
"I want you to count with me. 'One.' Say it."
"One... My Queen."
She heard the Ice Queen snort. "Very good. Now, on to the next few, shall we? We don't have all night."
The Ice Queen got into bed again, and this time, the Queen played with the balls, moving them in and out repeatedly (She figured it was attached to some strings.) and sucking on Her clit until She was so, so very close, arching Her back and almost screaming in pleasure, right at the very edge…
Then everything stopped, until She was crying out in frustration.
"Two."
"Two… My Queen."
It was like running a marathon for food, but only getting whiffs of the most delicious delicacies before having to continue running again.
The next time, the Ice Queen used Her hands, tongue and lips to drive Her up the wall. And bring Her to a crashing halt.
"Three."
"Th-Three, Your Majesty." This time She was really was crying.
The last time, the Ice Queen just used bare hands, for heaven's sake, stroked Her fire to a near inferno before freezing it ice cold. This time, She was just so overcome with exhaustion that She didn't think at all.
"Four."
"Four, Your Majesty."
"Are you ever going to disobey me again?"
"No, Your Majesty."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good girl."
The Ice Queen redid all Her restraints, so that She was stretched slightly over the bed. The Ice Queen then moved to straddle Her.
"I am going to fuck you hard now, and there will be pain, but you will be allowed to cum, only when I tell you to. Understand?"
"Yes, My Queen."
The Ice Queen claimed Her mouth in a ruthless, if passionate kiss. She moaned as the Queen's tongue demanded entrance into Her mouth, and then relentlessly explored Her mouth, stroking the roof of Her mouth, Her inner cheeks, and their moans were lost in the other's. The Ice Queen then began exploring, hands massaging Her breasts none-too-gently, pinching Her nipples and twisting them mercilessly. She screamed into the Ice Queen's mouth, because the pain was filled with pleasure and with four denied orgasms, such teases only served to shoot Her desire through the roof. She took comfort that She would, in the end, be able to cum this time.
"Not yet." Came the order, and She groaned, Her core so hot and so tight and the balls were still in Here and everything was just so much more intense because She needed to cum.
But even though She was close to finish, the Ice Queen was just beginning, because the Queen began marking Her as the Queen's property, biting and sucking hard from Her biceps to Her collarbones to Her breasts, every inch of Her that was within the stipulations.
Everything was so intense, Her body. Was. On. Fire. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck….!
Pain and pleasure mixed together in a heady cocktail that drove Her utterly insane, and Her impending orgasm was going to be of epic proportions.
"Hold it…"
She tugged on Her restraints, holding it in by a thread, and then the Ice Queen ground their clits together in a strong, sure motion. They were finally together, their sexes, their juices, and in that moment, She felt Her being melt, coalescing into the Ice Queen, until She really was part of the Ice Queen. The balls in Her shuddered with the impact, creating sensations She never knew existed.
She screamed, unabashedly, loudly. But still She did not cum. She would follow Her Queen's orders, or die trying.
"You belong to me. No one else… always remember that."
"Yes, yes, yes, Your Majesty!"
The Queen slammed into Her again, and the balls, oh god, the balls. Fuck….
The thrusts grew harder, and harder, rolling the balls back and forth within Her, until She was crying and pleading with need. The Ice Queen then took Her in royal arms, cradling Her and whispering, "Cum."
With that, the Ice Queen jerked both balls out of Her and rammed their clits together.
The orgasm was blinding, it consumed Her body, Her soul, there were no other thoughts but on the gentle arms cradling Her while hips ground hard into Her. She came, and came and came, orgasm after mind-blowing, earth shaking orgasm, back arching off the bed in pure bliss because the Ice Queen kept moving their hips together.
"My Queen, my Queen!
Then She flopped onto the bed, bones and muscles like jelly, and absolutely spent. The Ice Queen kissed Her forehead, stroking Her hair, but pulled away. She would have complained, but Her exhaustion made it impossible. Even so, She missed the warmth of the other woman.
"My, my. Look at how much you've stained the sheets. Squirted for the first time, huh?"
She let out a mindless gurgle of sound.
"I guess that concludes out session today. Do you require aftercare?"
She was very proud when She managed to utter a "Mmhmm…"
The Queen chuckled in amusement. "Very well…Today was all about stretching limits, Snowflake. From the moment you wanted to tell me that you're a terrible person, I guessed that you could do with a little ego boosting. I'm guessing you had a shitty week? I know sometimes we require affirmation that we are bad, that we truly are the fuck ups we think we are, and just have people tell us honestly and without the sugar and icing. Which is why some people turn to BDSM, to find an outlet for all these emotions.
"But I knew you could do all those things I asked of you. You don't know what you're capable of until you've been stretched. Have more confidence in yourself. You are wonderful. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
She sniffled, even as She felt a burgeoning pride for Herself grow in Her. The Ice Queen, in all her cold, commandingly regal, mind blastingly sexual splendour, had a tender side that could not be found anywhere else.
And She found it infinitely ironic that out of all Her friends and family, and of all the people closest to Her, who knew Her for years and years on end, knew close to nothing on what the Ice Queen, a practical stranger whom She has never even seen, knew and understood about Her.
"Please… could you just… hold me?" The tears were slipping down Her face in rapid torrents now, the emotional ordeals of the past week and… past session taking it's toll on Her.
The Ice Queen shifted, seemingly hesitating on the bed. Then the Queen moved up, pressing Her head to the Queen's chest, cuddling Her in a protective embrace.
"It's okay…" The Queen cooed.
"Can… Can I please hold you too?" She asked timidly.
The Queen stiffened, and a reply was long in coming. "I… I do not like people touching me." The Queen said slowly.
She nodded in affirmation, dejected. "I'd guessed as much…" try as She did to keep the disappointment out of Her voice, Her voice was still laced with regret.
The Queen sucked in a deep breath. "If… If you promise that you do not take out your blindfold, and that your hands touch nowhere but my back… then I will undo your restraints... just this once, okay? "
There was no hesitation. "Okay, I promise!"
The Ice Queen moved slowly, undoing one restraint and then the other, leaving those on Her leg unmolested. She immediately wrapped Her arms around the Ice Queen and buried Her face into the Queen's shoulder, blindfold still firmly attached to Her face.
The Ice Queen stiffened at the sudden contact, then relaxed when the Queen realised that She was still keeping to the promise, and not crossing any boundaries.
They held each other in their arms for some time, until there was a knock on the door.
"Yo, your time is up. You have ten minutes to get dressed and get out, Icy. Then I'm coming in for the client."
"Understood." The Ice Queen disengaged from the embrace, looping the restraints back in place.
When She realised what was happening, She immediately struggled, but it was too late, the restraints were back, and She was again helpless, unable to move, unable to see. "Wha—no, no, no! I can pay extra! Please!"
The Ice Queen sounded truly regretful. "Sorry Snowflake, but my last shift is up."
Ice cold dread coursed through Her system.
"Wh-what?"
The Ice Queen was shifting around the room, presumably dressing.
"This is my last session with Link. I resigned."
"N-No! Please, is there any way I could contact you after this?
"I'm sorry, Snowflake, but I want to start my life anew. With no one knowing my connection with link. I'm sorry. I'm not exactly… proud of this job. Please understand that. I am attached to you, too, but I don't want this affecting my future. I'm sorry…"
The Queen pressed a soft but firm kiss on Her forehead again, then straightened and left the room with a click of the door that resounded finality.
She cried, long and hard, knowing that She was stranded, never going to see the Ice Queen again, even though it probably was best for the Ice Queen's life.
She didn't even know her name, doesn't even know what she looked like. But She knew one thing, even as the assistant untied Her from Her restraints and She tore Her blindfold off and ran out of the room and into the main corridor and counter, not bothering to get dressed. Her face fell dramatically when she could not even catch a glimpse of the Ice Queen…
Her heart had long been stolen by the Queen of Ice.
A/N: This MAY be a multi- chaptered fic, I don't know. But I DO know that I did badly, so please leave me a review of how I can improve? Pretty please?