Tip the ice

As the lever is pulled, you feel the wedge of ice shift beneath you, suddenly tipping backward. You fall with it, and as you're sent sliding down, its front end comes up a the same time, realigning the wedge's tip to put pressure solely upon the front of your crotch as it's dragged down the back end of the block.

You gasp as the ice finds new skin to chill, the chains holding you up forcing your body weight on that one pressure point. Slowly at first, but then with the same speed as you were sent back, the ice wedge pitches forward, the rear end coming up between your legs once more as you're now sent sliding down in the opposite direction, the subtle grooves melted into the ice making the ride bumpy and strangely pleasurable. Your chains feel like they have some give, making the sudden stop less than jarring.

At the front end of the wedge reaches the lowest point, you slide all the way down to where the tip is pressed against your ass. Your arms are stretched back, and your toes graze the ice behind you. The Cerulean Queen stands before the freezing mechanism, the slightest hint of a smile gracing her pale lips as her icy blue eyes meet your gasping expression. She keeps watching as the table pivots again beneath you, sending you back down the slippery see-saw of cold, cold ice.

It's almost like a mechanical bull, swinging you in a gentle rhythm and sending your body along the ever-changing landscape of invasive grooves and ridges your body heat melts into the ice. Your lower half is quickly soaked and your panties are dragged along until they're worn through, giving the ice uninterrupted access to your privates. The ride slowly but surely both numbs and excites you, every trip down the wedge leaving you gasping and making the little bit of pleasure you get that much harder to hold on to.

All you can do while you're sent back and forth is watch the Cerulean Queen standing before you as she seems to take some vicarious pleasure in watching you. Her hands roam her blue dress, back arched as she fondles her chest and rubs at her crotch through her skirt. Her eyes take on a dreamy expression as her lips part, enjoying the show of your body swinging along. You feel as though your own pleasure is frustratingly withheld by the chill of the ice. Her attentive gaze soon seems to notice that fact as she steps closer...