Day 5: Cold

The Ice Queen was what they called her. Blanche rolled her eyes. So, what if she did not have time for any of senior management's bullshit? So, what if she had no interest in maintaining the old system? So, what if they called her worse… a bitch, a corporate whore, a blonde, brainless bimbo… she would be their boss in a few years. It was only a matter of time. Then she could run the company her way. They would be lucky to have their pensions, let alone their jobs once she was done with them. But it was their latest nickname that amused Blanche the most. The Ice Queen.

They called her that because they saw her as some heartless, unkind woman. Though considering the bar they set for such women were their mothers, wives and mistresses it was no wonder they saw her this way. If a man in Blanche's position acted the same way she did they would probably have called him soft. Certainly not an Ice Queen. Little did they know… Blanche thought with amusement as she made her way into her studio. This was her sanctuary away from all the stress of her busy corporate career. A place where she could enjoy and practice her art. As well as take pleasure in herself…

She stripped off, out of her pinstripe business suit, ditching her heels, discarding her blouse, her pants and freeing her platinum blonde hair from the tight bun she wore it in. Walking through the studio in nothing but her lacy white lingerie she imagined this was exactly what her work colleagues hoped she would come to work in. In their wet dreams, maybe. Blanche shivered as the freezing air of her studio wafted over her snow-white skin, leaving behind goosebumps. She passed by ice sculptures of swans, swordsmen, dragons, trees and even one of a nearly complete castle the size of her car, before coming towards her masterpiece.

A throne of ice. Sculpted in full scale, one to one. It had taken her weeks to carve with a chainsaw and chisel. It was perfect down to the smallest detail. A throne fit for a queen. An Ice Queen. Sitting upon the large piece of carved ice, Blanche let out a shaky breath, steam coming out her mouth before leaning back against the frozen throne. She groaned as her naked back lay against the ice. She loved how it felt against her skin. So cold and stiff. She felt like a powerful Queen of Ice. Reaching to the side she pulled from a small display case her latest royal sceptre.

Like many before it, which she had carefully crafted by hand, this one was long and thick, phallic in shape with a smooth edge to it. Holding it lovingly she brought it down between her breasts, pushing it into the valley of her perfect tits. Many looked at the boob job Blanche had gotten herself as her ticket up the corporate ladder. How wrong they were. She had not gotten these implants for any man, woman, or other person besides herself. They were hers to play with as she fed her sceptre into them. She shivered and openly moaned as the ice pressed her breasts outwards, making them strain against her bra.

Leaving the sceptre wedged between her shivering pale breasts for a moment, Blanche reached back and unclasped her bra before letting it fall down her shoulders. She used her elbows to push her breasts together and keep the ice sceptre firmly lodged between them before reaching up to grasp the phallic carved piece of ice. Running it down her body she felt the trail of cold water it left behind. Her body heat had already started to melt it. She shivered from both the cold and anticipation as the tip of the sceptre inched towards her panty clad pussy. She pressed it briefly against her pussy and almost fell off her throne at the chill that ran up her hot, throbbing mound. It felt so good through her sheer panties.

Blanche ran it along her thighs as she gasped for breath, trying to recover from the intense moment of when it was almost directly against her pussy. She felt so cold and warm at the same time. Her juices were soaking through the panties she wore and flooding the throne below her, merging with the water from the melting ice. Running the sceptre along her thighs sent minor shivers up her spine and gave her moment to recover before she placed the sceptre aside and pulled off her panties, wiggling out of them at record speed. She greedily placed the ice sceptre directly against her hot, gushing cunt lips and cried out in pure eroticism. Her voice echoed around her freezer of a studio as she parted her lips and plunged the icicle into her depths.

The chill went right to her core as she fell back against the throne. Blanche wasted no time pulling and pushing the sceptre out of her hot hole. Already she could feel it melting in her hands as it rubbed against her walls. It was becoming harder and harder to grasp onto. She whimpered knowing she only had minutes at most before her delicately crafted toy was reduced to a puddle. Grunting, she fucked herself with it as she lay back on her throne of ice. The Ice Queen moaned and whined as she felt her orgasm drawing closer and closer. She loved the way her warm body fought against the icy invader. Her breath came out in haggard, shallow bursts as her hips bucked and the cold almost overcame her. But Blanche’s body was so warm she could feel the ice melt faster and faster as her hot walls clamped down upon the icy toy.

She plunged it as deep as she could into her, fingers diving in after the mostly melted sceptre, as her thighs shivered and quivered. She came hard, her screams of pleasure echoing around the room as she almost slid off from the throne; it was so wet and slippery. Powering through her orgasm she clamped her legs shut tightly and locked the ice deep within her even as she came around it. She wanted to feel it melt within her as her warm cum dribbled out between her toned thighs. The last of the cold swept over her insides as she felt her breath hitch and whole-body shiver. God, it felt so good. Blanche whimpered as the last of it faded away and she once more felt empty and far too warm.

Eventually the former Ice Queen would pick herself up from the throne. She studied the clear indent in her throne left behind by her ass, thighs and back as her body heat melted through it. She could buff that out in an hour or two. Making a new ice sceptre would take longer. She liked to craft the perfect dildos to please herself with. And that could take a dozen or more till she got exactly what she wanted.

She really needed to find a better way to do this. Perhaps some way to include a metal base and handle, kind of like a popsicle? Or maybe she should simply make two this time so that after the first melted she had another to continue with. Alternatively, she had always wanted to feel that same chilling pleasure up her ass. Maybe an ice but plug of some kind? Or anal beads? Anal ice cubes? Either way the Ice Queen would return to her throne another day, for now she seriously needed an ice-cold bath and then bed with her air con on all the way. She smiled to herself as she went to enjoy her special brand of frosty aftercare. She could not help laughing at the idea of what her colleagues would think of her if they saw the real Ice Queen.