I knew I'd be doing "yardwork," but that was all the information I had. The grass needed cutting and that was to be my job. Using an old fashioned push mower and wearing a "special outfit." I had no idea what was in store for me, but soon enough, I'd find out.

I looked at the bed, examining my yardwork outfit. There was a thick collar, which when worn, would prevent me from even turning my head. For clothes, there was only a pair of pink satin panties, a white garter belt, stockings, and pink 4" pumps.

You had already set up a chair on the porch when I meekly stepped out in my collar, panties, stockings, garters and heels. You almost fell off your chair laughing as I walked past you, blushing, making my way to the mower in the front yard. As I walked across the porch, the rubbing of the satin against my cock, combined with you gaze gave me an incredible erection, clearly visible to anyone who walked by.

I tried to cut the grass very quickly, but the heels made walking difficult. The heat had me sweating almost immediately. As I worked, I could hear the comments and remarks from passers-by, but the thick collar made it impossible to turn my head without turning to face them completely.

As I worked, I could feel the panties sticking to my sweating butt, and my legs were getting hotter as well. Being so watched, so on display made my erection grow.

Once done, I was led to the bathroom. I removed my shoes and stood in the shower, raising my arms over my head. My wrists were shackled over my head and a thick rubber blindfold was placed over my eyes.

"You did a nice job," you whisper to me as the warm water flows over my body. I moaned softly as the soapy sponge was traced all over my body. I twisted as the water made the panties and stockings stick to me. As they began to feel heavier, you slowly slid them off my body, leaving me naked.

I felt a rough sponge on my cock.

"What's this?" you ask, "did I say you could get hard?"

Your question makes my throbbing cock twitch.

"And yet, here you are hard as a rock," you say, in that tone I know all too well.

I hear a small squeak and feel the warm water become slightly less warm.

I realize what you have in mind, and I beg you not to.

Another squeak and the water grows slightly cooler.

I try to move out of the water stream and I realize you are holding the shower nozzle, directing it to wherever I move.

The water, ever so slowly, is becoming colder. I keep squirming, but to no avail.

My erection is still there, but it is slowly subsiding. Then I feel it, the warm soapy sponge surrounding my cock, making it throb again, making it grow to what feels like twice its normal size. The now freezing water washes over my body, making every inch miserable, except my cock, now swallowed by a cocoon of warmth.

I am shivering, I feel my teeth chattering, but my cock feels like it is constantly on the verge of an orgasm. Just as I am about to cum, the sponge is removed and freezing cold water splashes on my cock. In an instant, my erection leaves me and I am cold all over again.

I try to get out of the stream of freezing water, but you don't let me. I beg and plead, but your response is silence. A moment later, my cock is surrounded by a soapy sponge again. This time the water is a little bit hotter, the sponge a little bit rougher, and your laugh a little more sinister.

I thrash in my shackles, really trying to get free. They hold and feel tears well up in my eyes.

I am ready to cum again, and I brace myself for the cold as I beg for you to help me in true desperation. It is going to be a long night. I can tell; you are enjoying it far too much.

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