"Who knew Sharon's mom was so good at handjobs?" Jim contemplated as he drifted in his mixture of bliss and sexual frustration. The ruined orgasm Linda expertly milked out of him still left an ache in Jim's groin, but it was enough that his dick was beginning to soften.
After a short time, Linda came back in the room, carrying a towel wrapped around something.
"I see you haven't cleaned up yet," chided Linda.
"Oh, I was waiting for a towel, thanks Linda," said Jim, meekly.
Linda didn't move, "You expected to clean up with a towel?"
"We...well how else would I?"
Linda's eyes narrowed, seemingly probing Jim, contemplating for a moment, before sighing and giving Jim the towel she was carrying, revealing an ice pack and something Jim could only seen a hint of metallic shine from.
"While you clean that up, let's make sure that cock gets soft, we can't have you with a semi now." Jim sharply inhaled as Linda pressed the ice pack up to his balls and shaft. The coldness initially felt a little exciting and made his cock twitch, to Linda's amusement, but the ice quickly did its job and Jim's cock faded to its usual, soft self.
Jim closed his eyes in relief as Linda lifted the coldness off his genitals, but opened them in panic as he heard a *click*. Jim looked down to see a small pink cage around his limp dick!
"There we are, now we can't have anymore accidents," Linda sneered as she flicked the cage and licked Jim's balls one last time to tease him.
Jim started moaning and begging before Linda shushed him with her finger to his lips. "You're going to have to learn how to deal with your horniness. If you truly can't, then I'll have to really train you. Now, get your clothes on, I don't want to hear any more complaints from you."
Jim, overwhelmed with the predicament he's found himself in, pulls up his pants and gets off the couch, before...