As you stand in the shower, head hanging, luxuriating in the relaxation the hot water brings, your sexy body running with water, beads glistening in the small hairs which curl against your chest like a lover’s head, the creak of the opening door alarms you.
Beginning to turn, you feel small, warm, hands capture your wrists and your surprise only increases as you feel the stiff leather cuffs snapping closed around them. Then you feel a slippery feminine body pressed against your back, hard, aroused nipples brushing across your soft damp skin, and she whispers a command in your ear, “Stand still. Don’t turn around” before drawing your earlobe into her mouth and sucking it hungrily.
The feeling of her tongue sliding against your damp, soft sensitive skin ignites your body, desire flaming in your loins, fanning through your body like a flame as her hands spread your legs and push your head down, so you stand, hand cuffed behind you, head hanging, water cascading over your immobile form, as your manhood begins to swell with lust and you murmur, “Yes, mistress.”
That delicately female form slides around you, pressing her skin against yours. As she reaches your side, her fantastic breasts just touching one of your nipples, you begin to raise your head, to sample her with your eyes, ravish her secretly in your gaze, and she gently yanks your head down by the hair until your chin touches your chest, and at the same instant, brings the flat of her hand hard – extremely hard – against your arse, then again, and again.
Anger flares in her voice, as thrills run through your body and your penis hardens, and she hisses through a mouthful of your shoulder’s flesh clamped in her teeth, “Did I tell you you could look? Did I?”
Hesitating in your answer, lost momentarily in your growing desire to touch and taste this essence of woman who holds your arousal as tight as the collar and leash she now slips around your neck. At the touch of her hands on your neck, the erotic suggestion of what her hands on your flesh can be, your swollen cock, rigid and aching for her, twitches involuntarily, and your body twists towards her, being held away by her firm grip on the wet leather of your leash. The drumming of the water on your erection is torment, reminding you as it does of the drips of her moisture that fall onto your tongue as she climaxes over your mouth... her taste, her smell, burying your face against her and sucking and licking on her clit, feeling her spasms as she orders you to bring her to the edge and then to take her over…
A moan of sheer craving escapes your lips, and a bead of fluid forms, hanging on the end of your penis, which is now throbbing, burning for her touch, her body, her attention.
As you feel her body leave your skin, you barely have time to wonder where she is before the heat of her breath passes your hot flesh and you realise her mouth has swept the fluid from you without the touch you crave.
She moves behind you again, the cuffs are undone; you reach for her, needing her magnificent body under your hands… her large, soft breasts, the flare of her hips from a tiny waist. Silken legs, thick, long black pubic hair hiding paradise in slickly moist folds of skin.
Then the cuffs are fastened again, in front of you now and her voice almost purrs with pleasure as she asks, “How shall I punish you?”
“What, mistress?”
“I ordered you to stand still and not to look at me. You did both of those. How shall I punish you?”
You swallow, thinking of past punishments, of the highs of pleasure this woman can give you… and her absolute capability to walk away and leave you tormented with lust.
“I don’t know, mistress” you say quietly, trying to resist the urge to look up at her red, red lips, swollen with satisfaction at the role she plays, her domination over you giving her secret pleasure… making her wet and horny, throbbing with desire, just as you are. But this lady is quite capable of pleasing herself…
“Bend over,” she demands, and you instantly comply. Your arse in the air, exposing you intimately… the puckered corona of your arsehole, your hairy balls purpling with the duration of this incredible arousal, all made clear and somehow even more naked by the water which slicks down your wiry pubic curls, exposing every detail of you to this woman. Your whole body clenches in a sudden burst of gratification as she plunges her tongue up to the hilt into your arse, stroking your G-spot rapidly, flicking at your most intimate and hypersensitive places, bringing you pleasure beyond words before she stands, drawing you up, her slick skin rubbing along the soaking leather, sensual and suggestive – you can’t take you eyes off it, desperate to put your swollen, hungry cock in place of that thin leather strap, have her touch you, grip you, wank you, pleasure you…
Instead she steps in front of you, announcing that you may look at her and you raise you eyes from her fingers and to her body for the first time.
Dripping wet from head to toe (a total of five and a half feet), she is at almost eye level with your six feet – looking down, black PVC stilettos account for this, their metal heels squeaking on the bottom of the shower as the water glints off them. As you eyes travel up her divine figure, up sheer, smooth-skinned legs that seem a mile high, you see what she is wearing and your stiffened manhood aches with lust…
All in black, the basque covers her from the very top of her breasts to the high-cut thighs, and should have been no more indecent than a swimsuit, (though, as your memory reminds you wickedly, there’s no such thing as not indecent when this woman is in a swimsuit).
However, the material is a sheer Lycra, stretched to the point of invisibility against her skin. Every freckle, every mark upon her skin is visible through the material, including the erect, straining nipples which her fingers are pinching and caressing as her lips part with desire and her tongue flickers out – quite apart from the long split which begins just below her navel, goes down between her thighs much as you have so often fantasised about doing, and comes up behind her as she turns round, to finish above the cleft of her arse, exposing the whole slit of her sex to your inspection.
She bends over, mimicking her earlier orders to you, and begins to touch herself. You throb with desire, wishing and longing for freedom as she slides fingers up her labia, which glisten with more than the shower’s water. Soft sighs escape her as her finger finds her clit and the opening to her vagina, dipping in, tasting herself by licking her fingers and then flicking quickly at her engorged clitoris, stroking herself and sighing in ecstasy as she speaks to you again.
“Touch yourself. Wank for me.”
She is watching you between her legs, as you see the whole of her dripping, swollen red sex, from her arsehole, crinkled around the finger she thrusts into it, gasping, to her clit in the forest of bushy hair slicked down by water to give away every secret of her body. She writhes in pleasure as her body comes close to climax, all the while watching you…
You wrap your hand around your tender manhood, moving fast and furious, craving the body only inches away from you, wanting to plunge your distended cock into the sweet flesh of the woman before you, to pulse in and out, to thrust against her body as you desperately thrust against your hand, to fuck her as you do in your imagination now, fast and furious, your hands both touching you now, the cuffs restricting you, limiting the pleasure you may have, one hand fondling your balls as the short chain connecting the cuffs slaps against them enticingly with your frantic movements.
As she moans again, her body quivering, she turns round and pushes you out of the shower, stepping out of you afterwards and yanking the leather leash she holds to snap your lusting body up against her own.
Pushing you hard, you land on your back violently, the shock sending spasms of pleasure through you – you’re so aroused that pain is transformed into heightened pleasure. She falls with you, landing on top of you, lifts herself up and impales herself on you, driving down hard, fucking you hard, and almost screaming in pleasure.
Your ecstasy at finally being inside her overflows, your whole body shaking with pleasure, the tension inside you building still – as it has been doing from the moment you heard the door open. She reaches round, fondling your testes, fingering your arse gently, bringing you closer, as her muscles ripple around your manhood, the two of you as close as you can be, teetering on the brink.
As both of you twitch together with you inside her, it’s the final movement which thrusts you over the edge. Pulsing inside her as she pulls down onto you, both of you climaxing together, her muscles squeezing you so hard, you pulsating inside her as your hot seed begins to spurt out into her body, she leans down and bites your lips, throwing you both over the edge into elation, as your bodies orgasm together.