I stood naked facing the bathtub. Mistress walked into the bathroom and tied my wrists together with my hands above my head, securing the ends of the rope to the shower rod.
She turned on the shower, stripped and got in. She ignored me while I watched her wash and condition her long tresses. I stood and watched as she rinsed. She turned towards me, dispensed some soap into her hands and then made eye contact. She smiled as she rubbed the lotion on her breasts, massaging them, running her hands down her body. She touched herself.
She dispensed more soap into her hand. She looked at the palm of her hand, then into my eyes for a moment. She looked down at my cock. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke. My breath deepened, my heart began to pound as she squeezed and pumped, up, down. I could feel the intensity build, my moans of pleasure beginning to match her strokes.
She stopped. Turned away from me and continued her shower, ignoring me while I watched. She soaped up her ass, looked towards me, then moved closer. She began to rub herself against me. My cock pressed against her soapy bottom. She began to slide her slipperiness against my cock. Up and down. My throbbing cock pressed between the crack of her ass and my bottom. My heart pounded, matching the intensity I felt between us.
She stopped. As she caught the lust in my eyes, she smiled and returned to her shower. Washing, rinsing. She filled her hands with soap. Look into her palms, then at me. She leaned towards me. Her breasts pressed against me, she whispered in my ear, "You want to feel my pussy wrapped around your cock, don't you?". She reached down, grabbed my cock pressing them between her thighs. She began to squeeze, rubbing them against the lips of her pussy. My breathing, my heartbeat racing as she continued to squeeze my cock. My moans matching the intensity as my cock throbbed.
She stopped. Turned away from me, and rinsed herself off. She laid down, facing me, her feet up against the edge of the tub. She spread her legs and began to play herself. She looked up at me. With her feet, she began to massage my cock. Stroking, harder, faster, increasing in intensity as my breathing deepened, quickened. My moans growing louder.
She stood up. Continued her shower. I watched. She filled her hands with soap. Look into her palms, then at me. She paused and smiled. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke. My legs and arms now beginning to ache. My heart pounding, My breath racing. She continued to stroke. I could feel the intensity building, but being exhausted, I collapsed, unable to release the energy.
She stopped. Released my wrists from their bindings.
"Rinse yourself off," she said as she stepped out of the shower.
When I was finished, she handed me a towel.
"Get dressed and then let yourself out the door."
She turned on the shower, stripped and got in. She ignored me while I watched her wash and condition her long tresses. I stood and watched as she rinsed. She turned towards me, dispensed some soap into her hands and then made eye contact. She smiled as she rubbed the lotion on her breasts, massaging them, running her hands down her body. She touched herself.
She dispensed more soap into her hand. She looked at the palm of her hand, then into my eyes for a moment. She looked down at my cock. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke. My breath deepened, my heart began to pound as she squeezed and pumped, up, down. I could feel the intensity build, my moans of pleasure beginning to match her strokes.
She stopped. Turned away from me and continued her shower, ignoring me while I watched. She soaped up her ass, looked towards me, then moved closer. She began to rub herself against me. My cock pressed against her soapy bottom. She began to slide her slipperiness against my cock. Up and down. My throbbing cock pressed between the crack of her ass and my bottom. My heart pounded, matching the intensity I felt between us.
She stopped. As she caught the lust in my eyes, she smiled and returned to her shower. Washing, rinsing. She filled her hands with soap. Look into her palms, then at me. She leaned towards me. Her breasts pressed against me, she whispered in my ear, "You want to feel my pussy wrapped around your cock, don't you?". She reached down, grabbed my cock pressing them between her thighs. She began to squeeze, rubbing them against the lips of her pussy. My breathing, my heartbeat racing as she continued to squeeze my cock. My moans matching the intensity as my cock throbbed.
She stopped. Turned away from me, and rinsed herself off. She laid down, facing me, her feet up against the edge of the tub. She spread her legs and began to play herself. She looked up at me. With her feet, she began to massage my cock. Stroking, harder, faster, increasing in intensity as my breathing deepened, quickened. My moans growing louder.
She stood up. Continued her shower. I watched. She filled her hands with soap. Look into her palms, then at me. She paused and smiled. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke. My legs and arms now beginning to ache. My heart pounding, My breath racing. She continued to stroke. I could feel the intensity building, but being exhausted, I collapsed, unable to release the energy.
She stopped. Released my wrists from their bindings.
"Rinse yourself off," she said as she stepped out of the shower.
When I was finished, she handed me a towel.
"Get dressed and then let yourself out the door."
