I could feel my heart pound as I rode up the elevator. It had been three weeks since I last saw her. The elevator doors opened. As I stepped out, I heard the click of a deadbolt being opened. I smiled to myself, knowing that she was waiting to me. I turned and walked down the hallway. As I approached her apartment, I saw the door was ajar.
As I reached the door, she stepped out from where she had been watching me from the spyhole. She was dressed casually. I smiled when I saw her beauty and confident sexiness. The same confidence that has bound me.
She smiled back. "Hi," she said as I entered the apartment. She closed the door behind me and locked it.
"Strip!", she ordered.
I slowly started removing my clothes, carefull to fold them neatly in a pile.
"Faster, and when your done, in the bathroom." She left and I quickly removed the rest of my clothes. I walked in the bathroom and knelt on the floor, waiting for her.
She walked into the bathroom.
"Good boy. Now go sit in the shower, with your back against the wall." I did as she ordered while she left the room. She returned almost immediately with some rope.
"Grab your cock and get it hard." She wrapped my cock with some rope. She then tied my ankles together and then my wrists to my ankles.
I sat there, bound, unable to move, with my knees pressed together and up against my chest. My wrists bound to my ankles.
"Better keep that cock hard so the harness doesn't fall off." She laughed.
"Now do you know why you are in shower? Because you have been a bad boy. If you behave, I may give you what you want. For now, you are my slave, to be kept in the dark until I need you."
She smiled as she quickly closed the shower door and left, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I'm left sitting in the dark. The air getting warmer and stuffy as time passes. I can hear her moving about. I watch the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor, occasionally catching a glimpse of her passing the door. After how long, I know not, until finally I see her feet approach. The door opens and she turns on the light.
"Is it warm and stuffy in here?"
"A little bit," I answered.
"Poor thing. Let me help you cool off."
She turns on the shower. The cold water sends a shock wave through my body. I gasp to control my breathing.
"Your such a baby!" she says as turns of the water. "There, that should cool you off."
She laughed as she closed the shower door and left, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I wait again in the dark. Watching. Listening.
The door opens, she turns on the light. Making sure I'm watching, she begins to strip. Taking of her shirt, then her bra. Slowly she unbuttons her jeans and pulls down the zipper. Then she slides the waist of her jeans over her hips, letting them fall to the ground. She slowly removes her panties.
Naked, she opens the shower door and steps in, straddling me, but keeping her pussy mere inches from my face. She grabs my hair.
"Close your eyes."
I obey and begin to feel a warm liquid on my chest. I runs down my stomach and between my legs, feeling all so wonderful as it flows over my cock and down the crack of my ass.
"That's all your good for, my toilet slut."
She closed the shower door and left, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I sat in the dark, covered in her piss. Waiting. Listening.
The door opens, the light turns on. She walks in, opens the shower door.
She looked at me in disgust. "It stinks in here. Your filthy and covered in piss. I'll just leave you in here. You will by crying by the time I'm done." She spit in my face and left, closing the shower door, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I waited. In the dark. Listening.
The door opened, the light turned on. I looked up and saw her carrying a towel. She draped the towel over the towel rack. She opened the shower door, turned on the water and stepped in. She showered as I sat there watching. When she finished, she turned off the water. When she finished towelling herself dry, she turned to me. "Now let's clean that piss off you."
She rinsed me off with the shower head, cleaning my face. She filled her hands with liquid soap. She leaned over me, her breasts pressed against me. I breathed deeply, her wonderful scent filling my lungs and mind. I sighed as she began to wash my chest and abdomen. I closed my eyes, saviouring the feel of her gentle hands running over my body. She moved down my body.
"Spread your legs".
As I opened my legs, her hand grabbed my cock firmly and she began to stroke. Up and down, I felt her hand moving quickly over the shaft. I moaned with pleasure as the intensity heightened. Up and down, I could feel it. My moaning getting louder. I held back as the pleasure increased. She stopped. She walked over to the sink to rinse the soap off her hands.
She looked at me as she dry her hands. She smiled, then turned away and left, shutting the light and closing the bathroom door.
I sat there. My cock hard, yearning for release. In the dark listening, my hard cock slowly subsiding.
The door opened, the light turned on. She stepped in the shower stall With her back turned towards me and filled her hands with more soap.
"Open your mouth" she ordered as pressed herself against my face. She began stroking my cock. She quickly got me hard. Her hand going up and down my shaft. My moans being smothered by her.
She pulled herself off my face. "Lick," she ordered.
I reached out with my tongue, tasting her as she continued to stroke my cock.
"Lick my asshole not my pussy. You thought I would be to busy to notice, didn't you. You don't deserve to taste honey".
As my tongue searched for her asshole, she continued to stroke. I held back, waiting for her to let me cum. The intensity, the pleasure, increasing. She stopped. Smiled at me. Rinsed off her hands and left, shutting the light and closing the bathroom door.
The cock cleaning was repeated, maybe three times, maybe four times. Each time she would stroke until I could feel the intensity needing to be released. Each time waiting for her to let me have an orgasm. With the last cleaning, her ass pressed against my face as I tongued her asshole, her right hand stroking my cock, while she undid released my wrists from their bondage her other hand.
When my hands were free, she told me to get myself free. As I undid the ropes, she continued to stroke my cock. When I was done, she stopped stroking my cock.
"If you had taken longer, you might have had an orgasm," she laughed at me. "I think your filthy cock is finally clean."
She left, shutting the light and closing the bathroom door.
I waited. The door opened, she turned on the light, and put my clothes on the floor.
"Finish cleaning up and get dressed," she ordered.
As I reached the door, she stepped out from where she had been watching me from the spyhole. She was dressed casually. I smiled when I saw her beauty and confident sexiness. The same confidence that has bound me.
She smiled back. "Hi," she said as I entered the apartment. She closed the door behind me and locked it.
"Strip!", she ordered.
I slowly started removing my clothes, carefull to fold them neatly in a pile.
"Faster, and when your done, in the bathroom." She left and I quickly removed the rest of my clothes. I walked in the bathroom and knelt on the floor, waiting for her.
She walked into the bathroom.
"Good boy. Now go sit in the shower, with your back against the wall." I did as she ordered while she left the room. She returned almost immediately with some rope.
"Grab your cock and get it hard." She wrapped my cock with some rope. She then tied my ankles together and then my wrists to my ankles.
I sat there, bound, unable to move, with my knees pressed together and up against my chest. My wrists bound to my ankles.
"Better keep that cock hard so the harness doesn't fall off." She laughed.
"Now do you know why you are in shower? Because you have been a bad boy. If you behave, I may give you what you want. For now, you are my slave, to be kept in the dark until I need you."
She smiled as she quickly closed the shower door and left, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I'm left sitting in the dark. The air getting warmer and stuffy as time passes. I can hear her moving about. I watch the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor, occasionally catching a glimpse of her passing the door. After how long, I know not, until finally I see her feet approach. The door opens and she turns on the light.
"Is it warm and stuffy in here?"
"A little bit," I answered.
"Poor thing. Let me help you cool off."
She turns on the shower. The cold water sends a shock wave through my body. I gasp to control my breathing.
"Your such a baby!" she says as turns of the water. "There, that should cool you off."
She laughed as she closed the shower door and left, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I wait again in the dark. Watching. Listening.
The door opens, she turns on the light. Making sure I'm watching, she begins to strip. Taking of her shirt, then her bra. Slowly she unbuttons her jeans and pulls down the zipper. Then she slides the waist of her jeans over her hips, letting them fall to the ground. She slowly removes her panties.
Naked, she opens the shower door and steps in, straddling me, but keeping her pussy mere inches from my face. She grabs my hair.
"Close your eyes."
I obey and begin to feel a warm liquid on my chest. I runs down my stomach and between my legs, feeling all so wonderful as it flows over my cock and down the crack of my ass.
"That's all your good for, my toilet slut."
She closed the shower door and left, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I sat in the dark, covered in her piss. Waiting. Listening.
The door opens, the light turns on. She walks in, opens the shower door.
She looked at me in disgust. "It stinks in here. Your filthy and covered in piss. I'll just leave you in here. You will by crying by the time I'm done." She spit in my face and left, closing the shower door, shutting the light and pulling the bathroom door closed.
I waited. In the dark. Listening.
The door opened, the light turned on. I looked up and saw her carrying a towel. She draped the towel over the towel rack. She opened the shower door, turned on the water and stepped in. She showered as I sat there watching. When she finished, she turned off the water. When she finished towelling herself dry, she turned to me. "Now let's clean that piss off you."
She rinsed me off with the shower head, cleaning my face. She filled her hands with liquid soap. She leaned over me, her breasts pressed against me. I breathed deeply, her wonderful scent filling my lungs and mind. I sighed as she began to wash my chest and abdomen. I closed my eyes, saviouring the feel of her gentle hands running over my body. She moved down my body.
"Spread your legs".
As I opened my legs, her hand grabbed my cock firmly and she began to stroke. Up and down, I felt her hand moving quickly over the shaft. I moaned with pleasure as the intensity heightened. Up and down, I could feel it. My moaning getting louder. I held back as the pleasure increased. She stopped. She walked over to the sink to rinse the soap off her hands.
She looked at me as she dry her hands. She smiled, then turned away and left, shutting the light and closing the bathroom door.
I sat there. My cock hard, yearning for release. In the dark listening, my hard cock slowly subsiding.
The door opened, the light turned on. She stepped in the shower stall With her back turned towards me and filled her hands with more soap.
"Open your mouth" she ordered as pressed herself against my face. She began stroking my cock. She quickly got me hard. Her hand going up and down my shaft. My moans being smothered by her.
She pulled herself off my face. "Lick," she ordered.
I reached out with my tongue, tasting her as she continued to stroke my cock.
"Lick my asshole not my pussy. You thought I would be to busy to notice, didn't you. You don't deserve to taste honey".
As my tongue searched for her asshole, she continued to stroke. I held back, waiting for her to let me cum. The intensity, the pleasure, increasing. She stopped. Smiled at me. Rinsed off her hands and left, shutting the light and closing the bathroom door.
The cock cleaning was repeated, maybe three times, maybe four times. Each time she would stroke until I could feel the intensity needing to be released. Each time waiting for her to let me have an orgasm. With the last cleaning, her ass pressed against my face as I tongued her asshole, her right hand stroking my cock, while she undid released my wrists from their bondage her other hand.
When my hands were free, she told me to get myself free. As I undid the ropes, she continued to stroke my cock. When I was done, she stopped stroking my cock.
"If you had taken longer, you might have had an orgasm," she laughed at me. "I think your filthy cock is finally clean."
She left, shutting the light and closing the bathroom door.
I waited. The door opened, she turned on the light, and put my clothes on the floor.
"Finish cleaning up and get dressed," she ordered.
