Taking up the back of the master bathroom is a large, rectangular walk-in shower with glass on one side. The floor and walls are constructed of dark shale slabs that seem to suck the soft light from the room. I turn on some mellow, pulsating music and stand alone on the rug, forgetting to breathe. Any minute you will walk through the door, but I’ve been staring at the three dim lamps hanging from the ceiling for the last 20 minutes. So much for undressing and showering like you told me to…Shoot. I have the awful tendency to stall when I’m apprehensive, and today is no exception; I’m paralyzed. What a hell of a day.

Hearing the doorknob turn to the outside bedroom sets me into frantic motion. I peel off my dress, fold it hastily, and struggle with the back of my bra, barely unhooking it. While I nearly fall over you open the door, catching me tangled in my bra and halfway out of my panties. I can see your face move from being surprised to amused…then, you look displeased. We both sighed. This was the second time today that I had failed to do what you requested of me. There is a pair of handcuffs attached to your tight jeans, and you wear a necklace with a magnetic clasp holding a key.

Your expression becomes unreadable as you take two slow steps toward me. Squaring my shoulders, I look at the floor and wait for punishment of some sort. Instead, a gentle hand slides my bra strap off my right arm, and then the other. You throw my bra to the side and lightly hook a finger under my chin. Then, the tension is broken with a lingering kiss.

My eyes remain closed as you build some space between us and your hands slip down my spine to grasp at my underwear. Your lips curl to form a grin, and then you pull me inside the shower by the back of my panties. I cannot help but giggle, and a few steps later, my back is against the cool black stone. You use my hair to pin me to the wall for a more penetrating kiss. Hah, and you don’t even need to turn on the water to make me wet! I smile.

You then take a step back, making it clear that you want me to stay where I am. You take off your shirt by bunching it up in the back and pulling it forward over your head. Fascinating. Then, you undo your bra and hang it over the shower wall. Wasting no time, you remove the handcuffs from your pocket and take off your pants to reveal slick latex underwear. You stick one handcuff next to your hip so the other is hanging out the side. Finally, you toss your clothes out of the shower and they somehow land on top of my dress. I cannot help but break the silence.

“Why is it that you don’t have to fold your clothes when you get naked, but I do?”

This earns an eyebrow raise. “Well…” You take a step closer to me. “I can just make you fold my clothes for me.”

I smile coyly. “You’re being too harsh to me.” Relief! I had gotten off the hook pretty easily!

You shake your head slowly, so I guess you have been planning something. Maybe my relief would be sorely mistaken…Hm. You guide my arms to the sturdy towel rack ten inches above my head. Then, you snap a handcuff around my right wrist, loop it over the towel rack, then capture my other hand. Just like that, I’m helpless.

My legs are kicked further aside with your foot, then you wiggle my underwear down to my mid-thigh instead of removing them entirely. “Keep your legs spread, and don’t let them hit the floor,” you say in your oh-so-familiar commanding voice.

I nod simply, transfixed. Ooh, it’s been too long since I’ve heard this tone of voice from you!

You turn on your heel, sauntering towards the water controls. Then, you pick up the removable shower head and adjust the water to your preferred temperature. You turn back then, body facing me. And I am forced to watch without being able to touch you as water flows over your lovely torso. My jaw drops slightly as I watch it run down your legs, wet the shale floor, and disappear into the drain. I cannot help but squirm in my shackles.

Walking towards me as if the shower is a runway, you point the shower head towards my leg and move the spray upwards so it soaks my feet, then my panties, my hips, my belly, and finally reaches my breasts. I thrust my chest out towards the lovely sensation of its gentle warmth, and then wiggle my tits suggestively to try to get you to come closer. It works! You walk towards me and I accidentally close my legs, making my underwear slip down to my ankles before I catch them sheepishly. Whoops…

You laugh and step on them with one foot, making them hit the floor. “Oops, looks like you forgot to do what I asked you to do, again! Really, how hard is it for you do things right?” You gleefully bend down to pick them up as I step out of them, giving me a view over your lovely backside. When you stand back up, you rest the water stream against the wall, away from my body, and slap my inner thigh with my wet underwear. Owie. You land a few more blows against my stomach and breasts, making a loud comical SMACK each time.

I laugh and dance, drinking in the pain. But then you stifle my laughter by pressing the wet panties over my nose and mouth, blocking my airway. Oh no, I cannot breathe!

You press it tightly with your hand, looking into my eyes, waiting for me to fight for breath. I try to push you away with my head, but you just press me against the wall and cover my eyes with the other hand.

Searching for oxygen and light, I empty my lungs and try to refill them but you don’t let up! My head begins to spin and I’m trying to breathe in but water just enters instead. At the last second, you take the clothe away. Finally, oxygen!

I take a enormous breath, only to have it interrupted by the stupid cloth again. This makes you smile. I empty my lungs again, waiting to be released from your constricting hand. But this time, you wait even longer, until my knees start to buckle and my whole body begins to fight and try to push away. After desperate seconds start to feel more like minutes, you release my head and I can breathe for a short second before your lips are on mine. Oh darling, your kisses make me just as breathless! I meet your soft lips hungrily, and you return the warm water stream to our skin before we begin to get cold.

You pull away slowly and I open my eyes, but you close them softly with your fingers. Taking the hint, I keep them shut as you drench my hair with the water. Then, you hand the hose to me and I hold it for a minute. When your hands return to my scalp, you’re working shampoo through my hair. Sighing, I lean towards your hands as you firmly scratch and massage my scalp. My whole body tingles at the sensation of your nails. After a few minutes of heaven, you take the shower head back and rinse the lathery bubbles down my back and into the drain. When you step back and I feel the water leave me, I open my eyes.

You’re smiling your lovely, peaceful smile. Before I can drink in the sight of the rest of you, you close my eyes with your fingers again. I oblige, though more reluctant this time. Then, a loofah is brushing fragrant soap against my wanton skin. Enjoying the friction, I cannot help but dance a little and wiggle my hips and breasts. My favorite way to beg isn’t with words, but with my body. “You can open your eyes now,” you mutter.

The sight of your beautiful, strong body enters my view. You smirk and put the shower head back in the holder, still aiming it towards your back. Then you stand just far away from me that I cannot touch you again, and you run the soapy loofah between your breasts and down your torso. Oh, how I wish I could do that! It’s your turn to dance. You sway your hips and adjust your legs, bending down to wash your muscular calves and then coming back up again to turn around and show me your ass. I’m a hella lucky girl. You run the loofah back around your back and twirl around, taking a few steps back so that you can soak under the water.

Finally, you come closer to me. I’m dying to get those latex panties off of you, despite how sexy they are. You take the key off your necklace and undo my left hand, letting the free handcuff dangle off my right wrist. I throw my arms around you and engage you in a most passionate kiss, but you only allow a few seconds of bliss before you push me down to my knees in front of you. Then your hand pushes my head against your panties, and I start to lick and suck through the slick fabric. My right hand runs just underneath the seam, almost brushing your delicate hairline, but you throw my hand away and grind against my lips.

So you’re gonna keep me away from my treat? This is worse than trying to eat chocolate through the plastic wrapper! My hand pulls you closer using your butt as leverage, but you push my hand away and continue to undulate against my mouth. Enjoying the sensation, you start to make soft noises and your hips start to buck. But before you reach your climax, you step away and catch your breath, laughing slyly. NO, don’t tease me!

I reach out and lightly run my hand down your calf, trying to hide my desperation. Allowing my touch, you step forward towards my mouth again. Eagerly, I pleasure you again, beginning tenderly before ramping up the excitement. But for the second time, you start to step away when you’re on the edge. Not again! This was supposed to be the moment that you could let ME bring your pleasure to lovely heights!

Before you’re out of reach, I snap my free handcuff around your ankle, pull you close, and suck HARD on your sensitive clit. Howling in surprise, you cum, clenching your thighs around my head. I hold you closer, flicking my tongue against your sex, and I don’t dare stop stimulating you until your orgasm begins to subside. But before you come down completely, you use your free leg to knock me over and press my body into the floor. My head hits the bottom of the shower hard and everything begins spinning.

Before I regain focus, my left wrist is handcuffed behind my back to my right ankle, forcing me to struggle to sit up. Sputtering, I gasp “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-I shouldn’t have-” but my breath was knocked out of my lungs, and my head is dizzy.

Your expression is furious. You catch your breath, staring at the floor. I wonder if you enjoyed the orgasm, or if you resented it. The torrent of rage and ecstasy emanating off of you can only be quenched with revenge now. You look me up and down, drinking in my helpless, shackled figure on the hard floor. Then, you grit your teeth and pick up the shower head again, flipping the water temperature to the hottest setting. Oh, fuck. I scream before the liquid fire hits my skin.

Writhing under the heat, I start to back towards the corner but the searing hot water is relentless and inescapable. It cannot be blocked like a whip or dodged like a cane. The heat can only be endured. My voice resonates against the walls in screams and sighs, filling the whole room with sound. Every second feels like an hour. Each moment is an inescapable misery.

Then, the sensation stops. My mind counts to one, two, three, four, fi-and the barrage of sensation begins again. But this time, the water is freezing cold.

I cry out again, curling into a ball, but you only step closer so that the frigid water flows against my chest, down my back, over my hair, and perks up my breasts. The unholy contrast of hot to cold makes the water feel even more shocking.

Goosebumps rise up on my skin and shivers take over my body. Painfully long minutes pass until finally, you turn off the water.

The music barely fills the tense silence.

I need your cruelty just as much you need me to endure it, maybe even more so. Despite the pain and partly because of the pain you give, I willingly embrace everything that you must put upon me. And now, our desires have lead us to this agonizing moment.

Finally, tentatively, I peek up at you. This room that used to be warm and inviting a few minutes ago has now turned into a place of erotic, inescapable torture. Oh, and that look that you have…I’m shaking pathetically on the floor while you’re standing over me, legs spread, with an expression that’s powerful and lusty and rapturous. This is what my pain does for you.

It’s moments like this that tempt me to provoke you, to inspire your attention, and to offer myself to you. So I open my legs submissively and rest my cheek on the floor, waiting. Just waiting. There’s nothing else that I will attempt now except to wait and shiver and shake with need. In this moment, you own my every sensation.

I hear you rinse yourself down, presumably with comfortable water, then set the shower head down. You come towards me and slide your warm body over mine so that you’re between my legs. Your hand grips my hair, keeping my head against the floor, and your other hand pins my free wrist down. I really try to stop, but my whole body is quaking so hard that it would seem I was suffering from pleasure instead of cold.

My skin has turned a little numb, yet the warmth of your body begins to bring my senses back to life. You hungrily take my right breast into your mouth. The heat of your tongue combined with aggressive sucking and biting makes me squirm underneath you.

Your blessed mouth kisses over to my other breast, treating it with equal hunger. Wanting to feel your palm against mine, I adjust our hands so they are clasped together with yours pressing mine to the stone floor. Oh yes. I’ve submitted to your torture, and now I must relent to your pleasure as well.

My trembling starts to lessen as you warm me with your lips and run your hand through my hair. You trace down my neck, gently squeeze my other breast, and draw a circle around my navel. Then, oh! Your mouth latches to my neck as your fingers enter me, curling immediately against my most sensitive spot. My cries echo around the room again, singing a tuneless song.

Inside of me, the twisting and thrusting of your fingers paint a picture of sensations. I am reminded of how you claimed me before you ever even touched me; how you captured my attention and coaxed me patiently to give more and more of myself to you.

In these moments of dizzying pleasure, the feeling of your smart fingers inside my most intimate part remind me how you’ve so thoroughly mastered me. I become more and more yours as I begin to lose control of my reactions, my inhibitions, my fears. I’ve gone from wanting you to needing you to learning to submit to you, completely unguarded. And now that I’ve let you inside, you have taken the final piece of my submission.

Your lips move to my mouth as the sweet tension in my body begins to release. While my hips shake, my legs attempt to close but you keep them open with your knees and continue to thrust into my soft opening without mercy. You bite my lip, and I have no choice but to try to keep my head still as the rest of me endures fireworks of sensation radiating from my core.

Your lips move to my ear, speaking dirty words and praises, making me sigh. My whole body hums to your words alone. But before I’m finished coming down from my pleasurable high, the weight of your body suddenly leaves mine, and I hear the key to the handcuffs clatter to the floor.

“Free your hand and ankle, then stand.” When I open my eyes, you’re already halfway out of the shower. Your sudden behavior startled me! I fumble with the key, unlock my hand and ankle, and throw the restraints over the towel rack. I then stand obediently, rubbing my wrist and waiting.

You come back into the shower with your favorite strapon fit snugly over those stubborn latex panties. Awh, will I ever get to get under your skin? You see me gawking at your phallus and waste no time capturing me in a kiss. You back me up to the stream of warm water, which is a relief on my skin.

A few seconds of heat pass, and then you push my back into the stone side of the shower. I wrap my arms around your neck to kiss you even more deeply, but to my surprise, you pick me up and use your weight to keep my hips against your torso. Oh…I know what’s next, so I grip my thighs around your waist.

You pull away slightly, allowing your cock to rest against my vulnerable opening. We lock eyes. I love sensing your exhilaration and strength and excitement in moments like this. Yep, that’s the “you’re gonna be so fucked” look. Mm. My insides are dripping wet but extremely tight, and as you slide forward, my muscles clench around you until you finally bottom out inside of me, stretching me almost to my limit. I kiss your neck and fight back a cry of pain as I adjust to your size.

You wait patiently for my body to adjust to these sensations. My arms hold you tighter and I brace myself, trying to relax and anticipate what’s coming at the same time. And it seems like forever that we stay in this position before my lips rest against your ear and I whisper, “okay. I’m ready.”

I hear you smile as your body pulls back to thrust again, plowing into my eager hole without holding back. You stretch me in places I didn’t know could stretch; filling me, fucking me, and taking my naked body as it belongs to you.

My body is owned by the sensation of your every entry. And all the pieces of my mind are locked into this moment. Here, you become the center of my focus, my trust, and my devotion. And we push and pull and drive into each other so that we can become closer than we ever have been before. I can hear your voice in my ear letting out gasps and dirty talk. And I hope you love pinning my weight to the wall so that my every movement serves your pleasure.

Orgasm shatters me from the inside. I cry out and hug you close, but you keep stubbornly fucking me like a piston and pressing your lips against my neck. You don’t stop until you start to reach your peak. I can feel you shaking from inside me, throwing me into another level of arousal. And together, we give in to the sensation.

You slow to deep thrusts. And as you come down, I softly kiss your face and neck. You allow my legs to touch the floor, pull out reverently, and push me to a kneeling position in front of you. I hungrily watch as you strip off your panties and strapon. Finally, I am allowed me to pleasure you without any barriers. Eagerly, my fingers stroke your slick outside, and then enter you. Spreading your legs, you pull my head to your inner thighs and I kiss them and suck, leaving a small hickey before moving to your center. Then, I start thrusting my fingers and pulling against your favorite spot, making you gasp.

My tongue draws circles around your labia until your hands guide my head so I have your clit in my mouth. My fingers maintain a steady pressure, but my mouth is gentle on your most sensitive parts. And, my other hand reaches to discover your hand, and you grip it tight.

Ooh yes, your lovely sighs ring against the walls while warm water pours over us both. I add a finger and make circular motions inside, finding your favorite spots and tugging and thrusting in the perfect way that you had taught me. You’re gripping your hand around the shower head and running your nails through my hair.

My fingers stroke your tight insides and begin to discover a rhythm. Tasting the essence of your arousal and drinking in the sounds of your ecstasy is absolutely intoxicating. I stay here, just the way you want me until your whole body begins to quiver. At last, the tension leaves your body in a tremendous climax, eliciting a cry of pleasure.

My hands stroke your soft backside as you shake, and you grip my hair as if I am the only thing that holds you to this world. We stay here lost in the moment as you start to steady again. My mouth moves kisses up to your belly button, past your breasts, up your neck, and then meet your lips so that we are standing so close to each other that I can feel your soft shivers against my skin. You kiss back softly, sighing into my mouth. I open my eyes just for a second to check on you, and your eyes are still closed in ecstasy. So I close mine, and become lost in our tender embrace. There is no measure of time except for the space between each kiss.