bathe

[something old to amuse]

i knock on the door with the breakfast tray.  Coffee.  Toast.  Strawberry jam. An cheddar omlette.

“Come,” You say.

i place the tray over Your legs and go to run Your bath, kneeling on the floor when i return and wait as You eat the food i’ve prepared.  You finish, wiping Your mouth with satification.  as the napkin falls on the plate, i rise and remove it to the dresser, grabbing Your robe and holding it open.  You slide out of bed, lithely, naked and glowing, wearing You skin like the silk that enfolds You.

i follow You to Your bath, taking Your robe again as Your step into it.  You turn to face me, and my heart still pounds at the sight of You – neck, breasts, belly, cunt, legs – who wouldn’t envy me in spite of all of it?  i dip the cloth into the water and pour the lavender soap on it and begin to wash You gently, running the soft wash cloth over Your smooth naked skin…the back of Your neck, shoulders, back. You turn, presenting Your breasts to me, nipples hard and tight.  i’m careful as i was them so as not to seem too eager.  and then down Your taut stomach…over Your cunt…yesss…my cock is getting hard, but I don’t linger there.  You make that clear, standing up as the water sheets off of You.  i run the washcloth over the outside of Your legs and then up the inside…slowly but taking care not tease…You turn Your back to me so i may wash your firm ass.  the cloth slips inside over Your tight hole.  You spread Your legs to accomodate it, your sweet cunt opens as You do.  i have to concentrate.  You turn again to face me, placing Your foot on the side of the tub.  the bareness of Your pussy, right in front of me…i can’t help but…

“Wash My feet,” You growl, “stop staring at My cunt.” 

You push my head down forcefully.  i nod and wash gently and carefully.  You swtich feet.  As You do, my face lifts slightly, my hands reaching to steady You.  I linger on Your pussy, not meaning to.

“Look at me,” you bark.  I raise my face and You slap me hard.  I wince at the sting on my cheek.  You don’t need to say anything else.  As i wash Your other foot, I feel You moving closer, almost daring me to look up.  A low, throaty giggle in Your voice.

“I was,” You smile, “going to let you shave Me.  But you seem a little too eager.  Undress and watch Me.”

Slowly i stand.  My cock is sticking out of my trousers.  i see the hint of a grin, as i pull the shirt over my head and unbutton the trousers.  i have to pull the waistband over my hardon  to get them off.

“Mmm-hmm,” You say, “I thought so.  Always hard.  I should be flattered.”

i nod

“Why?”

“You make me hard.  Every time I see You.”

“And you want to fuck Me?”

“Yes”

You reach for a shaving brush, bending down to wet it in the bathtub.  You take the cup and start to lather the brush.

“And mine is the only pussy You want?”

“Yes”

“Is that you or your cock talking”

“Both”

You smile.  You sit on the edge of the tub, Your feet in the water, Your legs wide.  The lips of Your cunt are full, your clit exposed.  You start to brush the lather where Your pubic hair would be, Your other hand spreading the lips of your pussy.  You point to your clit.

“And you want to suck this…My clit…you want to take it into your mouth…tease it with your tongue…bite it”

“Yes”

You tickle your clit with the brush, a small gasp escaping your lips.  You bring the brush around one side of Your cunt, spreading the lather evenly…then the other side.  You run your finger between the lips of Your pussy, a small moan, gathering the soap that has strayed there.  You hold out your finger to me.

“Lick off the soap”

my cock twitches and You laugh as You watch it.  my mouth closes around Your finger.  The soap taste terrible, but there’s a hint of the taste of Your cunt.  i suck hard as You withdraw Your finger.

“Good,” You say.  Lazily, you take Your razor and, completely ignoring me, shave slowly.  I watch You concentrate as the razor glides easily over your mound…watching You flatten the lips of Your cunt and delicately run the blade over it.  i am transfixed.  You then cup Your hand and dip it into the tub, rinsing off the soap.  Your cunt gleams before me.

“Kneel,” You loll, “your thighs against the tub.”

i do.  my cock is tight against the porcelain of the tub.  i push into, wanting to cum so badly.  From the floor, i look straight into Your pussy.  You spread Your legs wide and run the palm of Your hand over it, cupping it.  Your hand runs slowly back up, Your middle finger resting on Your clit.  You tap it slowly.  Then You catch it between you middle and index finger, pinching it…pulling lightly.  Your head falls backs as You moan.  Drips of bathwater plunk into the tub from the lips.  Roughly, You pull and prod Your clit, your head jerking from side to side.

“Tell Me,” You moan.

“You’re the only woman i want to fuck.  i am Yours.  To do what You want.  To take your pain and Your punisment.  To use me as You want.”

You moan loudly as You play with Yourself.

“Anything,” You croak.

“Yes.  Anything.”

Your chin is in Your chest now, working Your clit furiously…gasping Your silent gasp…Your eyes lock onto mine…sharp and hard as You cum.

“Fuuuuuuk-k-k-k,” You groan, “bring…your mouth…to My cunt…don’t fucking…touch it”

I bend over the tub.  The delicious smell of Your pussy floods my nose.  Your juice flows from deep inside.  I could cum just smelling You.  Your hand caresses the back of my head.

“Anything?”, You croak again, Your hand now more firmly  on my head.

“Yes,” i manage to get out.

“Then, open your mouth and drink.”

As i open my mouth, a flood of pale yellow piss hits my tongue.  My brain feels it, but i don’t flinch.  The salty taste floods my mouth and dribbles down my chin.  i feel it pooling in my mouth.

“Now,” it almost sounds as if You’re cumming and giggling at the same time, “swallow.  Swallow My piss.  Take Me inside of you prove that you mean it.”

Almost instinctively i swallow.  The saltly piss runs down my throat.  You are inside me.  i open my mouth again and another waves floods my mouth.  Again i swallow.  You push my head away roughly, grab the washcloth and run it over Your cunt.  You step out of the bathtub and bend down to my ear.

“you’re such a whore, baby.  Clean yourself.  I have company”

You throw on Your robe and sweep out of the room.

tag

“v…”

the door opens to my closet flooding the dakness, exposing me naked and tethered. my cock hardness at Her voice.  Her heel digs lightly into my side.

“time for my slut to come out for a little while,” she purrs.  It’s the type of purr that, after two years, i still haven’t learned to decipher.  pleasure, malice, benevolence, disappointment?  i won’t know until i find out.  i suppose i shouldn’t try to second guess it, but i can’t help it sometimes.  She squats down, reaching over my head to untie me.  if i were stupid enough to look, i’d see Her shaved cunt exposed beneath her short black skirt.  She roughly pushes her breasts into my face as She loosens the leather strap, expecting and receiving no resistance.  my cock throbs.  it feels like forever since She let me out.

perhaps it’s because i strayed that she’s kept me locked up. but whether that’s out of spite or concern is something only She can answer.  all i know is that i’m grateful to feel the tug on my neck, leading me out into Her bedroom.  She holds the tether lightly in Her right hand as if i’m a show dog.  i try to keep my eyes on the back of Her legs and not Her ass that plays peekaboo under the skirt or fleeting glimpses of Her cunt lips.  She leads me to the center of the floor and turns on Her heel, staring down at me.

“kneel,” she smiles sweetly.

i raise myself to my knees, arms behind my back.  the head of my cock is purple from need.  i don’t remember the last time she allowed me to cum for Her.  i am only allowed to torture my balls and nipples while in the closet but not to touch my cock.  She surveys me for several minutes, walking around me, murmuring to Herself before stopping in front of me.  Her hand pushes under Her skirt pushing a small sigh from Her lips.

“you know better than to look, slut,” She lolls as Her fingers play, “you know much better than that.”  She pulls Her fingers  back, licking them clean, eyes boring into me to assure that i behave properly.  Quickly, Her foot shoots out towards my balls, stopping just short.  my eyes close in anticipation of the pain but i manage to keep my muscles from reacting.  i shake all over.

just as suddenly, i feel Her hand around my throat, Her voice ragged and husky.  “Goddamn you, v,” she breathes into my face, “you’d let Me, wouldn’t you.  you’d let me destroy your slut-balls without flinching.”  Her nails push deeper into my neck.  “Open your mouth.  Push out your tounge.” i do so and feel a stream of warm spit drop onto it. the pressure increases on my neck.  “Swallow,” she tells me almost breathlessly.  as Her spit glides down my throat, the tip of Her shoe nails my cock to my belly.

“jesus,” She moans, “I want to fucking hurt you, v.  and I plan to.  i’m not fucking happy that I had to go looking for you.  you’ll understand that soon enough.”  Her nails feel on the verge of puncturing my throat and i feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes.  “yesss,” She continues, “give me your tears, v.  I’m taking all of you.  every millimeter.  every cell.  I plan on drinking deeply from your cries and wails.”  Her other hand quickly and forcefully crashes across my face bringing a hard, high yip from my lips and unleashing the tears.

“mmmm,” She sighs in a cross between a laugh and an orgasm, “like that.  yessss, v, but much, much more heartfelt.  I do have a present for you, though, my little whore.  a nice, shiny silver tag with your name on it.  the only question that remains is…where to put it.”