## Shower Power

Post by Mr Underheel » Thu Oct 03, 2013 12:59 am

He stood there in the corner of the bathroom adorned exactly as she had required. When she returned from her 5k run she would require his presence in her shower.
And so he buckled himself into a mountain climbing harness, one that was secured both around his thighs and over his shoulders. She had wanted a 15 foot line to be tied to his left wrist and a 5 foot cord to be attached to his right. He bound his ankles separately, each with a 20 foot length of washed cotton rope. The entire length of rope trailed him on the floor. These were all very heavy half-inch thick bindings which provided a very different visual compared to the quarter-inch line that she typically liked.
Per her instructions, he also tied in place her favorite black blindfold, one that included a slot for his nose. It was of a nylon material flexible enough to conform to the contours of his face and eliminated the bleeding of all light around its edges.
About his neck was the collar that she required and from it hung a short chain lead with a nylon grip, perfect for controlling big dogs.
Beyond that, he wore nothing.
His forehead touched the corner where he was to stand; his feet were spread precisely 3 feet apart; he crossed his wrists behind his back, left over right. And in silence he waited for her. Quiet had fallen over the house like a thick fog. With his head resting against the wall he could feel through the bones of the house each and every tiny vibration that happened in or near the structure.
After what seemed like ages he felt the door open downstairs. After it slammed shut could hear her remove her running shoes. He could even tell that she had placed them neatly together near the back door. She walked quietly toward the stairs and began to climb them. His breathing shallowed and quickened as she approached.
The bathroom door swung open quietly. She stepped inside and locked the door. He could hear her undress very slowly, tossing her things casually on the floor as she did. As usual, she said nothing to him although he knew she was watching him as he stood there. It was as if tiny lasers shot from her eyes and burned him slightly as she allowed his anticipation to mount. She enjoyed it when his legs began to quiver ever so slightly and when tiny beads of perspiration would gather on his back. Only then did she turn the water on in the shower and let it come to temperature.
Finally she walked to him and leaned her naked body against his. She reached around and felt his hardened member, then laughed quietly. “Ready for my shower, pet? I need you.” She reached for his lead and tugged it to turn him around. She wrapped her hand around the chain and pulled him toward the shower door.
“Hold your hands up.” She slid shower mitts over each one. He could feel the bar of soap that rested at his palms. Once they were in place she pulled him into the shower. He came into contact with what felt like a chain which must have been dangling from the shower ceiling. No, two chains that were set a couple of feet apart. He was well familiar with the shower: tiled on all sides; ring screws set in the walls and ceilings in several places, devices that she used to good effect to fit her whim. Chains from the ceiling today and a mountain climbing harness. He had an idea of what might be to come. She wouldn’t tell him, though. She said little and shared little.
This he found to be frustrating, arousing, and fascinating all at the same time. His patience was always rewarded—eventually—and though he understood that she found great pleasure in making him wait, in the growth of the anticipation, in the cayenne that was added to their interaction through his almost unbearable apprehension, it would sometimes drive him to the edge of madness.
At long last she said to him simply, “Wash me. From bottom to top.” “Yes, ma’am”, he replied quietly. Kneeling at her feet he nearly began his task but hesitated. Rather than first washing her feet, he began to kiss and lick them: her toes, her instep, her tendon, her calf. Only when they had been thoroughly gone over with his mouth did he then apply the mitts and soap. This he continued upward past her knees and her thighs.
He spent long, luscious minutes kissing her ass, yes, including between her cheeks, and washed them thoroughly. He kneeled then in front of her and placed his tongue right at her slit and touched it softly. She gasped and then, taking a handful of his hair she pulled his head back and said jerkily, “Not……….just yet.” He dutifully complied, then stood to wash the upper part of her body. As he moved about her body, the ropes that trialed him wrapped around her ankles and dragged across her skin gently. She loved that feeling and thought for a fleeting moment of having him bind her for a while. She laughed, though, and squashed the idea immediately.
Standing behind her, he reached his hands around her waist, pressing his wet body against hers. His manhood pressed between her ass. With the mitts he started to wash her stomach. She reached behind and lowered his cock so that it slipped between her legs. He could feel that it was nearly exposed in front of her and that it reached almost to her pussy. As he continued to wash, she reached down and gently tickled it, and herself at the same time. He worked his way up her stomach to her breasts, all the time kissing and licking the nape of her neck and her shoulders. In response to him, she stroked herself, both top and bottom, and slowly rocked her hips against him.
Just as she sensed that he was about to cum she pulled away from him and spun around. “Time to wash my back, my pet.” She pulled him close to her and took his rod between her legs, squeezing it there. He kissed and licked her neck from the front as he washed her back thoroughly.
Without a word, she reached up and took the mitts from his hands, then placed them beneath her ass. She wrapped one leg behind his back, then reached down between their legs and took his cock into her pussy. She lifted the other leg and locked her feet behind him. His strong legs held her well, though he pushed her back against the cold tile and thrust hard against her again and again. Her fingernails sank into the flesh behind his neck and into his back and shoulders as her passion rose quickly. Though he had been on and to the edge several times already that morning, he strained to contain himself until she was thoroughly satisfied and until he could feel her shaking with the thundering arrival of her own ecstasy as the water from the pulsating shower continued to bombard their skin.
Sated for the moment, she lowered her feet to the floor and quickly took the chain lead and wrapped it around her hand. She pulled his head close to hers and whispered in his ear, “That was good, boy. We’ll have to see how you hold up to the rest of this morning’s requirements.”
She took the long rope that was around his left wrist and wrapped it around his waist, pinning his hand behind his back. The short length that remained at his right wrist was used to secure it to his left to ensure that both arms were now useless. Though he so recently had expelled, this situation caused him to again rise to pert attention.
In the corner of the shower was a short stool. Using her foot she pushed it over to him and told him to stand on it. Pulling up on the side of his climbing harness, she clipped one of the ceiling chains to it. His suspicions were confirmed. She pulled up on the other side and attached it in a similar fashion. He was now on his tip-toes, standing on that stool.
“You will enjoy this part”, she laughed in that wicked, evil way that she has. Taking the rope around his right ankle in her hand, she pulled his foot up to the back of his thigh and began to wrap it there. When she did the same to his other leg he hung balanced there in the harness. She had situated it almost perfectly so that she could turn him end over end and he would remain in whatever attitude she desired.
She set the shower head to its most powerful “massage” setting and then, To demonstrate the workings of this suspension, she slowly rotated him. The water slammed against the top of his head, his neck, and his back. Then she aimed his ass in the direction of the showerhead. Inverted and exhausted, his frog-tied legs fell apart and his cheeks parted. The massaging stream caused him to immediately moan and tense up. He closed his legs. “Spread ‘em, boy, and take it!”, she urged. He complied, of course.
Slowly she continued to rotate him on his “spit”, causing his front-side to become exposed to the water. First his perineum was treated to a rare sensation; then on to the sac; then—oh my, did he squirm! She enjoyed watching him in this condition very much and so she paused there for some time until, finally, he called, “YELLOW!!!” She complied with his safe word call and rotated him further. Now it was the tip of his tool that was being pummeled. She laughed in delight as he struggled against his bonds. She continued to turn him more upright until the water streamed against his stomach and then his sternum.
“This is all well and good, but you have more work to do.” Carefully, she lowered his head once more, exposing his most sensitive areas to the massaging waters of the shower. Soon he was nearly inverted again with his legs pressed together between the chains that suspended him. “No, that will never do!” After returning him to a nearly horizontal position, she spread his knees and caused them to fall on the outside of the chains. His thighs continued to open wider with each arc degree that his torso moved downward. Finally, his head was just below the level of her knees.
She stepped her feet apart and then moved a few inches closer to him. His mouth was then positioned directly below her. The lead chain lay right there, just below her hand. Grasping it tightly, she pulled him upward sharply until his lips met hers. Instinctively he licked her deeply. Her legs nearly buckled at the sensation but she tensed her muscles and tightly squeezed her thighs around his head. Still off balance, she reached forward to steady herself. Now she had one hand on the chain and the other, serendipitously, had found its way to his package. Her fingers involuntarily closed around it and her fingernails sunk into his tender flesh. Although this was not particularly painful it shocked him and made him yell loudly.
His shout was muffled by her body but it felt like a shockwave to her since it originated directly on her swollen and aching lips. It reverberated all the way from her toes to the top of her head and caused her to switch from clawing him to stroking him, raking her nails across him. Nestling herself even closer to him, she pulled him toward her mouth and took him in deeply, slathering him in her passion.
He was no match for this and succumbed to her in mere moments. She, though, wanted more and would not release him until she herself was sated. This was nearly like torture to him, though, because every nerve in his body was firing simultaneously. He tried to twist and turn and struggle to escape, but it was no use. No bareback bull rider could have had a better grip on her mount than did she. Determined and desperate for satisfaction, she did not relent even though by then her muscles could scarcely support her own weight.
At last! Firecrackers! Sparklers! Earthquakes! She shuddered uncontrollable for several moments when, finally, she was overcome by it all. Slowly she sank to her knees, sat on her feet, and hugged his soaking torso. They stayed linked this way for many minutes, their two bodies panting in harmony, slumped in exhaustion.
After she had partially recovered she stood and straightened him, then turned off the water. She untied his right hand and kissed him on the ear, whispering, “I will enjoy watching you free yourself from this predicament while I dress. Do not remove the blindfold until after I am gone.” He could do little more than nod in assent.
He decided immediately that he would take his time and would give her a good show as he tried to work the knots free. He could hear her do her hair and her make-up, after which there was silence as she dressed. Shortly, though, he heard her heels clicking on the bathroom floor as she returned to him. By now, he had freed his left arm and one of his legs and was working on the final knot as he stood like a stork on top of the stool.
Without saying a word, she squeezed his package one last time and then bit his earlobe. She walked away quickly, letting the bathroom door slam behind her. The sound of the downstairs door banging shut was followed by that of her car tires squealing as she sped out of the driveway.
Finally free, he lay quietly on the floor of the bathroom and tried to truly recover from the morning’s experience. Without a doubt he would be late for work and his boss—his captor—would make him pay for his tardiness. He reveled in that knowledge.