First cleaning
Sunday fun day. Ha yeah right. Sunday frustration day.
I met up with him Sunday afternoon. We shared peasantries. He wanted to know how difficult it had been for me. How miserable I was. I held a strong front. I gave him no satisfaction in knowing how bad my cunt needs to cum. After our little "interview" he wasted no time. He ordered me to strip. I obliged. He roped my wrists. Not together but making rope cuffs on each wrist. He said he had a suprise for me. We entered the bathroom. His suprise was a bar running above the middle of his shower. It was very sturdy. I knew what his intention was. As soon as I saw it my cunt began leaking instantly. He then used another piece of rope to attach my wrists to the bar. My arms still able to bend a little. But inescapable. Then he left.
Minutes later he reentered. His gym shorts only now. He removed the key of my prison from the pocket. The sight of it causing my pussy to burn with desire. He undid the three little locks. Sliding the belt off. The cool air touching my clit making me shudder. My juices already dripping down my thighs. He applied some shaving cream. Slowly, and deliberately he used a razor to remove my pussy hair. Having a hand so close caused my desire to build. As he started the shower and I felt that warm water run over my clit my knees began to shake. The water rinsing away the remaining cream. Washing away my slut juices only to be replaced by more. A constant flow of pussy juice. He lathered his hands with soap. Gently washing every inch of my pussy. Inside and out. Every touch meant to tease me. Meant to torture me. With every bit of filth washed away I somehow felt more and more dirty.
As he finished the washing he removed his shorts. His cock rock hard. My hands bound I knew a hand job was not what he wanted. He moved me to the back of the shower. My face against the wall. My ass pushed out a bit. I felt the oil run down my back and into my ass crack. Reaching in front of me to lightly stroke my clit he eased his cock into me.
The slowest most sensual ass fuck I've ever had with his strong hands playing my pussy like fiddle. He made love to my ass. It was sweet and gentle. It was torture. The slow and soft just kept me on the edge of orgasm. Holding me on the brink of ecstasy. Whimpering I begged him to speed up. As he did he removed his hands from my clit. My knees closed. Trying to rub my clit with my legs. No success. His rhythm picked up. I felt his cock swell in my ass. His cum filling me. I knew what was next. Back into my chastity prison. He washed me down again. Lightly drying me off. He placed the belt back on me and undid my wrists. My clothes were folded neatly ready for me. He gave me privacy to calm my nerves and dress. We talked some more and then i was on my way. I drove to the gas station by his house. I sat there for a few minutes crying until I composed myself.
I fear I may break after only a week. I fear I will be in a club sucking his cock begging for an orgasm far sooner than I would like.
I met up with him Sunday afternoon. We shared peasantries. He wanted to know how difficult it had been for me. How miserable I was. I held a strong front. I gave him no satisfaction in knowing how bad my cunt needs to cum. After our little "interview" he wasted no time. He ordered me to strip. I obliged. He roped my wrists. Not together but making rope cuffs on each wrist. He said he had a suprise for me. We entered the bathroom. His suprise was a bar running above the middle of his shower. It was very sturdy. I knew what his intention was. As soon as I saw it my cunt began leaking instantly. He then used another piece of rope to attach my wrists to the bar. My arms still able to bend a little. But inescapable. Then he left.
Minutes later he reentered. His gym shorts only now. He removed the key of my prison from the pocket. The sight of it causing my pussy to burn with desire. He undid the three little locks. Sliding the belt off. The cool air touching my clit making me shudder. My juices already dripping down my thighs. He applied some shaving cream. Slowly, and deliberately he used a razor to remove my pussy hair. Having a hand so close caused my desire to build. As he started the shower and I felt that warm water run over my clit my knees began to shake. The water rinsing away the remaining cream. Washing away my slut juices only to be replaced by more. A constant flow of pussy juice. He lathered his hands with soap. Gently washing every inch of my pussy. Inside and out. Every touch meant to tease me. Meant to torture me. With every bit of filth washed away I somehow felt more and more dirty.
As he finished the washing he removed his shorts. His cock rock hard. My hands bound I knew a hand job was not what he wanted. He moved me to the back of the shower. My face against the wall. My ass pushed out a bit. I felt the oil run down my back and into my ass crack. Reaching in front of me to lightly stroke my clit he eased his cock into me.
The slowest most sensual ass fuck I've ever had with his strong hands playing my pussy like fiddle. He made love to my ass. It was sweet and gentle. It was torture. The slow and soft just kept me on the edge of orgasm. Holding me on the brink of ecstasy. Whimpering I begged him to speed up. As he did he removed his hands from my clit. My knees closed. Trying to rub my clit with my legs. No success. His rhythm picked up. I felt his cock swell in my ass. His cum filling me. I knew what was next. Back into my chastity prison. He washed me down again. Lightly drying me off. He placed the belt back on me and undid my wrists. My clothes were folded neatly ready for me. He gave me privacy to calm my nerves and dress. We talked some more and then i was on my way. I drove to the gas station by his house. I sat there for a few minutes crying until I composed myself.
I fear I may break after only a week. I fear I will be in a club sucking his cock begging for an orgasm far sooner than I would like.
8 years ago