Showering and Rules:
It was their anniversary weekend and they had big plans. Not their actual anniversary, but some other commemoration -- first meeting, first date, first sex, first something. It was hard to remember the exact reason they had picked. The reason was unimportant, the weekend away was important. Kids and dogs had found accommodations with family and to-do lists were temporarily forgotten. A conveniently placed holiday, meant that they all Thursday night, all day Friday, all day Saturday and Sunday until noon checkout. He arranged to get off a little early, picked her up and they went out to an early dinner. The hour or so drive to the hotel allowed dinner to settle and by the time they checked into their room, both were ready for the weekend to begin.
They're room was a suite with kitchenette (so they wouldn't need to go out if they didn't want to), in-room party jacuzzi and a large king bed with a sturdy metal canopy. She had done all the packing, and as he brought in the luggage he noticed that there was food, toys, toiletries, clothes for her, but none for him. "Hey love, did you forget to pack a bag for me?" he asked.
"You won't need any. You're mine for the weekend. If we go out, you'll wear what I give you. Now strip and start the shower. I'll be there in a minute." she responded.
He was nearly done washing, when she stepped into the shower. He wrapped her in his arms and they kissed for several minutes. "Wash me," she commanded. He lather soap in his hands and began working his way down her body, while she held her hair up out of the way.. Too much time was spend on her breasts -- starting with soaping and becoming heavy. With a quick slap to his balls, she said, "That's a warning. I said wash me." Once again, he started down her body. Lingering just long enough at her ass to push the limit for another slap. Knelling he wash each leg and foot in turn.
He started to stand, but she pushed him down and he stayed on his knees. Reaching out of the shower, she grabbed something he couldn't see. "Start kissing my feet and don't stop until I tell you. Now, put your hands behind your back," she said. A plastic zip tie cuffed his hands together. With the shower pouring down, he was half drowned in his kisses. "Can you hear me?" she asked. Seeing his nod, she continued, "You are naked, bound and kissing my feet. You like being called my slave, toy or pet when we're at home of a hour's play. This weekend you really will be mine. Here are the rules. Note some of these rules are already in effect, you've broken them and will be punished, and some of these rules will be in effect for the next year. First, you'll be bound all weekend. Second, you may not talk without permission. When you do speak, you must speak in the third person, referring to yourself as my slave, pet or toy, and you must refer to me as your mistress or queen or as ma'am. Third, you may not eat or drink without permission. Fourth, you may not piss or shit without permission. Fifth, you may not cum without permission and this rule stays in effect for the next year. Sixth, you must obey my commands. Seventh, you may not see me naked -- not my breasts, not my ass, not my pussy. Nothing. This also applies to pictures of all women. As a corollary, if I want you naked, then you strip -- no matter where, when or who is there. This rule also stays in effect the next year. This rule is also already in effect, so you'll need to start the weekend with punishment. Also, since I'll spend most of the weekend naked, you'll spend most of the weekend blindfolded. You may stop kissing my feet long enough to ask questions. Do you have any questions?"
"I don't have any questions," he answered.
Grabbing his hair, she forced him back on his knees and placed the top of her foot under his balls, lifting them slightly. "Part of rule 2, speak in the third person. You are my slave, pet or toy and I am you mistress or queen," she said. Then she snapped her ankle up, to slap his balls with her foot. Continuing, "Now, do you have any questions?"
"Your slave does not have any questions, mistress," he answered.
She let go of his hair and turned off the water. "Get us some towels," were her next words.
"Yes, mistress," and then he stood shakily and stepped out of the shower. With his hands zipped behind his back there was some difficulty getting the two towels, but at last he brought them to her.
"Kneel," she said and began to dry herself off. As minutes pass, he started this shiver on the cold tile floor. When she was done, she started drying the now cold water off him. Done drying, she attached a collar, with leash, and then tied on a blindfold. Before placing the blindfold, she said, "Take a last look, you won't see me naked again for a year." And after it was placed, she laughed, "Now I won't have to continually punish you. Only, since the shower started."
She grabbed the leash and started towards out of the bathroom and he stood to follow. "Did I say you could stand?" she snapped.
"No mistress," he responded and started following on his knees.
Punishment:
Half leading and half dragging, she pulled to the bed and had him lay in the middle of the bed, face up with his zip tied hands under him. Then she strapped ankle cuffs to him and secured them to the corners of the bed frame. Laying next to him, she pressed her naked body to his and they began to kiss for several minutes. "It's nice to kiss without worry about where your hands are, pet. But we have more to talk about, so kissing will have wait." she said. Then reach down, she began to stroke is very hard cock, stroking downward from the head, past the base until she was slightly pulling on his sack.
As she stroked, "When we play at home, I tie you up for a hour's play and you mostly know what is going to happen. This weekend you'll spend every minute tied and you'll never know what is going to happen. So for we'll have some safe words. If you say 'yellow', then I'll slow. If you say 'red', then I'll stop. However, if you use either word, then we're done with bondage games forever after this weekend. Either you're mine to do with as I please, or you're not. Do you understand?"
"Ahhh, yes, mistress," he tried to breath, but her attention to his cock made listening, much less speaking difficult.
"Good. Also, don't forget -- cumming without permission is punishable. Now, when we play at home it is just bondage. But bondage is just part of the acronym you've searched by -- BDSM and the other acronym floating out there is D/S. Now the 'D' in BDSM is for discipline, 'S' is sadism, and 'M" is masochism, I believe. And I think the D/S is for dominance and submission. Neither one of us is into pain for pain sake, but pain can be use to punish -- to remind you of your submission and of my dominance. In other words, the 'D' in BDSM, discipline, has been missing. You get tied up and cum. To be honest, you usually do a good job of taking care of me first, but if you do displease me nothing really happens. Now, some pain is physical and some pain is not -- I know you think you enjoy a little sexual humiliation, but we'll see. Starting tonight, you'll be disciplined for your indiscretions in the bedroom and elsewhere as I see fit. The first indiscretion you have to repent of is seeing me naked in the shower. You will start to beg to be punished for seeing me naked."
