I see you get undressed, preparing to take a shower. The soft skin on your ass begs to be touched, to be smacked. Your muscular arms flex and pulse as you move. Your limp cock bounces delicately. How delicious you are.
Should I torment you? A smack on the ass? Or a pinch? Or should I be nice? Should I take your soft cock in my mouth and run my tongue over it until it becomes hard and thick? Should I caress your balls, gathering them in my hand and tugging them until you moan? Or should I just let you go to the shower, alone, not realizing these thoughts dancing behind my eyes?
You move away and I still do nothing. What am I waiting for? Something still isn't right, the moment hasn't come yet. I'm feeling naughty; in charge. I want you to know that I have all the power and you are mine to do with as I please. So I wait.
The shower turns on, I know your rituals well. You will shampoo your hair, then take the bar of soap and carefully scrub, paying special attention to your cock, balls and ass. I know that you will be thorough, you always are. I wonder if you are jacking off this time. I wonder if I should call out and tell you not to. You being unable to get hard when I want to play would displease me. "Do not jerk off. I want you." I decide it is time to reveal myself as mistress.
Your stillness reveals to me that I have caught you off guard. You aren't sure what awaits you when you are done in the shower, I like that you are off balance. I lay, still dressed, on the bed. I hear only a few more seconds of water running, then complete silence descends upon our rooms.
Moments pass and you appear, now clean and fresh, completely nude in the doorway. I see the suspicion in your eyes as you register that I am not undressed. Your brow furrows, but you cannot hide your wilting erection.
"Don't say anything." I instruct you. Then I beckon for you to come and lay on the bed, next to me. As you lay down, you lean in for a kiss and I turn my head and lightly smack your face. "I am in charge now. You must ask before you do anything to me. Understand?" You nod and I can see your confusion, but I also notice that your cock has regained some hardness.
I reach over and trace my fingers down your flat, slightly hairy stomach. Down I gently, lightly, barely touch you, ever-so-slightly disturbing your curly pubic hair. I carefully avoid making any contact with your now fully erect member. My fingers touch your upper thighs and I move agonizingly slowly, dragging only my fingertips on your skin.
You moan and wriggle. You can barely keep from thrusting your hips so that your cock will make contact with something, anything. "Do I need to tie you down?" You moan louder and shake your head no, but I am not convinced. I lean in and kiss you, hard, thrusting my tongue in your mouth. You kiss me back, fiercely, and when I bite your lower lip you give a tiny gasp.
Now, while we are still kissing, I cup my hand and barely touch your balls. You cannot keep the moan from escaping and I tenderly stroke and caress, all the while touching with just my fingertips. But I have yet to touch your cock. I tease you, putting my fingers in a circle and moving it up and down your shaft. You know my hand is there, but I make no contact.
Sitting up suddenly, I demand that you sit up as well and begin to remove my clothes. Your hands fumble with the buttons on my shirt and you cannot manage to unhook my bra. I am displeased with your performance. Does not everyone know how to undress? I smack your hands and tell you to get off the bed. You stand at the side, cock quivering, unsure of where all this is going.