Not all is as it seems...
Do we ever really know what goes on behind closed doors? Do we ever stop to think of the freak that exists beneath the surface? I am a high school teacher...most people who meet me think sweet and innocent. If they really knew the dark side that lurks beneath the surface they'd be appalled that I teach their children. I am owned; I am the slave to a very strong, very powerful man. I do what he tells me, who he tells me, when he tells me; I cum only when given permission. At times he's very brutal and hurtful...he likes to remind me that I am his slut, his whore. At others he's sweet and caring; giving me reason to stay, to not run away from him.
This story is about one of the sweeter times...I was in the shower one day when he decided to join me. As his slave I have no privacy and he's free to come to me and take me at his whim. As I picked up the shampoo bottle to wash my hair, he took it from me and began to lather my hair from root to tip, rinsing it, then gently massaging conditioner into my hair, rubbing my scalp, all the while I was wishing it was my clit he was rubbing. The sweet sensuality of it all had my cunt throbbing with desire...cum beginning to pool between the lips of my pussy. After my hair he took my loofa and my favorite soap, tropical pleasures, and began to suds my entire body...he ran the loofa up one arm and down the other. Teasing my breasts by just skimming across the tops. He caressed my back coming to rest just above my ass, reminding me that he controlled my every orgasm. Just as I was about to beg him to touch me he moved the loofa up and over my breasts, circling around each nipple taking time to lather one while he caressed the other. Squeezing each breast, pinching the nipple, rinsing them off, kissing each tit in turn. Sucking, biting my nipples, causing me divine pain.
Moving the sudsy loofa down my stomach to caress the area between my legs, he spread apart the lips of my hot, wet cunt. The rough loofa causing such sweet ecstasy that I wanted to beg, to plead for release. However, I knew it was too soon; I knew not to anger him at times like these.