I had just slipped into the shower, warm water sluicing over my body, steam rising, misting, pooling at the ceiling. Thoughts of washing the day away uppermost on my mind. Dribbling lavender-scented body wash onto the loofah, I started to run it over my arm. Humming tunelessly to myself, I felt I could stay there forever. My face turned up towards the spray, my eyes closed, I did not hear the door open and snick shut softly.
Frowning slightly at a small draft, I started to scream as a hand wrapped around the side of my neck and covered my mouth. Moving me inexorably against the hot, hard naked body standing behind me. Even wet, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Fear or excitement, you decide. I know my answer.
He leant in and whispered against my neck "I am going to take you places you have never been. You are going to do things you have never done. And finally, if you are good my dear, you will enjoy me to the last drop." He then sunk his teeth into my neck, not puncturing, but there was force. This was done with such conviction that I knew I would be most assuredly used this evening. He eased his hand away from my mouth and rested his forehead on top of my head for a moment. I knew that any miscalculation, any perception of non compliance, any slight would result in a punishment or forfeit. If you haven't already guessed, I know the man behind me.
Let's back up a bit. My name is Marie and I am in service to Sir (Steve in his everyday life or Steverino if you are feeling particularly jovial). I am never jovial. And I would never disrespect him this way. (In fact no one does, it just went with the flow of the story… sorry Steve! Author's prerogative.) When I am collared, I am respectful, pleasing and above all circumspect. I only use proper English and I am always prepared. I know that is the Boy Scout motto, but it applies. By prepared, I mean I am well-dressed, well-heeled (in more ways than one) and well-stocked. Despite the misunderstandings and misgivings of others who lack "certain knowledge", the relationship is actually one of equality.
Our relationship was one filled with adventure, passion and commitment. We are not swingers, we don't allow the games we play to interfere with our daily lives and we are both highly intelligent and creative people who have found an outlet for our proclivities. Our rules are simple, our lives uncomplicated. And we always respect the wishes and limits of the other, but those are few and far between. For no other reason than we enjoy the mutual pleasures we bring. Whether you, gentle reader, are appalled or intrigued, enter freely to our world for a brief moment in time. (Our public service announcement has ended, back to the shower!)
Sir placed both hands under my breasts testing and hefting their weight. His thumbs brushing against my hardened nipples, my head falling back against his shoulder. One penalty. I had forgotten the rule about posture. Sir's hands withdrew from my breasts abruptly and he stepped back slightly. I bent forward at the waist slightly and braced my elbows against the wall. Smack! Smack! Smack! Sir's hand fell in quick succession five times on each cheek. Then a hand on the back of my neck, fingers in my hair, grasping a hank and pulling me back up into an upright position; my bottom tingling where I had been punished.
Once again, positioning me as he desired, I waited with bated breath for what was going to happen next. I should explain that I never knew what might occur. Sir would call or email his request and I would make arrangements from there. Obviously, tonight's events were starting in the shower. A rare occasion indeed, but one that would be cherished. Showers were a gift, Sir knowing how pleased I would be. One gift, one penalty, balance achieved.
Luxuriating for a second more in the jets, I stepped aside to allow Sir to feel the pulsations and eddying of the water directly onto his body. I moved behind him and took that half-remembered loofah and used broad strokes down his back. My hands and fingers caressing his well-defined musculature, traveling everywhere, kneading the tension of the day away. Sir groaned and inhaled deeply under my ministrations. Redistributing his weight with the shift of my fingers, arching into them, like a cat. A very sinuous cat, one who valued touch. My hands moved up to his shoulders and down his arms carefully repeating the process.
One hand reaching down playfully to test his tensile strength, knowing I would find him starting to harden. Too early yet to fully explore there, I had further places to find. Dropping softly to my knees, I started licking his cheeks, nuzzling them, nipping gently. My fingers on his hips to pull him closer, my nose traversing the length of his crack, up and down. Now, I was the cat, if momentarily. My fingers reaching under again to give a small tug, fingers brushing his balls. I was being very naughty, teasing him mercilessly. I would pay later, but for now I was enjoying the teasing.
Returning once more to his backside and moving down further still, my tongue darting out at odd moments to caress and tickle him. Sir was standing still through this, his mind overturning the possibilities. He let the touch of a smile grace his lips as those thoughts tumbled randomly. He had hit upon the most perfectly delicious way to repay her for her waywardness. Marie thought herself to be in control for the time being, but Steve knew better. Mind you, he was thoroughly amused, but now was the moment for change.
As I lapped at Sir's ankles, lavishing my tongue over and around the tops of his feet, I felt the almost imperceptible tension gathering itself through his body. Tingling awareness again evident at the back of my neck. Sir abruptly switched the shower off and started the tub, filling it, opening the curtain to reveal that he had lit the candles surrounding the tub. Extending a hand, he cast us in flickering light once he flipped the nearby switch. I sat back on my haunches and awaited his request. (Explanation here… this is a two-person tub we are speaking of, with water jets on the sides and the controls placed above out of the way. One of my tasks is to ensure this tub is kept gleaming at all times.)
Sir slid elegantly down into the rapidly filling tub and leaned redolently at one end. My lips twitching in mischief, I hovered over him, watching his beautiful cock, as it bobbed gently there. I laid my head against one smooth thigh and licked my lips, just enjoying the sight of him. My tongue lazily reaching out to take a swipe. I looked up at Sir through half-lidded eyes and went to work. Sir is not a martinet, but I took heed of the banked embers in those orbs, he was in the mood for some serious cock-sucking!
