She took her time getting ready. The bath with softly scented oils and flower petals, the fragrant perfumes and the transparent black negligee that was barely covering her pale skin.
Her full breasts felt heavy and her nipples were tightened to the point where it was slightly painful, especially when the mesh fabric of the shift she was wearing brushed against their points. It was a soft caress, making her breasts ache for the punishment she knew was to come.
When she walked to him in the master bedroom, her shaved pussy was already soaked, her juices starting to leave the smallest trails down the inside of her thighs, enough so that she felt the cool stickiness as she walked and the ache in her clit begging for her attention was only made worse by the wetness in between her legs.
He was laying on the bed, on his side facing the doorway as she walked in. He was naked saved for a thick silver hoop through each nipple and the small stud in his ear. As he saw her, his cock swelled in his lap, showing his appreciation for her efforts.
"Did you follow my instructions?", he asks her.
"Yes, I did", she nods as she blushes. His instructions to her were to drink two full glasses of water, take a warm bath, and not to pee before coming into the bedroom. She wondered what he had in store for her, and the pictures in her head were enough to make her drip even more wetness in anticipation of what he might have in mind. She knew he wasn't into watersports per se, so she wondered what creative scenario he had in mind for her, and craved all of it.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, and she moved to stand in front of him. He removed the black negligee with a sweep of his hand, then weighed her heavy, swollen breasts in his hands, rolling the flesh across his palms, and squeezing hard enough it made her sigh with pain and pleasure and arch her back pressing all of her breasts into his broad, questing hands.
He would pinch the skin around her nipples, squeezing hard, then soft, probing and pinching in varying degrees until she was moaning in appreciation, and aching for him to take her nipples and squeeze hard. Instead, his hands slide down her sides, and with one hand sliding to her lower back, he uses his other hand to push down firmly on her bladder. She moans in pleasure, as the pressure makes her clench the muscles inside of her empty aching pussy.
"Do you feel full honey?", he asks coyly of her.
"Yes," she admits with a hint of embarrassment, "not too uncomfortably so though". He laughs and opens the cabinet near the bed. He removes several items, laying them out in a row on the bedside table. One of the items happens to be another bottle of water about ten inches tall and around 4 inches in diameter. He hands it to her with a smile on his face.
"That's very good. Now drink this down for me now like a good girl"