Bath Time with Bambie

Another piece inspired by the lovely 'Bambie Brainwasher.'

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You know you shouldn't be here. But it feels so good when you are.

And with the day you've had, you so desperately want to feel good.

No matter the cost.

Even before you clocked out for the day, you knew exactly what you needed to do. Where you needed to go.

Sure, you'd promised yourself you wouldn't. That the last time would be the last time.

But then, how many times before had you told yourself that very same thing, only to wind up right back here?

Right outside Bambie's door.

You'd rung her up on your lunch break, when the stress of the day was already too much for you to bear. And though it'd been a month since you'd last paid her a visit, she seemed quite pleased to hear from you again.

"Be at my place at six," she said, that husky, sensuous voice of her already peeling away the layers of resistance you'd built up. "Don't be late."

As if you ever would be.

As if you ever could be.

At ten to five you were already standing there, feeling slightly sheepish, but oh so desperate. Your hand shakes as you knock on her door, just as the rest of you does as you wonder if she will be angry with you for being away so long.

Yet all those worries vanish the moment the door swings open, revealing Bambie in all her glory.

Her familiar smile- warm and wicked and everything in between all at once, beckons you, and your eyes can't help but move down and examine the curves of her body. Hidden as they may be beneath the soft, silk pink bathrobe she's wearing, you know them so intimately that they may as well be burned into your memory.

Which they are, even if you don't remember.

"Aww, look at you," Bambie says, forgoing any formal greeting and switching instead to a look of mock compassion. "I know you said you were feeling stressed, but I didn't realize it was this bad... You'd better come in right away baby. Bambie is gonna make everything all better..."

And without a word, you follow her inside and shut the door behind you.

Walking along the well-trod floor of her house, Bambie leads you towards the bathroom, your eyes glued to her bare legs and feet the whole way as your mind fills with images of the rest of her body. Try as you might, it is almost impossible to think of anything else in her presence except her.

Flicking on the light switch, Bambie moves towards the tub, and as she bends over to open the tap, her big, bare, juicy bottom rises into the air and fills your gaze. And the moment you see it, all the programming you've tried so hard to forget comes rushing back just like the water filling the tub.

She turns to face you with a smirk, the expression on your face more than enough for her to know she already has you where she wants you. "Now then, let's get you out of those clothes."

Bambie's fingers begin to unbutton your shirt, and like a rag doll, you simply let her do so. She deftly slips it off and drops it to the floor before undoing your belt and doing the same with your pants.

For a brief moment, your mind reminds you that you shouldn't be here. That you should turn around and leave. But the moment your boxers hit the floor and you find yourself standing before her completely naked, you know in your heart that you couldn't leave even if you tried.

Even though nothing has happened yet, your cock is already hard simply from being in Bambie's presence, a fact she just barely acknowledges with a giggle.

Gently, she places a warm hand on your shoulder, and you almost collapse there and then from the unexpected yet longed-for contact. Bambie slowly moves it down your back, the tension you've been wrestling with all day apparent even now. "Oh my, you really are tense... I bet it's been so long since you were truly able to relax, hasn't it?"

Though she doesn't come out and say it, the look in her eyes tells you exactly what she's getting at. You'd tried to get away from her and failed, and Bambie is happily poking fun at that particular fact with a twisted sort of glee. Wicked as she is, it's not as if you could deny it.

All you can do is nod, then watch as she slips off her bathrobe to reveal her own naked body.

It's as amazing as you remember, soft and thick and practically oozing raw, sexual power. Bambie doesn't even need to touch you- just the sight of her is more than enough to get the blood pumping straight down to your cock.

A cock she carefully takes hold of as she leads you towards the waiting tub.

Slowly, you step into it as you have dozens of times before, the warmth of the water and the growing suds, as well as the beguiling scent of the soap engulfing you as you begin to submerge your body. It feels so good, and even if this were all you were here for, it would certainly do the job of relaxing you.

But Bambie has much more in store and you know it.

You watch in awe as she joins you- one foot rising up and catching your eyes as it makes its way into the water, followed by a thick, meaty thigh. For a brief moment you catch sight of her delectable pussy, but it is quickly replaced by her other foot and leg, and before you know it she too is submerged in the warm water. The suds cover her beautiful body, removing it from your sight for a few seconds before reappearing, now slick and soapy and wet.

A small groan escapes your lips as you take in the sight of her sud-covered breasts, and Bambie smiles. "Mmm, that feels good, doesn't it? The warmth of the water, the scent of the soap... the sight of my big, bouncy tits just floating in front of your eyes...."

"Yes..." you manage to mutter, your eyes immediately drawn to her magnificent

breasts, a trickle of soapy water slipping down and splitting around her nipple.

"Yes, what?" She asks, playfully splashing you with the water.

"Yes Bambie...." you reply with a sigh, causing another smile to cross her lips.

"Good boy."

Reaching out of the tub, Bambie picks up a fluffy red cloth and submerges it into the water before bringing it out and squeezing out the excess moisture and soap onto her waiting tits. You watch every movement, completely and utterly mesmerized by her actions, your eyes torn between the water moving down her breasts and her hand gently gripping the washcloth.

"Come a little closer," she says, beckoning you with a soapy finger. "Let's wash all those worries of yours away."

For a moment you hesitate, the walls of resistance you'd managed to build up since the last time you were here already beginning to crumble beneath the power of Bambie's tantalizing tits... But then you look up at her face, and her eyes draw you in just as they have countless times before.

What can you do?

You slip closer to her, giving in just as you always do.

"Good boy," Bambie says, bringing the warm, wet, soapy cloth to her chest and squeezing out more suds.

Slowly, her hand begins to wipe them away in a circular motion, the red of the washcloth and the white of the suds coming together as Bambie slowly rubs her bare breasts, lathering them up and making your eyes widen with each and every pass. You could stare at her breasts for hours- and had in the past, but the longer

you do, the less you are aware of anything happening around you.

The gentle rotation of the red cloth entrances you, and the dripping of the faucet behind her along with the warmth of the water comes together, a cacophony meant to bring you deeper and deeper into the trance you've been dangling at the edge of ever since you made that call.

Ever since you found yourself back in Bambie's web.

Let alone her bathtub.

So focused are you on Bambie washing her breasts, you almost miss the words she's speaking- words your subconscious mind is already quite familiar with.

"That's it... scrub away the pain," her soft, seductive voice coos as she lathers more soap onto her breasts.

Even as your eyes follow the washcloth, you feel your cock grow harder beneath the water- as well as something else.

Bambie's soft, wet feet.

They gently begin to rub your erection eliciting further moans even as your gaze finds itself unable to look away from the sight in front of it.

The washcloth begins to move away from her breasts, still moving in a circular motion as Bambie begins to lather up her armpit, then her arm before switching to the other. All the while her feet continue to tease you, and you can almost feel your mind turning to jelly beneath the twin assault of her soft soles and her almost hypnotic scrubbing.

"Wash away your worries...." she whispers, so low you almost don't hear her, yet you can't deny that is exactly what she is doing. The longer you watch Bambie bathe herself, the less tense you feel. All your stress is melting away- along with your resistance, if you ever truly had any.

Without warning, she pulls away her feet, much to your dismay, although you watch as she raises one leg out from the depths of the tub and begins to wash it with the same fervor as her upper body. Your eyes can't help but watch as the red washcloth and white soapy suds lather up her legs and thighs, and though you haven't moved a muscle, you'd swear you'd begun to sink.

And you have, just not into the tub.

Finishing up her legs, Bambie slides them back beneath the water, returning her feet to your now aching cock. Gently, she rubs them even as she begins to wash the suds off her breasts, bringing your attention right back to them as she once more whispers another long-forgotten command.

"Forget your silly name," she continues, and as her soft, soapy feet tease you, you have to admit such a thing is rather easy to do. In fact, at that moment, you've honestly forgotten almost everything. Everything except the fact that Bambie is in control.

Nothing else matters, if it ever did.

You groan as her feet run the length of your shaft, poking at your balls with her toes before they toy with the tip. It feels so good, but a small part of you is still refusing to give in. And Bambie knows it.

"Stop fighting it baby, just relax... You know you want this. You need this. You need Bambie."

She says it with such certainty, such conviction, that it is impossible for you to deny it.

You need Bambie.

The washcloth stops moving around her breasts and submerges into the water once more, only to pop back out and squeeze out even more suds onto her already soaking tits before starting to scrub them again. Each pass of the red washcloth around her bare flesh sends signals into your mind, bringing you deeper and deeper by the second.

"Let my tits drain your brain."

You blink and notice Bambie smiling as she says this, her eyes so inviting, so hypnotic... And you know you don't have a choice. Her big, bountiful breasts are all you care about, the sum total of your entire world, and the longer you stare at them, the better you feel.

The world beyond this tub may as well no longer exist, and you feel your troubles melting away into the warm water.

Suddenly, Bambie pulls her feet away again and moves closer to you, her legs sliding around you and her breasts mere inches from you. You can practically feel the warmth of her body, and that's before her hand reaches around you and the washcloth touches down on your bare back.

Slowly, she begins to lather up your back, leaning forward to speak into your ear as she does so.

"Scrub away the pain...."

As the cloth moves down your back, it certainly feels as if that's what's happening. Bambie's strong grip keeps it moving, sliding up and down and all around your back and shoulders, washing away all the stress and tension as well as whatever lingering resistance you may have had left. All of it simply melts away, dripping down your body like the warm soapy water, and making you weaker by the second.

"Wash away your worries..."

Bambie brings the washcloth around to your chest, stroking it softly and gently tweaking at your nipples as you groan with pleasure and need.

Moving it down your body and beneath the water, she teasingly stops before she reaches your aching erection, and you simply sit there and let her. The sensations and scents and words relaxing you more than you ever thought possible.

"No more worries, no more thoughts... Just a nice, clean brain... You want that, don't you baby?"

Another moan slips out, followed by two words just barely audible beneath it. "Yes, Bambie..."

She smiles, bringing the washcloth back down under the water and wrapping it around your shaft. Slowly, Bambie begins to stroke it, to clean your cock even as more and more blood is rushing towards it from your already beleaguered brain. All the while, your eyes are fixed on her breasts as they bounce in the warm water, and suddenly, everything else vanishes. There is only Bambie, just as there always should be.

"Nice and clean and empty, just the way you like it," she whispers, her hands sliding up and down the length of you. "Let Bambie's tits drain away your brain..."

And you do.

Your mind melting away, being gently washed with care by the kind and generous Goddess before you. Why did you ever think you could get away from her? Why did you ever want to? This is all you want, all you need, and as your worries and stress and thoughts and everything else fall away, they are quickly replaced as they always are by the want- no, the need, to obey Bambie.

Releasing your cock, she slips away and brings her feet back to tease it once more, the washcloth returning to her breasts to give them- as well as your brain, one last good scrubbing. You know what's coming, but you no longer care. This is what you came for, what you so desperately needed, and there's no way to stop it.

Your eyes follow the washcloth all around Bambie's big, bouncing breasts, the hypnotic motion finalizing your brainwashing even as her feet slip and slide along your aching cock. But it is her words that draw what little focus you have left as they worm their way into your now clean and empty brain.

"Scrub away the pain...."

"Wash away your worries..."

"Forget your silly name..."

"Let tits drain your brain..."

"Pour your money...."

"Down...."

"The...."

"Drain...."

The second the last word echoes out, you hear the sound of the water draining out even as you sit there, blank-eyed and erect in the slowly emptying tub. Bambie stands above you, her bare, glistening wet body filling your gaze even as her wicked smile beams down at you.

Without a word, she steps out of the bathtub, and you follow her a moment later. She hands you a towel, and you carefully dry her off, feeling her soft body for a moment before doing the same to yourself.

Your cock reaches out for Bambie, but she shakes her head and points to your clothes on the floor.

Slowly, you reach into your pants and pull out your wallet.

Opening it, you pull out all the money inside- several hundred dollars you'd taken out on your way here, and hand it to her before starting to get dressed.

Bambie slides the bills into the pocket of her bathrobe, then giggles. "Bet you feel so much better now... So much lighter and relaxed...."

You nod, practically mindlessly, then follow Bambie out of the bathroom and back towards the front door.

Once there, she smiles at you, as well as the bulge still evident in your pants. "I want you to go home and stroke that cock for me... I want you to edge it over and over again until you can't take it anymore... Then do it again."

She lets out a wicked laugh as you groan, but stifles it after a moment. "Only when you're so desperately aching that you can't bear it anymore are you allowed to cum... And only while thinking of me."

"Yes Bambie," you reply, your voice as empty as your head.

"Good boy," she says, leaning over to give you a small peck on the cheek. "And don't be a stranger. You know you are always welcome to come over and relax..."

You nod, then open the door and prepare to leave. However, before you can, Bambie takes hold of your shoulder, spins you around and opens up her bathrobe, flashing you her incredible naked body once more. One final reminder of the

power she has over you.

Power you happily gave her.

Along with the money sticking out of her bathrobe pocket.

Then she shuts the door, and you stumble back to your car. Desperate, aching, drained, and more relaxed than you've felt in a very long time.

And much as a part of you hates to admit, one thing remains true.

You'll most certainly be back.