She stood frozen, unable to move a muscle.
He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, not saying a word. The acoustics in the confined area amplified everything. She could hear his fingers lightly rasp over the material of her shirt as he went from button to button. She could hear her breathing getting heavier with each one undone.
Two buttons left. He pulled the blouse out from under her skirt to reach the final ones. She could feel the smooth material slide against her skin as he did so.
It was now unbuttoned. He slipped it from her shoulders, down off her body and onto the tiled floor. He did so smoothly, fully intent on having the material move ever so lightly against her. Goosebumps sprang into existence wherever she felt the light caresses.
Oh god.
She felt his hands on her shoulders, sliding down her body as he walked around to her back. She could feel and hear him sniff her hair, feel his nose nuzzling against her neck. Her breathing was becoming more labored.
He unbuckled her bra, then gently slid the straps off her shoulders. The bra cups tenuously hung off her breasts, her erect nipples catching the material and preventing it from falling further.
He kissed her shoulder, and she felt his fingertips run down her back. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wanted him, no... she needed him. She wanted to grab him, to shove her nipples into his mouth, to force her cunt down upon his stiff cock. She wanted to feel her nails dig into his back, wanted to... but she couldn't. She was frozen, unable to move a muscle.
He bent down and pulled her skirt off her body. She felt his fingers slide up her legs; first the left, then the right. Her knees felt weak. He reached for her panties and then pulled down one side, kissing where the fabric had been. The heat from his mouth felt scalding. She was so damp between her legs. She knew he could smell her, could sense the torrid humidity there, but he didn't reach toward her boiling need. Instead, he replaced where the panty had been covering and moved on.
His hands slid down her thighs again. Then, he placed one hand on her buttock. His firm grip weakened her knees again. She wanted to fall to the floor and onto him, but she was frozen, unable to move a muscle.
I'm frozen, unable to move a muscle. Oh god!
Every time that realization hit her, she felt her arousal reach a little higher. Except, the greater her pleasure went, the more she wanted to move, to kiss and touch him. The conflict was driving her body insane.
He stood up and turned away from her momentarily to turn on the shower.
How did he know? I never told him about that
. The day she had been exposed to the potion, Dan had told her to enter the lab's shower... and when she had, a part of her had somehow imprinted the experience into her. Ever since, standing in a shower or the rain was incredibly erotic to her. She would orgasm for minutes on end as her shower head sprayed onto her cunt... it's pulsating force almost as pleasurable as Dan was to her. She would take two or three showers a day, stopping only after the hot water would run out. She had been embarrassed by this new and addictive fetish, never telling or hinting to anyone, not even Dan.
Yet, here she was standing in Dan's bathroom, next to a running shower, and about to be driven insane by desire, being punished for trying to slip him the potion and instead, accidentally dosing Jennifer the cheerleader earlier that day. .
"You are frozen, unable to move a muscle unless I tell you otherwise. You cannot climax until I tell you to do so. You know you get turned on anytime you obey me... so every time you even think about moving and don't it makes you hornier. Every second that you don't climax excites you more. You are going to get so horny that you will want to beg me for release, but you won't be able to beg." He had said this before starting this slow and exquisite torture of her.
He now pulled her bra off and leaned over. She could feel his breath on her nipple. It felt like ice, like a blast furnace. He placed his hand gently under her breast and teased its underside. She could smell herself and also the water pouring down in the nearby shower. The sound of the shower, Dan's presence. She was already so close to cumming. If Dan would just touch her fully, just kis...
He kissed her nipple and Beth felt her body tremble. She couldn't stop it, she could feel the orgasm churning up her body. She tried to think of other things, anything to dampen her desire and arousal. She felt him slide her panties down her legs to her feet.
Feet....
Dan previously had attempted to embed a foot fetish into her, succeeding far easier than he had expected. Now, that training was hitting her too. She wanted to, needed, to worship at his feet...
No, no, no!
. She needed to obey him and stay frozen, unable to move.
Oh god!
Her body was failing her though. It was succumbing to the pleasure. Her body started to tremble harder as she fought to hold it absolutely still.
A whimper escaped her lips as Dan slowly slid a finger up her inner thigh towards her sopping pussy. He paused, and even that momentary pause was a relief. Beth desperately forced her body back from the brink of orgasm.
Dan stood up and examined her critically. Beth's trembling stopped as she marshaled her defenses. Then Dan kissed her.
Beth couldn't help it, her knees started to buckle. She couldn't concentrate on standing anymore. Her mind was solely concentrated on not consciously moving or orgasming. Any thought required to maintain a standing position was needed elsewhere.
Dan caught her and helped her stand erect until she was able to regain her posture.
She felt her orgasm roiling just under the surface. The slightest stray thought would defeat her. The fact that Dan had to touch her to help her remain standing wasn't lost on her. If she thought about it too deeply, that could very well be the thought that broke her will.
Dan pulled her into the shower.
