Submerged in the large, smooth tub, full of slowly cooling water and her own seeping juices, she moaned through her gag. Blindfolded, ears full of water, nipple rings clipped with chains that fastened to rings inset into his custom designed tub, she continued to rock her hips... Which, she’d found, would bring her clit closer to the water which slammed down from above in a tight, controlled stream. But, it also pushed her shoulders and chest down, pulling against the chains to her nipples, and nearly bringing the waterlevel above her nose.
She had no concept of how long she’d been in the water, but her clit felt swollen and raw, and her fingers were shriveling from the water beating down on them as she spread herself open. The tub had filled around her, almost to overflowing, twice... each time, her captor had watched her rock herself, risking her own breathing to continue fucking, until he would drain the tub, and let it fill again.
Finally, as she tired, and the tub drained, the water was turned off. Shaking her head gently, she cleared her ears of fluid, returning her hearing. The heavy breath of the man who’d taken her prisoner came closer to her ears, her neck, as he bent to her. “I knew you’d like that. How do you feel?” Although she was unable to speak through her gag, she let her mind explore her body beyond her over-stimulated clit and nipples. In the heat and wetness of the shower, all of the ties - to her ankles, knees, wrists, and holding her wrists to her legs at the top of her thighs - had tightened, as good fabric shrinks when wetted for the first time. The pain of increasing tightness had gone unnoticed while she climaxed over and over... But now - without the tub of water supporting her weight - her pain and helplessness overwhelmed her.
“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you - I didn’t promise that nothing else would.” The edge of mockery in his voice, his laughter and pleasure at her pale, naked skin, hair dark and wet, her helplessness, sliced through her thoughts. “You must be very, very still. I’m going to have to cut through all these ties with a nice, sharp blade - but maybe you’d like to watch?” Moaning, her nostrils flared with her sharp breath - she turned blindly towards him, eager to see who’d brought her here for such strange sex.
“Just wait - I’m going to turn off some of this light - I wouldn’t want to hurt your eyes.” A moment, and then he reached behind her head, supporting her neck, holding her completely immobile. Quickly, a knife sliced through her blindfold - he folded his knife, and caught the blindfold as it fell. Like a child blinking at being awoken for school by a harsh father, she flinched, squeezing her eyes closed as tightly as she could. His deep, rolling laughter, sexy and affectionate, made her risk squinting - into the light of one tall candle. The room was large, as she’d thought from the first echoes of her high-heeled shoes clicking on the tiled floor. Colors were muted, but - in the dimness, she saw only shades, and -
She groaned with frustration at being unable to reach for the man who’d brought her here. Tall, massive, dressed in his tux from the party... and, dear god, how big could his cock be? Her fingers reached, unsuccessfully, for her clit, to be inside her. He was by far the biggest man she’d ever seen. And then he smiled at her, knowing what she wanted...
