Please note this story is hopefully the first in a set of series that describes Heather's Valentine's Day from her husband. Please be nice as this is my first attempt at writing a story at all much less like this. I value actual critique because I found this to be enjoyable and would like to know if I should continue writing. Please don't bash me for it being forced or fake because it is in that category, so if it isn't your cup of tea please don't read it. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope you enjoy.
Heather has jet black hair with the last inch a shocking bright red, cut around her chin. It drew attention to her, under closer inspection, stunning face. Light brown eyes that are the color of rich honey in the right sun light, was the best feature of her face because of the direct contrast of her hair. She had a mouth that just begged to be sucking a dick. She had a little pixie nose. Some would say her 36D breast with bottle shaped nipples are her best feature but I believe it is her ass that is her best feature. It is just the right size to fit in your hand and you always have to watch when she bends over. She was 30 years old but looks 23. Heather is married to a man who likes to play mind games with her and tear her down. This Valentine's Day he has planned a special day for his wife. His wife of 4 years had proven how much of a slut she was but this day he was going to put it to the ultimate test.
Heather woke thinking this Valentine's Day was going to be a letdown like usual her husband forgetting to do anything. She figured after not having sex with him for a week and half she would have to do the usual thing and lay on her back with a pillow over face while her husband used her pussy or ass for as long as it took him to cum. He was sometimes known to use their toys when they had sex and she figured today would be no different. She crept quietly to the bathroom, to take a shower, careful not to wake her husband who had just got off work 4 hours earlier.
She turns on the bath and goes to the rest room while waiting for the bath water to turn warm. Heather then turns the shower on and is about to step into the shower when her husband walks in and gives her a quick kiss and asks if he can join her. She said sure. She was shocked when he tells her to jump in the shower ahead of him and he left the bathroom after only taking a kiss. She climbs in and closes the shower curtain. As she steps under the steaming water she hears the door click as her husband returns. Pulling back the shower curtain he reveals in his hands that he is carrying her 12 inch long 3 inch wide veined purple dildo and the blue and white submarine toy that is about 3 ½ inches wide and 11 inches long. It was bought at a store in the pool equipment as an underwater submarine.
Heather shock registers on her face as she realizes this is going to be one of those showers. She starts to speak to protest when her husband says, "Careful slave I haven't given you permission to talk."
She instantly shut her mouth fearing to anger him. Setting the toys on the side of the tub, he said, "Slave you look dirty, let me wash you".
He leans down and grabs her favorite body washes the one she uses for special occasions. He looks up and says slave I want the water so move. Heather slides past her husband and jolts as her body brushes against his. She turns around to face him as he has the water hitting his back. He squirts the soap liberally all over her chest, shoulders and stomach.
"Slave I want you to use me as your sponge and wash yourself only using your body and mine, you may at no time use your hands. Do you understand me slave?" He asks.
"Yes, Master" she meekly responds.
She walks up till she is toe to toe with him and can feel her nipples rub up against his chest and she feels bursts of electricity so much so that she steps back. "Two," he whispers.
She knows from previous experience that nothing good comes from him counting. She quickly steps back up and wraps her arms around him careful to not let her hands touch him. She starts standing on her tippy toes sliding her boobs across his chest. Feeling the little hairs on his chest it sends little sensations down to her pussy causing it to burn. She knows if she doesn't do a good job she will be punished worse than she was already in for. Heather got even closer to him straddling his leg, while she used his support to make sure her boobs got under his chin. Burning with the fire that is with in her pussy she starts riding his thigh. She then twists down still on his thigh and takes his arm between her tits and acts like his arm is a giant penis as she has it sliding through her supple tits. Her master then grabs both of her nipples with his other hand, as he jerks them together to create a tighter seal along his arm, eliciting a low yelp from her as she grinds her pussy down on his leg fucking his leg, she then starts swaying her body front and back on his leg using the soap that has run down her body to wash his leg.
While she is bent down and her ass is proudly on display he reaches for the toy. He grabs the purple toy and the jar of Vaseline that sits on the shelf of the cabinet. He orders his slave to rinse of he is done with that for the moment. He is intent on seeing her burn for him to make the allowance for her to cum. He tells her to trade places once she has rinsed off all the soap. While she is sliding by him he firmly grasps her nipples and says "Slave I want you to turn around and spread your legs wide, then lean forward and grab your ankles. If you let go for any reason you will be severely punished. Do you understand me?" he asks.
"Yes Master I understand I am to bend over and grab ahold of my ankles and not let go" she responds.