Bathtub Bondage
When people conjure up images of bound women, they usually envision damsels
in distress, securely bound on beds, chairs, or other bondage locations. Not
too many people would consider bathtub bondage, but hopefully by the end of
my story, there will be a few converts to the cause. Why bondage in water?
Some of you are likely pondering this question. Actually my wife and bondage
partner, Francine, and I never were bondage enthusiasts. We tried bondage
once in our brass bed, finding it lacked erotic appeal for us both. Our water-filled
bondage fantasies began quite innocently. One day, Francine was in the shower,
washing her soft curvaceous body. I stood at the sink, naked, as I finished
shaving. "Honey would you mind sponging off my back?" Francine asked.
"I can't quite reach the middle." "Sure," I answered,
climbing in behind her. I sponged her back and then as I prepared to leave
the tub, I stepped right into a pair of her silky black panty hose, hanging
down from the shower curtain. I'm always complaining to her about how they
make me feel like I'm walking into a spider's webb. We're always playing childish
pranks on one another, so I decided to do something to make her livid with
anger. I would tie her hands with the panty hose, connect the panty hose to
the shower rod and leave her stranded in the tub for a few minutes while I
walked out of the room. "Francie, will you but your hands behind your
back for a second?" I asked her. I want to wash you some more."
She placed her hands behind her back, oblivious to my intentions. With deft
speed, I wrapped the one leg of the hosiery around her wrists, knotting it
securley. Then I drew the other leg over the curtain. She was immobile for
the moment. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she snapped.
Of all the stupid pranks. Only you would do something as juvenile as this.
Untie me right now!" "When I'm good and ready," I replied.
"I think I'll go read the paper for a few minutes." Francie was
perturbed to put it mildly. the veins stood out in her neck, while the misty
water sprayed her. I left the room and returned a mere five minutes later,
since my mischievious games are generally short lived. When I went to untie
her, she was the one who shocked me by saying, "Don't untie me, just
Fuck me." And she bent over as far as possible, leaving her perfect butt
cheeks sticking up in the air. My cock was rock hard. I didn't need any lubricant
since my shaft was already wet from the water. I parted her butt cheeks, easing
my throbbing prick up her tight chute. A soft, "ahh," escaped from
between her lips. It was intresting how she no longer protested about what
I had done to her. Her anger had turned to pleasure. Anal sex is a favorite
activity of ours, but here in the tub with my wife's hands tied together,
it took on a new meaning. Francine was really starting to get into this bathtub
bondage scenario. She undulated her hips wildly as her anal muscles tugged
frantically at my shaft. I slid rythmically in her asshole, as I grabbed her
pendulous breasts, fondling them gently. "Yes!" she gasped breathlessly.
"Come up my ass." Then a half minute later she cried out, "HARDER,
FUCK ME HARDER!" Her pelvic movements had intensified, fanny shaking
like a bowl of jello while my pounding pistol kept driving in and out of her
dark hole. After another thirty seconds, I had passed the point of no return.
I came with a violent ejaculation, spraying a volly of sizzling semen deep
toward her bowels. That triggered another blast and in rapid succession I
shot four waves of semen into her backside. My cock ached from the intensity
of my orgasm. I'd never felt so satisfied sexually sexually before. Francine
seemed to go insane with the ecstasy, in the throes of a terrific orgasm even
though she wasn't able to touch her pussy. Her burning cunt sent a stream
of pussy cream down the insides of her legs, while the last of my come flooded
her backside. When I widthdrew my rod from her anus, she was breathing heavy.
It took awhile to recover. "I don't know what possessed you to tie me
up like that," she noted, "but thank goodness you did. After the
pantyhose had been around my wrist a while, I got so increadibly horny I couldn't
believe it. I untied her and helped her off. When we went into the bedroom
the bondage was all we could talk about. We were so enthusiastic, like teens
discussing sex for the first time. The potential of bathtub bondage intregued
us. The following evening we decided to try it again. It wouldn't be so spontaneous
now that we could plan things out. I began filling up the tub with water while
Francie went into the bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later wearing very
sexy lingerie, hardly the type of apparel for bathing. She was dressed in
a lace bra, the wispy material so transparent, I thought her massive breasts
would poke through the front and around the waist was a lace garter belt with
thigh high nylons reaching up to grip the garter snaps. On her feet were black
leather pumps. "You were planning on bathing?" I asked her, feeling
so aroused that I wondered why we just didn't fuck in the middle of the hall.
"It's just a little something I threw together," she grinned. "Actually,
I've always had a fantasy of just getting in the tub in my lingerie. I guess
this is the ideal opportunity to try it out." Who was I to argue with
her? Francine had several implements of bondage already in the bathroom, consisting
of nylons and pantyhose and her body was trembling, as if she was standing
on a rumbling volcano. Her face was flushed almost as red as the stockings
she was wearing. When the tub was half-full, she climbed in, laying on her
back. The water quickly covered every inch of her body, sexy lingerie plastered
to her skin. I undressed quickly, exposing my massive cock. Francine's deep
blue eyes widened when she saw it. Veins stuck out majestically. I began by
taking a pair of pantyhose, binding my wife's wrists above her head, tying
the hosiery to the towel holder above her. I raised her lithe legs from the
water, tying a couple of nylons around her ankles. Now she was totally helpless,
a bathtub prisoner. Her pussy was half submerged, vaginal lips exposed, lukewarm
water splashing around her pink protrusion. As I figured ways of going down
on her, I spied our shower massager. A decidedly kinky notion crossed my mind,
which would be a surprise for my wife. I tied a pair of black nylons around
her eyes. "Hey, what are you doing?" she protested. "This isn't
a part of bondage." Don't worry," I told her. "Just relax."
She wouldn't relax. Instead she constantly argued about having her vision
impared. So to stifle her gasps, I stuffed a pair of panty hose past her luscious
lips. I know it wasn't fair to spring a blindfold, then a gag on her, but
once she calmed down I knew she would experience pleasure beyond her wildest
dreams. "You'er going to thank me for this very soon," I explained,
even though she was cursing me through the gag. I hooked up the shower massager
to the taps. Turning it on, a misty jet of water shot from the hose. I lowered
it toward her boiling box, pressing the nozzle against her pussy! Talk about
wild reactions. It was as if I had pressed a 10,000 volt wire into her crotch.
Her body went stiff as starch. The pulsating stream of water spewed inside
her, splashing against her cervix, clitorus, and vagina walls. It felt like
millions of tiny fingers were fondling Francine's snatch. Francine was moaning
with passion! I rotated the massager in circles, intensifying her pleasure.
Her body was one massive convulsion. In her frenzied movements she kicked
off her high heels. It floated, spike up in the water. I sensed my wife getting
closer to her release. I kept the nozzle firmly against her cunt lips, giving
her a final few tormenting blasts of water, before all hell broke loose. "Mmmmm,
mmmmm," she muttered through the gossamer gag as she was caught in the
turbulent throes of a sense shattering orgasm, which encompassed her body
like a blanket. She'd never come so violently before. Bead-like drops of her
secretions were spilling into the water as her orgasm ran its course. I wish
I had been fast enough to capture her creamy goo before it hit the water.
I switched off the massager after I was sure her orgasm had ended. I removed
the blindfold from her eyes, and the gag from her mouth. "That was damn
sneaky," she repremanded me in a good natured manner. "And I loved
it!" "I couldn't resist that surprise," I told her. "Well
give me another. Something wet. Not water. And I want it down my throat."
I winked at my wife as I moved higher in the tub. I straddled her head with
my legs, raising the back of her head out of the water. Since my had her sexual
release, I needed mine desperately. I guided my shaft past her anxious lips,
as she engulfed me with her mouth. It was like a prison door snapping shut
around me. Her tongue darted all over my prick, like a competitive athlete,
trying to beat an existing record. She bathed my prick with her talented tongue,
licking more enthusiastically than ever before. This act of bathtub bondage
had transformed her from a passive cocksucker to one who puts a great deal
of energy into her work. As sensational pulsations sped through my pole, I
felt lightheaded for an instant, mind swirling as if caught in a whirlpool.
My cock had braved her suck crazed mouth and was getting closer to exploding.
I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term.
But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn't hold back
another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic
manner. Francie's tongue didn't let up its assault. It was persistent, wanting
to draw out every drop from my prick. She eagerly accepted the last of my
cream. My pistol empty, I moved off her shoulders, letting her lick down the
last of my come in peace. After she finished savoring my frothy delight, I
asked her if she was still comfortable or whether she wanted me to untie her.
"Don't think unpure thoughts," she quipped. "I could stay like
this the rest of the week. Now there is a certain part of my anatomy that
needs a bit more attention. The shower sprayer was fine but I can think of
something long and hard that will do the job quite nicely." I may have
come once that evening but there was more juice left in my pole. I floated
between her thighs, like a submarine tunneling through water, heading for
that special target. I eased my shaft past swollen pink lips, scoring a direct
hit in her love tunnel. What a unique feeling it is, fucking while your shaft
is submerged in water and in a pussy simultaneously. The water beat against
my scrotal sac like waves as I thrust back and forth in her vagina. Francine
gyrated in a sultry bump and grind routine, the water slapping around us.
The entire room smelled of our arousal, the scent as pungent as perfume. Francine
moved her head from side to side, gasps and shrieks constantly coming from
between her lips. As my cock floated in it's watery coccoon, the pressure
in my dick was increasing. There was no need to fight the feeling any longer.
Nature had taken her course. Thick wads of semen started their ascent up my
pole. Upon contact with her cunt, my come burned like fire. She let out a
wild gasp as her eyes went slightly glazed and I noticed a deep sense of calm
as the last of my juices entered her. We soon had to call a halt to our bathtub
game. It was a beautiful way to end the evening and we knew that there would
be many more times to practice our new fetish. Why exhaust our possibilities
in one evening? Bathing has taken on an entirely new meaning for the both
of us. We don't simply clean ourselves up, though I'm sure we will be cleaner
now that we are combining bathing and bondage more frequently. So here's a
bit of advice from two people who have been there. "Rub a dub dub, tie
her up in the tub!" Your sex life will never be the same again!