2 comments/ 105732 views/ 3 favorites Showers & Moans Ch. 01 By: watergirl She awoke uncertain of where she was. Her hands were tied behind her, and she was blindfolded. Another piece of fabric gagged her, firmly but not painfully. It was quiet, and she could feel the breath on her neck, and in her ear - “Shhhhhhhh. Stand up.” A man’s voice, but not one she recognized. Not one she could ignore, either. “Walk with me,” said the tense voice in her ear. Escorted by the elbow, her high heeled shoes, black and shiny, clicked hollowly across what sounded like a wooden floor... carpet, then wood.. they paused, and a door was opened. “Step forward.” A new sound, but why couldn’t she see? It sounded like.. tile, warm, humid air, and there were slight echoes - a large room? A hand pushed up through the back of her short hair, and another began to pull down the zipper of her dress, slowly, so slowly.. Stopping at her tied own tied hands, this stranger’s hands took her ass and squeezed. “mmmmm... I have plans for this.” Sliding her dress down, forward, it began to fall to her waist, the straps catching at her wrists, keeping it from falling to the floor. Reds and brown and gold, cut low, thin straps over her shoulders... The long, full skirt, falling in shimmering waves to her ankles... She’d fallen in love with the dress, paid for it with plastic, knowing she wouldn’t regret spending the money she didn’t yet have... it was the perfect dress, and who was taking it off her so seductively? What was happening? A party, a drink, then another drink... Her wrists were untied, and her arms, sore and tired from the discomfort, relaxed, her hands meeting to rub at her lightly chafed wrists - the blindfold not even her first thought. “Good girl, that’s what I like... now, lets take this dress off...” He slid the straps down, careful of her wrists, she heard him kneel, and kiss the raw skin. “Step out of your dress, dearest.” His breath tickled against her skin, warm in the moist air. “Now take off your shoes.” Clumsily, unable to see what was around her, her arms held tightly in front of her, she stepped out of the heels, and stumbled against her mysterious captor, wondering why she was so compliant.. But his voice, so deep and dangerous - no matter that she couldn’t see - it was a voice that demanded faith, and obedience. Gently, his hands moved up to her shoulders, and turned her around, facing away from him. Moving close behind her, he unhooked her bra, sliding his hands up under her breasts, cupping their weight - “What have we here?” Surprised, amused, a burr of laughter, almost - the small silver rings in her nipples were taken, tugged at, her bra tossed aside. Safe in her blindfold - there had been no knife, no pain, just the small discomfort of her wrists - and that pain had been kissed and savored, she leaned back into a tall, hard chest, her now naked back finding an expensive material... a jacket? She wasn’t sure, but the cold cufflinks on her breasts suggested that he, too, had been at the party. A new sensation - fabric binding her wrists, soft, wet... silk? Her stockings, taken at the waist, were slid down her hips, and again, he stepped back, kneeling, his kiss on her shoulders... down her spine, down her ass, the hands pulling her last bit of clothing down her legs, to her knees, to her ankles. “Good little girl... now step out of these.” She lifted one foot, off with the stocking - then the other, and jumped! A finger tickled the instep of her foot, and as she stumbled, his large hand stopped her from falling - “I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you - don’t hurt yourself.” This time the laughter in his voice was nearer the surface, mocking her. “I didn’t realize you were so ticklish.” His fingers traced up the inside of her legs, running up to find the wetness she couldn’t hide. “You’ll be wetter than this, soon. Step high, right here - and your other foot, in you go.” A shower - the humidity, the warmth, the tile and echoes - and a tub... large, smooth...her head turned towards his voice, wondering what was in store for her. His hands pressed down on her shoulders, and she sat obediently, awkwardly, with her hands tied in front of her. “Lie back, and don’t move unless I want you to - you’ll know, and I’ll tell you.” Another tie was knotted around her ankle, which was lifted up, to rest on the edge of the tub, and then the other. A moment or two passed, and then her nipple rings were again teased - “I'm glad you have these.” Small, cold chains, jewelry fine, but stronger, ran down her chest, and were clipped to her rings - “and, this will hurt much less than if I were clamping them onto your nipples -” startled, she moved to sit up, and found that her ankles had been secured to the tub, or the walls - which, she couldn’t tell. Her nipples, too were then chained to the sides of the tub, holding her in place. Then, he wrapped another tie around her legs, at the knee, spreading her legs apart... this time, she felt the ties pulled, tightly, to - what? perhaps rings embedded in the tub - but did it matter? For the first time, she began to feel frightened, and she moaned through her gag. “Shhhhh,” came his voice, reassuring - “remember, I said I wouldn’t hurt you... I think you’ll enjoy this very much.” Then, with that dangerous tone - “you’re being my good girl, you haven’t struggled... so keep it up.” Now, with her ankles tied at the foot of the tub, lifted up, and her knees spread and tied, her legs open, her wrists tied in front of her, blindfolded, gagged - what could be next? The large, strong hands, lifting her, slid more binding under her thighs, wrapping around the tops of her legs, and tied her wrists.... and then, fingers slid down into her warm, wet, slippery cunt, pulled back out to caress her clit... “Can you reach your clit yourself, with your hands tied there? Try for me, beautiful.” Mockery, teasing, almost loving, and so sexy... Damn it, if only she could see, or speak! Barely, just barely - she could almost reach - but the closest she could come to her clit, which was almost pulsing with heat, was to pull her own lips up and away from it. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” WATER - hot, and hard, and immediate, streaming down in a torrential jet from the showerhead, slammed into her clit, and she screamed through her gag with the immediate pressure, stronger than any tongue, or vibrator, or hands, stronger than anything she’d felt in her life - ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. God, what an evil wonderful feeling, and the laughter of her captor brought an answering moan and stifled smile through her gag... “I told you you’d like this... now, I’m just going to watch for a while, my sexy lady.” Tied at the knees, the ankles, the nipples clipped, she couldn’t pull away from the water - only lift her hips, and push herself towards it... her fingers pulled her lips back from the water, exposing her clit, and she rocked in pleasure... and felt heat spreading around her body... the tub had been stopped, and the water was slowly filling around her body... Loosing track of time, lost only in her own pleasure, she felt a hand on her head - holding it down, the water started to fill past her ears... soon, her blindfolded eyes and gagged mouth were joined by her water filled ears, sending her back into her own world of pleasure. How long could this go on, what else could happen to her? She didn’t know, and didn’t wonder... “I won’t hurt you,” he’d promised, and whatever came next - orgasm after orgasm had left her uncaring, blissed beyond thought. Showers & Moans Ch. 02 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... “Thought I told you to hold still, beautiful.” He played with the knife, flipping it open and closed, gleaming and shining in the candlelight. “What to cut first? I could start with your ankles, which would be farthest from your cunt... and then your knees, and then slowly, slowly, slide up your legs to your wrists, and let them loose, so you can reach yourself. But, my little darling, I’d worry that you’ve been tied up so long, you won’t have any strength left in your legs. And you might let them fall closed while I was cutting, so close to your clit -” he watched her eyes widen in fear, her legs tense, testing her muscles against the restraints. “Or... I could start with your wrists, and trust you not to touch yourself while I take care of the rest of your legs... but... would you really be a good girl, and wait for my permission?” She pleaded with her eyes - anything, just let her out of this position - naked, tied, the tub cooling all too quickly, chilling her. She shivered at the thought that he might leave her there all night. As if reading her mind, he offered, “Unless you like it there. But -” and, as she shivered again - “I told you not to move. You’re shivering. Afraid?” Shaking her head, urgently, no, no - just don’t leave me. “Cold! Are you cold? Awww, you poor little girl - remember - I won’t hurt you - but other things might be a little uncomfortable... but, let me get you out of there... now, where did I want to start?” “With these - of course.” Unclipping the chains from the rings set in the sides of the tub, he pulled her towards him, her nipples erect in the cold - the cold that had made her shiver. “You weren’t being disobedient - just cold, and these lovely little nipples of yours gave you away - aren’t you lucky? You wouldn’t want to disobey me.” Now, without her blindfold, she found herself lowering her eyes at the dangerous, warning tone. “So modest - I would love to know who taught you -” Her eyes flashed up at him in anger - no one had trained her! As if she were some sort of pet, or plaything - how dare he! “What? No one? You obey me because you fear me, or love me, or crave me? Which - all three? Time enough to find out.... But first, I think we should reward these lovely nipples for saving you... a kiss for them? I’m going to kiss them and suck them, bite them - later. Right now, I want you to try.” First, he crossed the two chains, pulling her nipples towards each other - and then, wrapping the chains behind her head, he pulled them upward towards her mouth. “Let me see you try to kiss your nipples -lick them, at the very least.” Blushing, she reached downwards with her lips, her tongue, to lick at her nipples.... surprised at the way the responded, even to her own delicate touch... usually, much stronger - attention was needed for them to react at all. Swish, rip, slash, rip - a small cut in the fabric of her ankle ties, and then - he pulled, tearing the fabric apart, freeing both ankles before she’d had time to be afraid of the knife. “I think that was a fair reward. You’ve kissed your tits, and I’m going to continue to reward you. He freed her knees, and then, “These are the last ones. Are you sure you want to be free?” Mutely, she looked down at her wrists, locked together; they were attached to one last set of restraints - under her legs, and back up, holding her hands together at her wet, curly hair, swollen lips, and clit, still eager to be touched, but sore from its battering. Looking back to her captor, she raised her shoulders as best she could, and her eyebrows - let him decide.... Reaching under her knees and behind her shoulder, he lifted her out of the tub, without any sign of difficulty. “You are so wet, and chilly - we'd better take care of you.” Leaving the dark bathroom, he carried her into a wide hallway, and into another room, lit only with candles, and firelight. He set her down on the deep, soft rug, in front of the fire. Cutting her last restraints as she basked in the warmth, he moved behind her and began to kiss the back of her neck, and on down her spine... He reached the spot - pressure there, if she was standing, always made her twist and bend her knees in an uncontrollable reaction, bringing her head, embarrassingly, exactly to the height of most men’s belts... so easy to loosen, so simple to suck them and make them weak at the knees, a leveling of the playing field. Since she was already sitting, his kiss, and his hands, made her squirm, lying flat on her stomach, glancing over her shoulder at his smile. “I like you there.... I love this ass. Remember I told you I had plans for it? I think your poor little clit has had enough.... and now that you’re lying down, like this, it does remind me...” Moving more quickly than she would have thought possible, he rolled above her, holding himself up on his hands... She felt his hard, thick, cock, pressing into her through his clothes, and she moaned through her gag.... Looking awkwardly over her shoulder again, she raised her hips, pressing her ass against his cock. “I love how ready you are for me... but I think I’d prefer you with your blindfold back on.” Standing, he took a heavy, wine colored box from the top of the fireplace, and removed a black blindfold. Tying it around her, he chuckled - “Now I know you won’t peek.” Reaching under her, he lifted her hips, and she found herself on hands and knees... “Stay there, lovely.” Blindfolded again, she heard the soft sounds of clothing hitting the floor. Then, his massive cock teased her pussy - his fingers caressing her, sliding around in the wetness that had overflowed... Suddenly, he slammed into her, filling her so deeply, so completely - and not just length, but oh - thick, hard, he was everything she needed. Moaning through her gag, she fucked him, thrusting back as he came forward, filling her again and again... Thank god, she thought, that he’s not on top of me - so big, so big all over - and how would her poor clit even stand it if he did? Then, his hands taking her hips, he slowed her down, and pulled out of her, making her wait... with one hand, he began to touch her ass... Dipping one finger into her cunt, he dragged the wetness back. Then the next, then the next... And then, with his other hand - the same thing, this time rubbing her tight, virgin ring. Pushing into her with just one huge finger, she froze - pain, but - ohhh... First one finger, then two.... Deeper and deeper, then a third finger... moving faster and faster, as she adjusted to the pain, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Sensing her approach, he took hold of her hips with both hands, pulling her back as he fucked her now well stretched ass... His breathing matched hers, and his cries hid any sound she made through her gag. He watched her body, so eagerly fucking him, enjoying the view the more as he glanced at her blindfold, still in place... Coming at the same time, they finally collapsed together in front of the fire... He rolled onto his side, pulling her close against him, spooning closely, as they fell asleep.